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    Courageous
    Courageous
    Courageous
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    Courageous

    By Russ Crossley

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    Five heroes rise...

    Amanda Dark, paranormal investigator, asked by a spirit to investigate a murder.

    Aloha Armstrong, the Woman from L.I.P..S., travels into the past to save the future from certain destruction.

    Amy Selkirk, vampire, faces a terrible sacrifice to save humanity from the dark forces of evil.

    Izzy Creek, teen superhero, part of an elite team determined to stop a political assassination or die trying.

    and;

    Elizabeth Simms, leader of the neighborhood watch, struggling to keep what remains of humanity alive after an alien attack.

    Five courageous women doing what needs to be done.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisher53rd Street Publishing
    Release dateOct 1, 2015
    ISBN9781516340729
    Courageous
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    Russ Crossley

    International selling author, Russ Crossley writes science fiction and fantasy, and mystery/suspense under the name R.G. Crossley. His latest science fiction satire set in the far future, Revenge of the Lushites, is a sequel to Attack of the Lushites released in 2011. The latest title in the series was released in the fall of 2013. Both titles are available in e-book and trade paperback. He has sold several short stories that have appeared in anthologies from various publishers including; WMG Publishing, Pocket Books, and St. Martins Press. He is a member of SF Canada and is past president of the Greater Vancouver Chapter of Romance Writers of America. He is also an alumni of the Oregon Coast Professional Fiction Writers Master Class taught by award winning author/editors, Kristine Katherine Rusch and Dean Wesley Smith. Feel free to contact him on Facebook, Twitter, or his website http:www.russcrossley.com.  He loves to hear from readers  

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      Book preview

      Courageous - Russ Crossley

      In an alternate reality the Confederate States won the civil war because they had a deadly supernatural ally. Only she could stop them…

      The side cargo door swung upward on hydraulic arms accompanied by the soft whir of the motors. Immediately two armed CSA police troopers burst out onto the squashed grass, dressed in head to foot gray and green battle armor, the faceplates closed, their automags scanning the area around them ready to fire on anyone foolish enough to attack.

      From bitter experience, Amy knew the troopers’ weapons were loaded with rounds that would shred her into fleshy ribbons of bloody meat that even her ability to heal would be useless against. The CSA had learned the most efficient method to destroy a vampire without holy water or wooden stakes. Those ancient weapons against the undead were a thing of the past. Why risk close and personal? Why not kill from a safe distance?

      Courageous

      Russ Crossley

      Edited by R. Edgewood

      Published by 53rd Street Publishing

      Offices in Gibsons, B.C. Canada and Lincoln City, Oregon

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      Tales From Space

      10 by Russ Crossley

      Round Up At The Burger Bar: The Story of Trixie Pug,

      Parts 1- 5 The Beginning

      Worlds of Science Fiction and Fantasy

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      Love Stories

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      An Unexpected Journey

      On Edge

      Thrilling Adventures

      Total War

      Courageous

      Acknowledgements

      Thank you to our editor, Colleen Kuehne, for her diligent work to improve our work. We are forever grateful to her. And to all those authors who inspired the book you have in your hands. Thank you all for your wonderful stories involving women of strength.

      Dedication

      For Rita who shares my love of the fantastic.

      Courageous

      Russ Crossley

      Edited by R. Edgewood

      Published by 53rd Street Publishing

      © 2015 Russ Crossley

      All rights reserved

      Cover art © Eti Swinford | Dreamstime.com

      Cover designed by R. Edgewood

      Cover design and layout © 2015 by 53rd Street Publishing

      Print ISBN: 978-1-927621-46-2 

      53rd Street Publishing

      Head office: Gibsons B.C. Canada

      www.53rdstreetpublishing.com

      This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

      Table of Contents

      Introduction

      A Father’s Daughter

      Neighborhood Watch

      Clubhouse Heroes

      Unnatural Immortal

      Bloody Betty, Queen of the Pirates

      About the Author

      Other titles available from 53rd Street Publishing

      Introduction

      I have been a fan of women in science fiction and fantasy since I began reading. The stories that inspire me are the ones where courage is tested and the heroines must rise to overcome seemingly impossible odds. Reading pulse pounding tales like these left me awestruck.

      These selected tales offer the same sense of awe and wonder that thrilled me all those years ago and I hope will do the same for you.

      Enjoy!

      R. Edgewood

      September 2015

      Ghost stories have long been one of my favorite subgenres of the horror genre. This tale involves a young woman gone before her time and the woman she turns to for help, Amanda Dark, Paranormal Investigator.

      A Father's Daughter

      Saffron shifted her bottom on the hard pine chair, where she sat studying the unadorned steel-gray walls and floor of the ten-by-ten-foot room surrounding the burnished steel desk in the center of the otherwise bare room. Looking down at herself, she discovered she was dressed in black slacks, flats, and a white cotton long-sleeved shirt. The clothes reminded her of the K-Mart housewives she silently mocked when she made trips to the mall to visit the high-end shops for new shoes and the latest fashions. She had closets reserved just for her shoes. She had never worn such frumpy clothes in her life.

