He'd said goodbye to his life on the reservation without regrets. He'd asked Tanya Rattling Blanket to come with him too many times, and Nick Longhair never begs. But when business brings him back to his ancestors' land, he finally understands what he exchanged for money and power.In the years he's been in Chicago, Tanya has been raising his baby, a son he didn't know.... Determined to give his child every advantage, Nick isn't about to leave again...at least not alone. But that means winning back the love of those he left behind.About the AuthorAward-winning author Sarah M. Anderson loves to put characters from different worlds into new situations and see how their backgrounds and cultures take them places they never thought theyu2019d go. When not helping out at her sonu2019s school or walking her two rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, which is surprisingly well-tolerated by her wonderful husband and son. Find out more about Sarah at www.sarahmanderson.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Nick Longhair got out of his Jaguar, his Italian loafers crunching on the white rock that made up the parking lot at tribal headquarters for the Red Creek Lakota. The building might have had a fresh coat of paint in the past two years, but otherwise, it was as he remembered it. Narrow little windows, low ceilings and an overall depressing vibe.For the past two years, he'd worked out of a corner office on South Dearborn, one of the priciest blocks in Chicago. Marble floors, custom furnishings and floor-to-ceiling views of Lake Michigan. It had been the height of luxury, and a true measure of how far he'd come.He looked around his current surroundings. A three-legged dog hopped across the lot a few feet away from him. The other vehicles weren't Bentleys or Audis or even Mercedes, but rusty pickup trucks and cars with mismatched hoods and plastic sheeting for windows. This wasn't a measure of how far he'd come. It was a measure of how far he'd fallen.All he had ever wanted was to get off this rez. He could still remember seeing The Cosby Show on the working TV at a friend's house and discovering that other folks lived in great big houses where kids had their own rooms, water came out of the sink and lights turned on with the flip of a switch. The shock of realizing that some people had those things—and that those people weren't always white—had made him look at his childhood with brand-new eyes. The discarded trailer with cardboard patched over the windows and the holes in the roof? Not normal. Having to share a bed with his brother and mom? Not normal. Having to haul buckets of water from the stream and then hope he didn't get sick drinking it? Not normal. Not even acceptable.Yeah, it sounded stupid to say that a sitcom had changed his life for the better. But at the age of eight, he'd realized there was a different life off the rez, and he wanted the big house, the fancy cars, the nice clothes. He wanted it all. And he'd spent his entire life earning it.So being forced to come back to the rez felt worse than any demotion. If he hadn't been ordered to take this case—and if his future promotions didn't rest upon a clean victory—he wouldn't be here. Maybe he should have quit instead of taking this assignment. He didn't want to feel the stink of poverty on his skin again. It had taken years to clean the poor out of his pores. But he was the best at what he did, and what Nick did was lead lawsuits against energy companies. This was the kind of case he couldn't walk away from. This was the kind of case that made a person's career.Nick shook his head, forcing himself to focus on what he was here to accomplish.As the youngest junior partner in the history of the law firm of Sutcliffe, Watkins and Monroe, he'd won judgments for clients against BP for the oil spill in the Gulf, coal mines for the toxic runoff they dumped into the groundwater and even nuclear power plants with lax security. In the past five years, he'd gotten very good—and very rich—being environmentally friendly. He'd earned his place at the table.Then his tribe, the Red Creek Lakota, had hired Sutcliffe, Watkins and Monroe to sue Midwest Energy Company for polluting the Dakota River when they used hydraulic fracturing, or fracking, to drill for natural gas. The tribe claimed the chemicals used in the drilling had seeped into the groundwater and contaminated the Dakota. They wanted Midwest Energy to clean up the water and pay for any health problems that resulted from the pollution. But this kind of case was beyond the scope of general counsel. The tribe's lawyer, Rosebud Armstrong, had needed someone who specialized in this kind of case. And that someone was Nick.Nick had been surprised the tribe could afford the Sutcliffe, Watkins and Monroe price tag, but they'd recently built a dam and the funds from the sale of hydro-electricity had actually put the tribe in the black for the first time ever. Of course they'd picked Nick's firm. