Retribution live TODAY May 14!

   A funny thing happened when I went to check my email last night...
Wait, let's back this story up a bit. Okay, see, I've seen the pre-order thing for a bit, and a couple people came to me and said, "Hey, why don't you try it?" I wasn't keen about it since I'd be locked into a release date. If something went wrong I didn't want to get bit in the caboose. But after I sent it to Goodlifeguide I decided to give it a shot.
   And that was when the headache began. See, when I uploaded it, you have to choose a date 10 days after the final submission deadline for release. Um... no, that doesn't sound right. Okay, let me try to explain it again. Goodlifeguide said they were backed up and would get the book to me by May 19. I said okay so I had to set the final release date for 10 days after to accommodate that. (it's an Amazon thing)
   I was going to add the pre-order link to the blog (I hear it is on the fan group already) today. But low and behold last night (okay caught up to the story) I found Goodlifeguide had finished the reformatting early and sent it back to me last night.
  So, I went to upload it this morning, did so... and found out Amazon won't let me release it until May 14th! GRRR! Argth!!! (wringing hands) So, I dunno if I'll be trying this experiment again. I'll hold off on uploading the manuscript to Nook until Friday afternoon.

About:

The Xeno War devastated the Milky Way galaxy over 7 centuries ago. Worlds and entire star systems were gutted in this galactic war. A dark age descended upon the remaining hold out worlds.

But civilization is slowly returning to the Rho sector of the galaxy, and with it a renewal of hope and prosperity once more. Fleet Admiral John Henry Irons has done his best to sow the seeds of civilization, now he is busy as acting President tending to those seedlings as they sprout and begin to grow. With him is a dedicated group of individuals, some from his time before the Xeno War. Rear Admiral Subert has taken his place in Pyrax to oversee things there while Rear Admiral White wields their offensive fleet in the hopes of pushing back the barbarians. Admiral White has had a few successes and a few setbacks, but his small force has not only held its own, it has grown with each reinforcement into a powerful weapon.

Indignant and enraged by their setbacks and losses, the Horathian pirate Empire has finally marshaled its forces. As the Federation clings to life and renewed purpose, a pirate juggernaut is bearing down on it to crush it under its boot once and for all, and with it, any hope of civilization's renewal.

One way or another, Retribution awaits!

Here it is on Amazon for Pre-order

EDIT:
Here it is on Amazon:
Here it is on B&N:

I haven't put it up on Smashwords since the older books need to be edited and reformatted.

   When it goes live I will update this post with the links to each store. I don't know at this point if I will upload it to Smashwords or not. I've been holding off on putting my entire inventory there since the first 7 books have not been professionally edited or reformatted. (and that costs $$$$$)

Anyway...
   In other news, I'm up to 180 pages of Enemy of my Enemy. (Horatio Logan's Adventures 1) I am almost done chapter 6. (I skip around a lot) I shot myself in the foot a couple of times though so it took all day yesterday to clean up 1 mistake. Hopefully I got it all. (That's not related to when I rolled over my pinky toe with the shopping cart April 30th and messed it up. It stopped bleeding and the X-rays said it wasn't broken or dislocated. All better now.)
  Oh, I still haven't tried Space Engineers. (Sorry Jory!) I did try Mario Maker and I did watch Jurassic World. lol I still haven't seen The Force Awakens and some of the other movies I've got in my collection... including Deadpool which is coming today.
  And I did some character fan art for Pete Abram's Sluggyfreelance. I posted 1 image on my deviantart page. Eventually I'll do an entire strip or 2. If he likes it maybe he'll post it as filler when he needs a break. :)

EDIT: I ran into a screwy problem while writing yesterday. (May 13) I finished a 2 scenes in chapter 12 and went to save and the curser started to jump all over the manuscript and randomly deleted sentences and paragraphs. I freaked and got out without saving. I went back in and all my work was gone, 2+ pages. I'm frustrated and annoyed so I'm holding off on going back in. I dunno if the button got stuck or what? GRR.

That is all!

