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Welcome, Rose Shababy!



The Blue Effect


51HI48LihNL__SX325_BO1,204,203,200_Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.

When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.

Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.

Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.

Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?


About The Author


Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up iRosen the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider.

Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.

Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.

If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.


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Welcome, Tom Johnson!

We are excited to welcome 20-year military-veteran-turned-author Tom Johnson to the Highlighted Author. He has over 80 books, magazines, and short stories in print to include Pangaea: Eden’s Planet. Get ready to enter a time warp in this sci-fi adventure and explore a world 60 million years before the dinosaurs! Hope you enjoy the feature.

–Jo Grafford, Highlighted Author Co-Hostess

Pangaea: Eden’s Planet

New Pangaea1Seven astronauts en route to Mars encounter a time warp in space that disables their ship. Crash landing on Earth, they discover an alien planet sixty million years before the dinosaurs. Pangaea, the super continent, is filled with danger and terror, and they must survive against fierce reptiles that ruled the Earth 250 million years in the past!

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“God – God? Enough about your God, Manning!” Colonel Peterson ordered. “What God would strand us here, in a primitive land, away from civilization? Wreck our ship, and injure our friends?

“I don’t want to hear any more about this so-called God of yours! And get rid of that stupid sign before anyone else sees it!”

“Let’s get some fresh air, Evelyn,” Major Cooper suggested, taking the colonel by the arm and leading her gently from the bio-dome. Looking back over his shoulder, he winked at Roger Manning and Sheri Thompson.

Once they were outside, the colonel regained her composure as she took several deep breaths. Looking at her second-in-command, she smiled briefly and asked,” Did I lose it back there, Major?”

“Just a tad,” he grinned. “But nothing damaged, I don’t believe. Let Manning have his Garden of Eden – and his God, if he wants them, Colonel. Maybe it will help keep him sane. I think that we’ll each need our special little distractions before it’s all over with.”

“Before what’s all over, Major?” she asked. “Before we’re all dead?”

“A slip of the tongue, Colonel,” he shrugged. “But, perhaps a Fraudulent slip at that!” he admitted.

“We are lost in a prehistoric land, with no chance of ever returning to our homes, and we’re likely to die a horrible death if we aren’t careful. But if we keep our heads about us, and watch our step, we just might grow into old colonels and majors in time. The sooner we face those truths, the better we will be able to deal with the situation, and accept our fate.”

“In other words, there’s nothing we can do about it,” she said, staring into his eyes.

“We can live,” he said, as his arms reached out for her. “And love.”

Suddenly, a voice called to them from the Galileo Two: “Colonel Peterson, you’d better come here,” Doctor Terril called.

The moment was broken, and they turned and rushed for the ship, fearing the worst.

About the Author

Tom's Cover PictureI was a voracious reader from childhood beginning with the Golden Age comic books to classic literature by the time I was ten years old. Exciting adventure stories kept me entertained until I discovered science fiction and hardboiled detective mysteries as a teenager. By my early twenties, I discovered The Shadow and Doc Savage pulp reprints in paperbacks, and was hooked on the fast-paced action novel. This led to collecting and research, which eventually interested me in writing by the time I was thirty. Today, I still love an exciting action novel over movies and television. I have over 80 books in print, including novels, anthologies, and short stories; plus I have written Introductions in many books for publishers. My wife Ginger and I have received numerous awards in the field for our work in keeping the old stories in the spotlight for new readers seeking escape in a thrilling adventure novels of the 19th and 20th Centuries. A 20-year military veteran, and non-commissioned officer, after retirement my wife and I started the FADING SHADOWS imprint, publishing a hobby magazine and several genre magazines for the next 22 years. I took college courses while in the Army, and actually graduated from The Institute of Applied Science in Chicago. The Institute is now defunct, I believe. Biology and math are my favorite subjects, and I have always wanted to be an entomologist or paleontologist, but never obtained a degree to either. Now retired, I devote my time to reading and reviewing books from numerous publishers. I still enjoy creating characters and plots, and writing novels and short story collections.

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Welcome Charlene A. Wilson

Join me in welcoming Charlene A. Wilson to Highlighted Author.


Charlene A. Wilson Charlene is a multi-published author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.

She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.