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that Rosebud had gone looking for him, but it still irked him. He'd always felt his tribe didn't want a damn thing to do with him when he was a dirt-poor nobody.Now that he was a somebody who'd made something of himself, though, the tune had changed. No one had missed him when he'd left—not even Tanya Rattling Blanket, his high school sweetheart. But now that they needed him and his uncanny ability to win in the courtroom, they wanted him to come home. Nick had been informed that the tribal council wanted him to lead the legal battle on-site. It wasn't enough that he had to work for people who'd rejected him. Now he had to go back and live with them.Marcus Sutcliffe, the founder of the firm, had never been one to turn down a paying client. In no uncertain terms, Marcus had told Nick to pack his bags. And he did it in such a way that made it clear "no" was not an option. "Those are your people," Marcus had said, a look of distaste flitting across his face as he waved Nick away. "You handle them."The hackles on Nick's neck still stood up just thinking about Marcus's dismissive tone. With a wave of his hand, Marcus had reduced Nick to the token Indian. His legal victories, top-notch law degree, his years of experience and dedication to the firm—meaningless, if Nick only earned them in the name of affirmative action. He'd fought for years to be recognized for what he could do, not what he'd been born. Apparently, he still had a long way to go.The question Nick hadn't been able to answer was if Rissa Sutcliffe, Marcus's daughter, felt the same way. Nick didn't think so. He and Rissa had been dating for almost two years—exclusively dating for the last year. He knew she was attracted to what she called his "tall, dark and very mysterious" appearance, but that had never bothered him until Marcus had thrown "those people" onto the table.But the fact was, if Nick won this case, he'd be first in line to succeed Marcus when he retired—an event that was only a few years off. So Nick nodded and smiled and acted like he was thrilled to be handling "those" people and their case. Better than giving the case to Jenkins, Nick's rival in the office.So Nick wasn't here for the rez. He was here for his career. The sooner he won this case, the sooner he could get back to Chicago.Then he took a deep breath, the smell of last night's rain and the grass surrounding him. No, this wasn't the Magnificent Mile. But that smell—the scent of wide-open spaces—was something he couldn't find in Chicago. Last night, he'd sat on his new front porch and done something he hadn't been able to do in two years. He'd watched the stars.Maybe some time away from Sutcliffe, Watkins and Monroe would be a good thing. The interoffice sniping had reached new levels of Machiavellian backstab-bing—so much so that Nick spent more time fending off sideway attacks from the likes of Jenkins than he did building cases. Some days, he felt less like a lawyer and more like a pawn struggling to be a knight.If that had been all he'd been dealing with, Nick could have sucked it up and dealt with it. But it wasn't. For the last few months, Rissa had been buying bridal magazines and discussing an outdoor summer wedding versus a Christmas-themed wedding. Even Marcus had been calling him "son" more and more. On paper, that had been the plan—marry the boss's daughter and take over the family business. No doubt about it, Nick would have arrived. No one would have been able to take that success away from him.Nick should have proposed to Rissa before he left to seal the deal. Should have, but didn't. He had always enjoyed Rissa's company, but he couldn't wrap his head around Rissa and the Red Creek Reservation in the same thought. Rissa wasn't exactly high-maintenance, but she required a certain amount of upkeep—shopping, spas, servants. Nick had enjoyed the hell out of being on the receiving end of that upkeep, but the moment the tribe had barged back into his life, his expensive lifestyle had suddenly felt forced. Almost unreal. Untrue, at the very least. Up until that exact moment, he'd been so certain of his plan, but now...he didn't know if he loved who Rissa was or the fact that she had been born a Sutcliffe. Which meant he was in real danger of being the world's biggest living hypocrite.So he'd taken the job. He'd given Rissa a little talk about how some time apart would be good for them, help them know for sure if they were meant to be together. She'd taken it well enough, he supposed. "So you won't mind if Jenkins takes me to the Parade of Sails, then," she had said, her voice needle-sharp and her words just as pointed.But Nick had already made up his mind. He was a big fan of clean breaks anyway. He'd reassured Rissa that she was free to see whoever she wanted, and when Nick's case was over, they'd "catch up" and "reevaluate" where their relationship stood. He needed a break from the whole lot of them—Jenkins, Rissa and Marcus. As much as he told himself he was back on the rez involuntarily, a small, hidden part of him was relieved to be here. Even though he was no longer the same man who'd left this rez behind, he still felt more like himself just being here.The case would probably take a year, maybe two, before all the dust settled. That left him plenty of time to catch up with his family. He could look up Tanya Rattling Blanket for starters. True, he hadn't seen her in—man, it had to be almost two years—but he knew she was still here. She was one of those idealistic people who was determined to make a difference. She had made her preference for the rez over the real world clear back when they were dating. But if she was here and Nick was here, he didn&#...

