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No one runs a racket and gets away with it. Not in the Federation and not when it steals business from The Bad Company. Punish the interlopers! But justice must be served. Is it a racket? Or are they just better at business? Send in the Magistrate to investigate and apply the law. What will Rivka uncover? What justice will she deliver? Keep pulling the threads. See what unravels. They keep leading her . . . somewhere. She knows she has to follow. Even if it smells like a trap.

A frontier world. One sheriff. And all the action one spaceport can't hold. Darklanding is the wild, wild west of known space. Sheriff Thaddeus Fry will never completely leave the battlefields of Centauri Prime. His assignment as the sheriff of Darklanding could be a do-nothing job, or it could get him killed.

A father and his son, a country apart. Time swirls and strange is a new normal. Believe it all. Trust none of it. Buck is driving for his life. Garth, too. Nowhere is safe as the dangers mount. Must get moving. Unless staying is better. Does anyone know the best choice? Make it up as you go because no one has gone through this before. The world becomes more and more hostile, but Buck and Garth aren't going to take it lying down.

They say that behind every great man is a great woman…but what if that woman is a Werewolf? Terry’s war against the Forsaken drags on, until he finds that the elusive Mister Smith has been playing chess while TH had been playing football. Where there’s one Forsaken, there's more. When one falls, another rises to take its place. Will Terry Henry Walton's war against the Forsaken ever end?

Civilization has returned to humanity and brought with it the vices of the civilized. The fight for the end begins as petty power seeks to fill vacuums. From China to Chicago to New York City, Terry and Char are fighting for their lives. The FDG, Vampires, Weres, Michael, and Valerie all collide in this epic climax to the Terry Henry Walton Chronicles. When the finish line isn't the finish at all, but the start of something new. It's a whole new battle, one for the future of mankind. Terry's just not sure where it will be fought.

Ian and Jenny Bragg are called to a meeting by those who are paid to deliver justice. Some call them assassins. Others call them hitmen. Ian knows them as operators. Market share is about taking business from others. A zero sum game. The Peace Archive is growing, and it’s making the wrong people uncomfortable.

It's been 20 years since the fall, the destruction the world brought on itself. Can Terry Henry Walton, enhanced as he is, help bring civilization back as he seeks to atone for previous actions?

A rogue Forsaken with the power of a pod. He wants the purple-eyed werewolf. He wants what's in Cheyenne Mountain. Terry Henry Walton is the key to both. When the Forsaken captures Terry, everyone's world gets turned upside down. What will the Alpha and her pack do?

Ian Bragg is thrust into a world in between. An operator AND a manager. Can he teach morality to professional hit men? Know when a target needs to be taken down and when to walk away. What happens when operators get together? One place. One time. Will any of them live to see a new day? Jenny works to keep Ian sane just until she gets in the line of fire. Ian unleashes on his new reality, changing the world by his force of will alone.

Humanity's greatest export - Justice. Space is a dangerous place, even for the wary, especially for the unprepared. The aliens have no idea. Here comes the Bad Company. Colonel Terry Henry Walton takes his warriors into battle, for a price, in this first installment of The Bad Company. He believes in the moral high ground and is happy getting paid for his role in securing it.

It’s the 22nd century. The galaxy has opened up to humanity as a hyperactive beehive of stargates and new technologies, and we suddenly find ourselves in a vast playground of different races, environments, and cultures. There’s just one catch: We are pretty much at the bottom of the food chain, and there’s only one way for humanity to move up - by becoming mercenaries. In every mercenary’s life, though, there comes a time when things go wrong and even the best laid plans go awry.

When Xi Bao and her crew of ragtag former prisoners take on an underground enemy, they find numbers far greater than they expected - forcing them to fight for their lives.

They say that behind every great man is a great woman...but what if that woman is a Werewolf? The Forsaken have gone into hiding, and Terry sends the Force de Guerre's tactical teams on missions around the globe to root the evil ones out. When Ted can no longer keep the pod flying, things heat up quickly in a race to corner and finish Mister Smith.

The Bad Company is the only force capable of unlocking destiny. Terry and Char take the Bad Company beyond the frontier, back to Benitus Seven. What they find shocks them to the very core of their beings. Marcie and Kae develop a new force, a land army to win the peace and keep it. They are sent to Kor’nar, a planet populated by insect people. Their challenges start buzzing the second they land with a force ten thousand strong.

Rivka and her crew take a much-deserved vacation, but find themselves on a jungle planet, cut off from the rest of the galaxy. Part by design, but mostly not. Isn't that what a good vacation is supposed to be, disconnected from the rigors of everyday life? Until no one can hear your calls for help. The team has to resolve Yindle and Yangor's dispute before they can find a way home. A vacation turned into a case morphed into a fight for survival.

They say that behind every great man is a great woman, but what if that woman is a werewolf? Terry and Char cross the Wastelands returning to New Boulder carrying a message of hope. They'd found a better place. Could they move the whole town there, and would it be safer? They have a lead on Terry's white whale, a secure military facility. What will they find and can they break in? The Forsaken, the vampires of the new world, aren't afraid of a werewolf or her mate. But Terry and Char aren't afraid of the Forsaken either.

No respect for life. Or the law. It's the trade. In sentience. Run by the Corranites, creatures that have always traded in intelligent alien life. Bought and sold. Nothing more than property. Rivka is having none of it. With an eye toward taking the entire supply line down, she launches into the greater galaxy. All the way to the heart of the Federation. It's bigger than anyone knows. She calls all her friends and finds that she has woefully few. With a snarl and a mandate, she dives head first into the firepit of the Slave Trade.

It’s a race against the clock to dismantle a group that’s been in place for years. They’re well-funded, too, and armed with weapons they shouldn’t have. Authorities are stymied. Ian and Jenny Bragg are not so constrained. It’s supposed to be a single target. What if the target may not be the target at all, but a pipeline to those who deserve what Ian Bragg has to offer? In an organization like the Peace Archive, contracts tend to take on a life of their own. When it comes to imparting justice, the operators become the last line of defense with only one chance to get it right.

Trapped in Ga'ee space, Leviathan runs for its life. And the lives of its crew. Declan Payne and Harry Wesson decide to go on the offensive. They have no choice. They can't go home. It only delays the inevitable. The Ga'ee march relentlessly into the space of the seven races while turning an inward eye toward the interloper, the ship they call God1. They direct tens of thousands of Ga'ee carriers to destroy Leviathan. The silicon-based life forms have to be stopped. Declan Payne comes up with a plan, and no one is sold on it, but it's the only plan they have.

A tragic event causes the dominos to start falling, leaving Alaska isolated—cut off from the rest of the world. The vast majority leave, but some are left behind with nothing. No power. No food. No water. Nothing. One family has no choice. They are on the wrong side of the dividing line, finding themselves on the inside looking out with no idea when help is coming.