A member of Romance Writers of America, Published Authors Network, and Vice-President of Diamond State Romance Authors, Charlene believes in giving back to her fellow authors and her readers. She was recently voted #3 in the P&E Readers Poll for Best Author.

Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.


One for Kami


Kami crosses dimensions to find true love, but her heart’s desire never left home.

Kami is faced with a heartbreaking truth; instead of being a member of the poor lower class who are allowed only one spouse, she finds the love of her life is an elite and bound by law to wed three wives to do his part to eliminate the poverty-stricken condition of their world. How can she stand to share him? Why can’t he be poor the way she thought he was when she fell in love with him?

Desperate and determined to find a realm that doesn’t have such dictates, she travels to dimension Three-Two-Three to begin her search. But is love truer in a place that only allows one spouse than it is in Ian’s heart?



What they’re saying:

“Sweet, romantic, and heartfelt.  A great introduction to the author’s world.”—J.D. Brown Book Club

“One for Kami is a delightful little read.”—Jean Murray, Author

“One for Kami is a story that will have you willing to give up everything for your one true love.”—Annette, Gothic Mom’s Book Reviews

“[Wilson] spins a tale of true love spanning time and dimensions that will inspire the reader to sacrifice everything to find their soul mate.”—Debbie, Read2Review





One for Kami coverKami’s blouse bunched up her back as she slid down the wide oak’s trunk. She cringed as aged bark grazed her skin and snagged her hair until her bottom hit the ground. She folded her knees to her chest, buried her face in her arms, and welcomed the sharp pangs. Hurting Ian pained her more than anything she’d done in her life.

Autumn leaves crunched as he paced the woodland’s small clearing. Each stride matched two beats of her heart and crushed the sweet memories of their grove. Dust scented the air as he shuffled through a turn.

“Why are you just now telling me this?” His breath hitched, and he cleared his throat.

Words wouldn’t form as Kami lifted her gaze.

His hazel eyes shifted to the shadows of the young birch trees as he set his hands at his waist. A cloud of insects drifted through the pale trunks. Soft hums filled the air as they paused.

He ran his hand across his jaw and looked back at her. “You know I love you, Kami.”

Tears seeped beneath her lids, and she blinked to relieve the burn. “I need to be the only one, Ian. I can’t know you might love someone else more than me when you choose another wife.”

She stared at the thick roots that surrounded her and then traced the curve of one nearby with her fingertip. They wove into the caramel-colored ground, creating a perfect lounge for two lovers in an embrace. How many times had they sat there and shared their secrets, their love? How many times had he told her she was the one? She cursed the fact that she had been gullible enough to believe it could be true.

Kami forced her voice through her tight throat. “When I first saw you, you were playing in the park with that scruffy little dog. Its hair was so long and matted, I thought you couldn’t afford to pay a groomer. I thought that sock with the knot in it was all you could come up with to be his toy.”

His gaze dropped to the ground. “That stray lives at the park, and I removed my sock to have some fun with him.”

“I know that now. But then I assumed you were poor. And after the third date of peanut butter sandwich picnics by the river, I thought I knew for certain. I mean, who could love peanut butter that much? And what member of the elite class chooses such a simple activity for a date?”

She scanned his solemn countenance. His love of nature was one of the things she adored about him, alongside the fact that he didn’t feel the need to flaunt his wealth. But to keep such a fact from her under the circumstances… “I fell in love with you, believing you would make me the one choice you were allowed as a member of the lower class.”

A gust of wind lifted his black hair to dance around his face. The cheery motion seemed to mock his lips as they dipped into a deep frown. “If it were up to me, I’d have only you. Can’t you believe that? I’ve waited, pushed the age limit to wed, looking for the right one to be my first. My first, Kami. The others will never mean what you do to me.”

“If you really love me, you’d want me alone. No other. Period.” Frustration bubbled in her chest at her misconception of their love.

He tilted his head and bit his lips together. “I can’t help that I was born an elite. If it were possible—”

“If it were possible, what? You’d give up your birthright and join the ranks of the vagabonds who can’t afford food for the one wife and child they’re allowed? Or you’d buck the system and refuse to wed the other two? That would only land you earthbound, exiled to a foreign dimension, and stripped of everything but the clothes you wear. And while you’re considering it, I’d advise you to wear a thick coat and heavy boots, because I hear they choose some pretty rough climates for those who refuse to live by this law.”

