One of Two by S.R. Cronin - Book Tour + Giveaway
One of Two
by S.R. Cronin
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GENRE: Sci-fi Fantasy
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BLURB:
Telepathy creates as many problems as it solves, as everyone in the secret organization x0 would
admit. When new member Lola discovers another group of telepaths with a totally different approach,
those problems multiply at the speed of thought.
admit. When new member Lola discovers another group of telepaths with a totally different approach,
those problems multiply at the speed of thought.
Soon, Lola’s family and friends are in danger. Lucky for her, she’s not your average budding psychic.
Each person she is close to has a special gift of their own. That’s good, because it’s going to take
every power they possess to stop these others from tearing apart x0.
Each person she is close to has a special gift of their own. That’s good, because it’s going to take
every power they possess to stop these others from tearing apart x0.
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EXCERPT
Warren waited four long days for the report on the search of Maurice’s home.
His men examined every email on Maurice’s computer, every scrap of paper in his drawers,
and every message on his phone. From this they compiled a list of suspicious contacts called
“potential psychics.”
His men examined every email on Maurice’s computer, every scrap of paper in his drawers,
and every message on his phone. From this they compiled a list of suspicious contacts called
“potential psychics.”
Warren scanned the names. No special ability was needed to notice the surprising amount of time
this retired geologist spent communicating with people from Africa, India, and East Asia.
At the top of the list was a man named Olumiji who’d spoken with Maurice every week for years.
Who was this Olumiji?
this retired geologist spent communicating with people from Africa, India, and East Asia.
At the top of the list was a man named Olumiji who’d spoken with Maurice every week for years.
Who was this Olumiji?
To Warren’s surprise, the contacts weren’t even the real gold mine.
The computer yielded a secret website visited by Maurice almost daily. Warren chuckled.
Who’d have thought a group of telepaths would maintain a website?
The computer yielded a secret website visited by Maurice almost daily. Warren chuckled.
Who’d have thought a group of telepaths would maintain a website?
Access required two massive passwords, and Warren’s team supposed Maurice did what most
older people did. He wrote his passwords down. It was to his credit the two were kept in separate
places, but eventually the right combination was found and a pleased IT expert showed Warren how
to log into the website of a group called x0.
older people did. He wrote his passwords down. It was to his credit the two were kept in separate
places, but eventually the right combination was found and a pleased IT expert showed Warren how
to log into the website of a group called x0.
“Real nut case stuff,” he confided. “You’re gonna get a kick out of this nonsense.”
“I’m sure I will.” Warren squinted at the screen and said no more until the man took the hint and closed
the door behind him.
the door behind him.
I’ve got you people right where I want you.
Warren skimmed the content for anything useful, making notes as he went. Yes, this was good.
That was filler. That was garbage. Wait, this gave an idea of the size of the organization.
Good Lord, there were hundreds of these people! Could they all read minds?
That was filler. That was garbage. Wait, this gave an idea of the size of the organization.
Good Lord, there were hundreds of these people! Could they all read minds?
The phone rang, annoying him with its the interruption. Then he guessed who was at the other end
of the line. I hate goddamned telepaths. He picked up the phone.
of the line. I hate goddamned telepaths. He picked up the phone.
“You’re correct. My name is Olumiji and we’re quite capable of changing a password before you use it.
But we didn’t. I trust you’re enjoying our website?”
But we didn’t. I trust you’re enjoying our website?”
The deep voice resonated with the melody of Africa.
“I’m finding it interesting, thank you.”
“Wonderful. My group and I have decided it’s a waste of valuable time for us to play hide and seek with
each other, simply because we have different philosophies. Needlessly dangerous as well,
don’t you think?”
each other, simply because we have different philosophies. Needlessly dangerous as well,
don’t you think?”
“It hasn’t been dangerous for me.”
There was silence.
“What is it you want from me?” Warren asked.
“We’d like to meet you. Have you over for tea, so to speak.
See if there are areas in which we can work together while we eliminate our mutual fear of the
unknown by learning to understand each other.”
See if there are areas in which we can work together while we eliminate our mutual fear of the
unknown by learning to understand each other.”
“No thank you.”
There was more silence.
“You don’t even want to meet us?” The man sounded genuinely baffled.
“Not really,” Warren said. “We’re not looking for new friends.
My telepaths have work to do, and I don’t have time for play dates.”
My telepaths have work to do, and I don’t have time for play dates.”
His eyes flicked to the screen. He’d been logged out.
Don’t underestimate their technological capabilities.
“Correct. You’d be well advised not to underestimate any of our capabilities.”
Warren winced.
“But suit yourself. Perhaps the monads who choose to tell you about their encounters with us over the
next few days will suggest you reconsider.”
next few days will suggest you reconsider.”
“Encounters? How do you know about the monads?”
Warren got no answer. The line went dead, then the screen went dead, and then the lights went off.
“Cheap trick.” For once he hoped every telepath out there could hear him.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Sherrie Roth grew up in Western Kansas thinking there was no place in the universe more fascinating
than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study
journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer.
than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study
journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer.
She published her first science fiction short story and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for
inspiration for the next tale. When it finally came, it declared to her it had to be a whole book,
nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots
of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.
inspiration for the next tale. When it finally came, it declared to her it had to be a whole book,
nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots
of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.
The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down.
He explained that, in a fit of practicality, she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in
geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry.
The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was she found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously
well-paying. The bad news was the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.
He explained that, in a fit of practicality, she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in
geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry.
The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was she found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously
well-paying. The bad news was the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.
Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was they had produced three
wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money
had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort
who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.
wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money
had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort
who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.
Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become
the first woman in space and done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been
in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was the book informed her it had grown into a six
book collection. Sherrie decided she better start writing before it got any longer.
She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
the first woman in space and done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been
in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was the book informed her it had grown into a six
book collection. Sherrie decided she better start writing before it got any longer.
She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
Author Social Media Links
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cinnabar01
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Number46Ascending
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5805814.Sherrie_Cronin
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sherrie-Cronin/e/B007FRMO9Q
Blogs:
46 Ascending - https://46ascending.org/
Face Painting for World Peace - http://tothepowerofzero.org/
Fire Dancing for Fun and Profit - http://ytothepowerof1.org/
Treasure Hunting for a Good Time - http://zsquaredblog.org/
Leaving the Nest to Touch the Sky - http://ctothepowerofthree.org/
Touching the Sky to Save the World - http://dtothepowerof4.org/
Email me at lola.zeitman@gmail.com
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION
S.R. Cronin will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC and a kindle copy of another book from
the 46. Ascending collection (winner’s choice) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter
during the tour.
the 46. Ascending collection (winner’s choice) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter
during the tour.
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