Retribution snippet 3

Hi,
  FYI: I made some retcons in Pirate Rage. So, you might notice them... once they get uploaded I mean. Minor bits here and there, and 1 thing probably everyone tripped over.
Also, as I mentioned in the comments, I just uploaded Retribution to Goodlifeguide.com. However they are backlogged, so I am not certain when I'll get it back.

On to the snippet! This is taking up in chapter 2 where the last snippet left off.

"Are they serious?" D'angelo demanded, eyes wide. "Who the hell do they think they are?"

"Are they ours?" Captain Bellerose demanded as she came onto the bridge. "You didn't respond, did you?"

The pilot shook his head vehemently no. He knew better; she'd have his balls if he'd had. "No, ma'am. We've had an automated IFF challenge, but we ignored it per your orders. This is from another ship though. It's too far out for our sensors to see it though," he reported with a grimace.

"A trader?" the captain asked as she took her seat. She grimaced as she took a look at her side monitor and then the plot. D'angelo was right; they had crappy civilian grade sensors so damn myopic they were nearly useless in a situation like the one they were finding themselves in.

She was a Horathian. Sure they were in a freighter, but her people were the hunters not the prey. Being interrogated set her on edge and her excess arrogance made her fume.

"No, ma'am," the rating replied carefully. He glanced at the others and then replayed the message.

The captain frowned as she listened. The inflection meant it wasn't human. There was a slight buzz that meant it was Veraxin or T'clock. That didn't make sense. Nor did what they said. federation? As if! The ship though … "Descartes," she murmured thoughtfully. She wracked her brain but nothing came up. "I don't recognize the name. You ran the war book?" She turned to the pilot turned bridge rating.

"Yes, ma’am, but its fifteen years out of date." He shook his head.

"Size?"

"Based on what comm picked up, they are talking to someone else. That means two ships, ma'am. They are still on the outer edge of our sensor envelope. Based on their speed, they appear to be too small to be tramp freighters. And well, the order to heave to …," the rating shrugged and pointed helplessly to the plot. "I think they've plotted an intercept course, ma'am. They'll link up with us short of the planetary orbit," he said.

"Damn it," she muttered, shaking her head. "Horath …"

"Fresh challenge coming in, ma'am. They are … transmitting their authority? It says they are a pair of warships of the federation, ma'am," Oswald said, turning and looking at the captain with wide frightened eyes. "What the hell, ma'am?"

"Did we just fly into some sort of other dimension?" the captain muttered. "Someone figure out what the hell is going on. Is this a prank?"

"I've been monitoring transmissions from the planet, ma'am. There is chatter about the federation. I can filter for it," Oswald said. He nervously licked his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing in fear.

"Do so. Meanwhile, Angel, plot a course away from the planet and to the ET jump point."

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me. No way in hell am I going to allow us to be tamely boarded, if they are ours or anyone else's. No, this is fishy."

"Yes, ma'am." He frowned and pecked at his station for a few moments. When she cleared her throat, he realized he'd stalled long enough and looked up. "Course plotted."

"Then execute it. Minimum burn, let's see if they react. How they react I mean," she said. He nodded and fed the course change to the helm.

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"They changed course. They are running to the ET jump point," R'll reported an hour later.

"You can run but you can't hide. No response?" Captain Levinson demanded.

"No, sir."

"I know; I know you would have reported if there was one. Did they contact the planet?"

"No, sir. Not that we are aware. The geometry is off for us to pick up any signal traffic though."

"Query the planet. Maybe they think we're pirates or something."

"Aye aye, sir."

"Meanwhile," the captain said as he tapped at the computer. The plot shifted. "Helm, come to course 331 mark 31 and increase speed to one-half impulse. Comm, signal Loch to follow suit and stay on our flank."

"Issuing the order before the comm signal?" his XO and chief engineer asked from his repeater panel. "Something up, Skip?"

"I want to see if Troy's people are paying attention," the captain replied with a mild shrug. The XO snorted. "I'm headed to dinner. Keep me posted of any changes," the captain said as he exited the hot seat.

"Aye, sir. R'll has the bridge," the Veraxin said. By now the rating was used to being dumped in the watch. She was watch qualified as was everyone else on the ship. She was even considering mustanging to officer when they got back to civilization—if they got back. From the look of it, it wouldn't be anytime soon apparently.

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