Issue #102 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies online magazine, featuring stories by Peter Darbyshire and Nahtaniel Katz.

At Gram’s Country Cooking School, Isabelle “Betts” Winston and her grandmother share their home-style culinary secrets. But what they keep to themselves are the secrets of Broken Rope, a quiet little Missouri town, that isn't nearly as quiet as it seems...A fresh school year begins as Gram and Betts anxiously await the arrival of their new crop of students. But their enthusiasm is thwarted when a stranger named Freddie O’Bannon arrives and claims to have proof that he was accepted to the school despite what is in their files. And when the ghost of Cylas Gent, a young man who might have a romantic past with Gram, also appears, there are suddenly two mysteries demanding their attention.But just as Gram and Betts start sifting through the past, one of their new students is murdered. Does the seemingly sweet Freddie O’Bannon have something sinister to hide, or are Gram’s ghosts trying to teach her a lesson? Either way, it’s up to the country cooks to catch a killer before another living soul gets burned. Includes delicious recipes!

Remembrance of Things PassionateShe's been making the "right" decisions all her life. But after elite D.C. event planner Scarlet Anders meets self-made billionaire Daniel McNeal--a rowdy, sexy male who laughs in the face of society--she wishes she could make different choices.Then she trips over a tangled wedding veil and everything changes. Because the resulting memory loss turns prim-and-proper Scarlet into carefree Scarlet. She jumps at Daniel's offer of a wild affair. Yet when her memory returns, she realizes she's in love with this man--but is he willing to give her a wedding of her own?

A storm is brewing in the all-but-forgotten backcountry of Kentucky. And, for Orbie Ray, the swirling heavens may just have the power to tear open his family’s darkest secrets. Then Like the Blind Man: Orbie’s Story is the enthralling debut novel by Freddie Owens, which tells the story of a feisty wunderkind in the segregated South of the 1950s, and the forces he must overcome to restore order in his world. Evocative of a time and place long past, this absorbing work of magical realism offered with a Southern twist will engage readers who relish the Southern literary canon, or any tale well told. Nine-year-old Orbie has his cross to bear. After the death of his father, his mother Ruby has off and married his father’s coworker and friend Victor, a slick-talking man with a snake tattoo. Now, Orbie, his sister Missy, and his mother haven’t had a peaceful moment with the heavy-drinking new man of the house. Orbie hates his stepfather more than he can stand; a fact that lands him at his grandparents’ place in Harlan’s Crossroads, Kentucky. Orbie grudgingly adjusts to life with his doting Granny and carping Granpaw, who are a bit too keen on their black neighbors for Orbie’s taste, not to mention their Pentecostal congregation of snake handlers. And, when he meets the black Choctaw preacher, Moses Mashbone, he learns of powers that might uncover the true cause of his father's death. As a storm of unusual magnitude descends, Orbie happens upon the solution to a paradox at once magical and ordinary. Question is, will it be enough? Equal parts Hamlet and Huckleberry Finn, it’s a tale that’s rich in meaning, socially relevant, and rollicking with boyhood adventure. The novel mines crucial contemporary issues, as well as the universality of the human experience while also casting a beguiling light on boyhood dreams and fears. It’s a well-spun, nuanced work of fiction that is certain to resonate with lovers of literary fiction, particularly in the Southern tradition of storytelling. Then Like The Blind Man: Orbie’s Story wins Indiereader Discovery Award for literary fiction

Issue #92 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies online magazine, featuring stories by Tom Crosshill and Cory Skerry. 

