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The Record series by Winnie Winkle (#1-3)
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Overview: Winnie Winkle is a fabulous Central Florida broad who swills bourbon, likes dogs and cats, and practices yoga, but not with any particular grace. Supporting live local music is a big deal to Winnie, so if, down the line, you pass a gravestone that admonishes, ‘Go see the band and hit the tip jar’, it’s probably hers. But, since she’s not dead yet, she’ll keep penning fun stuff to rock your reading chair. A 30-plus year Florida resident, Winnie splits her time between Daytona Beach Shores and the Mount Dora area. She prefers writing beach-side as much as she can because, if we’re baring our souls here, the ocean is a mighty muse and there’s only so much one can expect from coffee. Winnie writes literary fiction with speculative elements, humorous fantasy, paranormal/sci-fi romance, and grocery lists.
Genre: Fiction > Sci-Fi/Fantasy
1. Boogie Beach
Two bars, one magical and one human, lie in the exact same space. That should work. It’d better; I run those joints and we’re under attack.
I live a pretty weird life—as in gods in speedos, powerful witches with little patience for mere humans, and shifters whose vibrations make my guts quake. Plus, an oceanside bar and a magical book run my existence.
Beach life and eccentric are besties. The record picked me, Cleopatra O’Keefe, to be the next Keeper. I took over the book and started chronicling the intersection and occasional asininity of the human and magical worlds. That’s when eccentric plunked its butt on the deck next to mine and we careened into the world of funky oddities seasoned with occasional mayhem.
I’ve juggled the two worlds for almost twenty years, but my pier is under attack from the one entity feared by gods and magicals alike. Between slinging drinks, writing the history, and trying to keep the worlds in balance, I’m discovering that the Keeper’s job has way more depth than the magicals told me. Who’s lying? Which bits are truth?
I’m at a crossroads and it’s time to make a choice. Toe the line and live, or save the world and die? Typical Tuesday.
2. Salt Shaken
It may not be nice to fool Mother Nature, but to be fair, she started it.
Once again, I’m the puny human Keeper stuck cleaning up the magical world. I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, owner of the Florida bar directly on the line between the human and magical worlds. Oddities are the norm.
The fact Poseidon spends more time sashaying his speedo clad, exceptionally fine butt around my bar than he does managing his seas doesn’t help. He’s pissed off the entire mer race, who considers murderous rampages a reasonable response. Not helpful. Plus, Gaia decided that upending the balance of the entire freaking planet is a rational solution. My job, to combine the human and magical worlds, is a teetering mess.
Let’s see, who else can jump into this mix? Hades? Perfect.
His grand scheme involves me rounding up Gaia before she blows the Earth sideways and tucking her into Tartarus to chill in the void for a few millennia. Some plan, right? My problem is, gods don’t make requests. Ludicrous? Yes. Saying no? Not an option.
Did I mention it’s Bike Week? I’m up to my cheeky shorts in bikers, booze, and shenanigans. I multitask like a boss, but this right here -- this stuff will kill me. I need a drink.
3. Speedo Down
I had a handle on things, then the dragons showed up.
On the average day, I juggle the human and magical worlds with a reasonable amount of skill. Based on the dude exhaling sparks in front of me, today isn’t most days.
I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, a one jigger juggernaut holding the line between the worlds while slinging drinks and using a symbiont book to help me parse these human, magical, and omnipotent miscreants. I’m just one woman, people. Reality much?
Dragon-human hookups are impossible, but Sparky is as real as I am. Poseidon and his ratty red speedo are MIA, and the incoming info all points to the dragons. My question is, are dragons the bad guys or are Olympians pulling my chain? Their track record kinda sucks.
The Speedo is down. Crud. Day 6,935 of the weirdest job on the planet.
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Requirements: .ePUB reader, 3.1 MB
Overview: Winnie Winkle is a fabulous Central Florida broad who swills bourbon, likes dogs and cats, and practices yoga, but not with any particular grace. Supporting live local music is a big deal to Winnie, so if, down the line, you pass a gravestone that admonishes, ‘Go see the band and hit the tip jar’, it’s probably hers. But, since she’s not dead yet, she’ll keep penning fun stuff to rock your reading chair. A 30-plus year Florida resident, Winnie splits her time between Daytona Beach Shores and the Mount Dora area. She prefers writing beach-side as much as she can because, if we’re baring our souls here, the ocean is a mighty muse and there’s only so much one can expect from coffee. Winnie writes literary fiction with speculative elements, humorous fantasy, paranormal/sci-fi romance, and grocery lists.
Genre: Fiction > Sci-Fi/Fantasy
1. Boogie Beach
Two bars, one magical and one human, lie in the exact same space. That should work. It’d better; I run those joints and we’re under attack.
I live a pretty weird life—as in gods in speedos, powerful witches with little patience for mere humans, and shifters whose vibrations make my guts quake. Plus, an oceanside bar and a magical book run my existence.
Beach life and eccentric are besties. The record picked me, Cleopatra O’Keefe, to be the next Keeper. I took over the book and started chronicling the intersection and occasional asininity of the human and magical worlds. That’s when eccentric plunked its butt on the deck next to mine and we careened into the world of funky oddities seasoned with occasional mayhem.
I’ve juggled the two worlds for almost twenty years, but my pier is under attack from the one entity feared by gods and magicals alike. Between slinging drinks, writing the history, and trying to keep the worlds in balance, I’m discovering that the Keeper’s job has way more depth than the magicals told me. Who’s lying? Which bits are truth?
I’m at a crossroads and it’s time to make a choice. Toe the line and live, or save the world and die? Typical Tuesday.
2. Salt Shaken
It may not be nice to fool Mother Nature, but to be fair, she started it.
Once again, I’m the puny human Keeper stuck cleaning up the magical world. I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, owner of the Florida bar directly on the line between the human and magical worlds. Oddities are the norm.
The fact Poseidon spends more time sashaying his speedo clad, exceptionally fine butt around my bar than he does managing his seas doesn’t help. He’s pissed off the entire mer race, who considers murderous rampages a reasonable response. Not helpful. Plus, Gaia decided that upending the balance of the entire freaking planet is a rational solution. My job, to combine the human and magical worlds, is a teetering mess.
Let’s see, who else can jump into this mix? Hades? Perfect.
His grand scheme involves me rounding up Gaia before she blows the Earth sideways and tucking her into Tartarus to chill in the void for a few millennia. Some plan, right? My problem is, gods don’t make requests. Ludicrous? Yes. Saying no? Not an option.
Did I mention it’s Bike Week? I’m up to my cheeky shorts in bikers, booze, and shenanigans. I multitask like a boss, but this right here -- this stuff will kill me. I need a drink.
3. Speedo Down
I had a handle on things, then the dragons showed up.
On the average day, I juggle the human and magical worlds with a reasonable amount of skill. Based on the dude exhaling sparks in front of me, today isn’t most days.
I’m Cleopatra O’Keefe, a one jigger juggernaut holding the line between the worlds while slinging drinks and using a symbiont book to help me parse these human, magical, and omnipotent miscreants. I’m just one woman, people. Reality much?
Dragon-human hookups are impossible, but Sparky is as real as I am. Poseidon and his ratty red speedo are MIA, and the incoming info all points to the dragons. My question is, are dragons the bad guys or are Olympians pulling my chain? Their track record kinda sucks.
The Speedo is down. Crud. Day 6,935 of the weirdest job on the planet.
Download Instructions:
https://upfiles.com/xTzU
https://rg.to/file/1aa24f3ffccf0789063c9dc09d03b166
Trouble downloading? Read This.