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Jim Morrison, Elvis Presley, and Jimi Hendrix are back, 25 years after the CIA faked their deaths when a Soviet deep-cover agent outed the network of world-touring artists couriering sensitive agency documents. Jimi Hendrix is invisible. He was “recruited” for a top-secret Pentagon project after early results suggested marijuana users made the best test subjects.

A fast-paced apocalyptic novel with a flair of Michael Crichton.Terrance Mathison, a veteran turned bioengineer, returns from a camping trip to find that a widespread pathogen is quickly rusting important metals once they’re touched. Amid the crumbling downfall of our technological society, he assembles a team of super-nerds and elite soldiers to find and secure a lab in hopes of developing a cure. As cities collapse and food supplies dwindle, Mathison and his team navigate an increasingly savage world. He has to decide what lengths he will go to for a cure.

An Army lieutenant returns from World War II, riven by PTSD. He wants to be an attorney, so he’s forced to keep his illness a secret. As far as he knows, there’s only one cure for the devastating nightmares that began during his command of an artillery company: Scotch whiskey, and lots of it.

Red Mountain in eastern Washington is home to a community of eccentrics. Otis Till, the area's visionary winemaker, has been known to howl at the moon - fully nude. Single mother Margot Pierce moved across the country to build an inn, but so far all she does is binge on gelato, the Hallmark Channel, and fantasies of murdering her ex. High school senior Emilia Forester is the daughter of celebrity parents struggling to build her own life outside of their shadow.

Retirement ain’t for pussies. Someone told me that once. And I’ll tell you this much—they weren’t shitting me. If you know anything about me at all, folks, you’ll know I’m not much of a planner. Never have been and probably never will be. So when I decided to take early retirement without so much as a fucking whiff of a plan, my crew of geriatric buddies at the Seacoast Majestic Resort came to the consensus that I hadn’t given my future enough thought. I mean, they weren’t wrong. All cards on the table—I hadn’t given it any thought.