The sarcastic response rolled off her tongue before she realized it, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t right. None of the counsel’s decisions on eliminating poverty were. Lower class men wedded one spouse and fathered one child, while the elite had to choose three wives and produce as many offspring as they could.

Find another way to spread the wealth than through inheritance.

She looked at him, and her voice rose. “I can’t stay here and conform to the laws of this dimension. Not when I know there are other places that don’t require such things. I need the freedom to love whomever I want, whoever they are, without the stipulation of a quota. And if that means transferring, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“If your mother was alive—”

“Well, she’s not.” Kami scowled. She had expected him to try to bring her mother into the conversation, but it hurt just the same. “But I can’t believe she wouldn’t want me to be happy. She was one of a quota, Ian — one that had only one child. Father’s attention stayed on the others.”

His broad shoulders lifted as he took a deep breath and looked back to the trees.

“I’m leaving for a six-month stay in Three-Two-Three. With me gone, you’ll be free to start your family before you turn twenty-five. I won’t stand in your way to fulfill your obligation. You’ll have time to find a woman who will happily live by the law.” She lowered her voice to a mumble. “And I won’t have to see you do it.”

Ian’s heavy brow furrowed, and his dark lashes narrowed his gaze. “And what will happen if you find someone while you’re there? That realm doesn’t know we exist, Kami. What will you tell him when you leave every six months to come back to renew your travel rights?”

“When I choose someone, it will be because our love is true. He’ll understand I need some time away.”

His mouth dropped open, and he shook his head. “What love that’s true has those kinds of secrets?” A scowl crossed his face as he drew his hand through the air. “And what makes you think a love there would be truer than my love here?”

“They choose only one. They pledge their hearts, and it lasts a lifetime.”

“Promises can be broken, whichever realm you’re in.” Orange and yellow leaves scattered as he marched across the small tract and sank to the ground before her. He took her hands in his and then looked into her eyes. “Stay here. Marry me. Be my elite choice. There can be only one first time, and I want it to be you. Let it be enough.”

It took all Kami’s strength to look away. She clenched her jaw, tried to control the hiccup that would surely release a sob.

Ian shook his head, and his voice lowered to a plea. “Please, Kami. Don’t go.”

She pinched her lips together, and the hiccup forced its way to her throat. Snatching her breath, she kept it silent, but it jarred her into action. “The consort has already granted my leave. I’ve taken the training, and temporary employment is waiting for me. If I can make it work, I’ll arrange to stay longer.”

The frank tone of her voice gave her strength as she stood. “Good-bye, Ian.”

His hands slowly released her as he rose and stepped back. His square jaw flexed. “Never say good-bye. This isn’t the end.”

Kami tore her gaze from his hazel eyes and focused her thoughts on the Inter-dimensional Courtyard. A wave of heat sizzled through her veins as her elements prepared to shift through space. The scene before her distorted, and a soft buzz filled her ears as she synced into the atrium.


Air rushed from Ian’s lungs. “No,” he uttered with his remaining breath. How could she believe another woman would mean more to him than she did? He clenched his jaw, spun, and punched at the cloud of tiny insects that had flown up behind him. “No!”

Birds quieted overhead, and the bugs slowly parted, as if to scoff at his harsh behavior. A brash breeze whipped through the clearing and blew them away. Dried leaves scattered. He kicked at the animated foliage and then raked his fingers over his scalp.

She had to realize I wasn’t one of the needy. Everyone knows the Belrose name is synonymous with wealth and elitism.

He caught sight of the bandana tied around his right bicep and lowered his arms. Surely she had known he hid the family emblem inked on his skin to make it easier to move among the poor during his service to them. He rolled his shoulders to dispel the chill traveling up his neck.


He bunched his fingers into fists and launched into long strides. Ten paces carried him to the edge of the patchy ground to face the birch trees that separated him from her housing tower. They needed to talk this out… really talk before she went through with it.

“This isn’t the end,” he said aloud, as if his words could reach her. “I refuse to give up on us.”

Heat sizzled through his veins as he prepared to sync with space. He paused before he attached his elements to the atmosphere near her suite’s entrance. If she was to the point of throwing their love away, he would need all the help he could get.

I’d better get some heavy artillery.


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