      Seated across from her in a brown, well-worn leather chair, was a pale-faced, severe-looking woman with mint green eyes, her angular features focused on the pages of a large, clothbound book, open on the desk in front of her.

      Saffron had no sense of how long she’d been here or how she’d gotten here. But she did have a vague sense of unease, deep in her belly, that had formed a knot reminiscent of hunger.

      Yet she wasn’t hungry, at least not exactly, as she thought of hunger. In the recesses of her mind, memoires bubbled of the taste of champagne and cherries and coffee, but she had no compulsion or need for them. Something had changed. But what?

      Saffron’s auburn eyes finally landed on the woman across from her, who smelled of peppermints and chamomile tea like her grandmother, who had died when she and her twin sister, Sadie, were fifteen years old. Their father had taken them with him to retrieve her grandmother’s clothes for the funeral. She recalled seeing the hairbrush lying face up on her grandmother’s antique mirrored dresser, the battleship-gray wisps of hair still clinging to the stiff, black horsehair bristles as if trapped for eternity as the only remaining evidence of the woman who gave her chocolate candies at Christmas, and sent crisp, new dollar bills for her and her sister in a birthday card each year.

      A twinge of regret for the unkindness toward her elderly grandmother invaded her thoughts briefly, then retreated immediately. As long as she could recall, her grandmother had been trapped in a frail body twisted by painful arthritis. Saffron had been young and stupid then, a horribly self-absorbed teenager who failed to appreciate her elders.

      Her deepest regret was reserved for her father, whose angry eyes bore into her when, at her grandmother’s funeral, she and her sister had giggled at some inane private joke between them.

      Mercifully he never spoke to her about the incident, but she knew they had disappointed him. Her beloved father was the only man she had ever looked to for wisdom and guidance. Most of the men she dated were spoiled pretty-boys with more money than brains. They definitely weren’t the type of men she would ever marry or turn to for advice.

      She had always wanted to apologize to her father for her behavior, but had never had the courage to bring up the subject with him. Since that day, she’d considered their relationship irrecoverably damaged.

      Looking around the bare room, she somehow sensed that her opportunity to tell her father how she felt had passed.

      Miss Smythe? said the woman, startling her from her moment of retrospection. The woman’s voice had a deep timber and an edge of disapproval. Hanging from her neck by a thin chain was a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. She was wearing a dowdy dress of navy-blue roses over a pale beige background. A button at the neck secured the collar. Her dark hair was shot through with gray streaks and was tied into a bun atop her narrow head.

      Yes. Saffron Smythe, actually.

      One pepper-colored eyebrow arched on her pale forehead as she regarded Saffron, obviously unimpressed. Yes, she said, Saffron, of course. The woman interlaced her long, tapered fingers on top of the pages of the open book, then leaned slightly forward, her elbows resting on the book. Her dispassionate gaze made Saffron uncomfortable. According to our records, you are here slightly earlier than expected.

      Ummmm, that’s the thing, Ms.... Saffron looked at the woman questioningly.

      Ruth. You may call me Ruth. A slight hitch in Ruth’s tone suggested Saffron was to continue. She had a small, humorless smile on her lips.

      Saffron nodded. I’m not sure where I am, exactly.

      The woman nodded, unlaced her fingers, and eased back in her chair, her expression sending Saffron signals that she had heard this question many times. Of course. Many who arrive here have no idea their existence on Earth is at an end.

      Saffron froze and her jaw dropped. She shivered as if she was suddenly chilled, except the room’s temperature was nearly perfect. Do you mean I’m dead?

      A sardonic smile spread across Ruth’s features. Yes. But don’t be concerned. You’re in the best of hands. I’ll soon have your next assignment ready.

      But I can’t be dead, Saffron whispered. I’m too young. And I’m too rich.

      Ruth grinned. "I hear that a lot, more often than you might think, actually."

      Anger bubbled up from Saffron’s stomach. She tasted sour bile at the back of her throat. How can I be dead and still taste bile? She sucked in a breath, then exhaled. I seem to be breathing. She pinched the skin of her right arm between thumb and forefinger as hard as she could, and winced at the sudden rush of pain. Son of a bi— She spat her next words between gritted teeth. Lady, I don’t know who you are, but I’m the daughter of a very powerful man, so I suggest you let me go immediately.

      Oh, but Saffron, no one is holding you here, I assure you. This is a way station. My job is to prepare you for your final destination.

      Saffron’s anger subsided and she eyed the woman. Final destination? She had a bad feeling about Ruth’s answer. She knew somehow she wouldn’t like it.

      A sardonic

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