Harold Sloan is the chief terraformer on Galen, a planet in another solar system. Harold is also a man who lives very much within himself, and he loves nothing more than his work. Or so he believes. Which is worse? The work-stopping storm that sometimes rages outside his annex apartment window? Or is it the internal storm, the one he can never escape?

What is the price of a broken heart? When we're very lucky, it's nothing more than lessons learned. When we aren't? Well, suck it up and get over yourself. But that's a story for another time.

Two officers stop by a party to ask the revelers to quiet the music and they do. But one officer, a new guy on the force, is flirting with one of the partygoers. Or is she flirting with him? Perhaps Julie isn't quite the nice girl she seems to be. Perhaps Dave isn't what he appears to be either.

On future Earth, there are only six nations. They are governed, loosely, by a compendium of delegates, one from each nation, to the World Dominion. But among any six humans, there is always one who wants to be dominant. When that one, by happenstance, is contacted by extra-terrestrials who believes him to be the ruler of Earth, he is not inclined to correct them. Instead, as a response to their request to colonize, he levies certain requirements....

Many of us wish it were a month ago or a year ago, but of course, with the stipulation that we know what we know now. Okay, but why not just wish our life could start over? Actually, there are some very good reasons time works as it does.

An anoymous tip has led a hard-boiled detective and two deputies into the desert on a recovery operation. The overwhelming solitude lends the scene an air of remorse and quiet reverence. Lost in his thoughts, the detective draws parallels between violence on a massive scale and the ability of life to endure.

C'mon, everyone knows the old non-joke about Pete and his buddy, right? Still, seems like there's always one more young'un wantin' to put an old timer to shame. Only it doesn't always happen just that way.

Dynamite comes in small packages. Marie Arceneaux is on of them. Don't be on her list. Marie is a Cajun, born and bred near Lafayette, Louisiana. She lives in Cassis, France, on the French Riviera now. Her sister Addy moved in with her a couple of years ago. Marie is ostensibly a sales rep for an international company with a global reach. So her sister never questions why Marie occasionally has to fly out at a moment's notice for a meeting or presentation. But...

The Scent of Acacias is Book 9, the final book in the Wes Crowley novel series. The titles are now arranged chronologically as one long saga, but each also is a stand-alone novel.In this final installment of the Wes Crowley Saga, Wes has one last opportunity to "ride wild on a strong horse in a good cause." Then he's planning to retire. But will he lose everything that's most important to him?Once again Wes comes face to face with a pair of enemies...

Reginald Cranston, senior partner in the law firm of Cranston, Cranston, Swain and Devereaux, is about to lose Devereaux. And he doesn't want to lose her. She's the junior partner at only 29 years old, but she's also his fantasy.