He takes lives. She saves them. A supposedly hassle-free job for mercenary Cristian Slade becomes a mission of mercy when he saves a life instead of taking one. Slade's new mission might be his most dangerous yet, because the danger is to his heart. Tragedy has sent esteemed surgeon Alana O'Grady to a remote a remote Nicaraguan island where she immerses herself in the lives of a native American tribe, using her talents for goodwill instead of wealth and prestige. But life turns upside down when her work requires she protect a rugged mercenary who commands her attention when she's awake and dominates her dreams while she sleeps. Doctoring Christian puts her entire tribe in danger from the man who's hunting him. Is it her professional oath or her unprofessional attraction to him keeping her from sending him away to heal on his own? Alana's fire warms Christian's heart, but he's a hardened assassin and has no business falling for someone like her. Can they fight hard enough to...

Before evil had a name, there was LILITH. Something has come aboard the U.S. Navy’s newest state-of-the-art super carrier, the USS Gerald Ford, something supernatural and as ancient as time itself.  And it’s taking over the crew one by one.Reporter Hunter Singleton and his wife Lisa, guests invited aboard to witness a routine training mission off the coast of North Carolina, soon learn that the CIA is onboard as well, and that some of the ship’s crew are acting irrationally, even violently.  When an unexpected monster hurricane slams New York, the ship rushes to assist in the aftermath, and Hunter, Lisa and the crew are faced with the terrifying realization that whatever has come aboard the Ford must be stopped before it is set free on the streets of Manhattan.  But how do they fight something beyond human comprehension?  How do they kill something that may not even be alive?  The clock is ticking…and Time itself is running out.

Visions can kill you. Would you risk your life to save someone else’s?Kate sees psychic visions of the future and the past—but only when she's having an asthma attack. When she "sees" her sister being beaten, she needs more visions to try to save her, along with a suicidal classmate—but triggering her asthma could kill her. Parallel Visions is the story of one brave, caring girl whose unusual gifts put her own life in danger.A new YA fantasy from the award-winning author of SCARS and HUNTED.About the AuthorCheryl Rainfield is the author of the award-winning SCARS, a novel about a queer teen sexual abuse survivor who uses self-harm to cope; the award-winning HUNTED, a novel about a teen telepath in a world where any paranormal power is illegal; and the forthcoming STAINED, about a teen who is abducted and must rescue herself. Cheryl Rainfield is an incest and ritual abuse survivor, a feminist, and an avid reader and writer. She lives in Toronto with her little dog Petal.Cheryl Rainfield has been said to write with “great empathy and compassion” (VOYA) and to write stories that “can, perhaps, save a life.” (CM Magazine) SLJ said of her work: “[readers] will be on the edge of their seats.”You can find Cheryl on her website CherylRainfield.com or her blog http://www.CherylRainfield.com/blog

A single dad celebrates the engagement of his oldest son to his girlfriend of a couple years over dinner. However, there are some mixed feelings, because the dad and the fiancée have more of a history than just the two years she had dated his son. After the young couple go to a movie, Angela stops by the dad’s house to reconcile the history before planning a wedding. Eric, the son, finds out and wants to change the wedding plans. And his dad agrees, in a sense.

Just in time for the holidays, Andrea Kane's beloved short story Yuletide Treasure is available as an eBook for the first time ever.Yuletide Treasure captures holiday magic as it transports us to a village in Victorian England, where an embittered earl seeks a governess for a lovely, defiant little girl named Noelle.