Men In Uniform

Eric Gober

Description

Like your boys in blue keeping the... peace? Hot firemen dealing with... heat?Naval Officers getting in way too... deep? Perhaps you have a 'thing' for marines...Or do you prefer your Men In Uniform to belong in the future?Another galaxy?Another time? Wherever your love of a uniform leads you, MEN IN UNIFORM has something for you.STORIES INCLUDEDISSUE NO. 1 ERIC GOBERCome to a land...Where epic battles rage...Among monsters, superheroes, and a very sexy cop.Love and war are funny business in Hollywood, U.S.A.THE PINKERTON MAN CJ BATYA blackmailer forced Stiles to leave his perfect life behind.Along the way, he found a new friend, a job as a Pinkerton Agent, and murder.Can Stiles find the murderer before he kills again? MISSION: PROTECT THE EXALINA POPESCUSean never thought his military career would ever have him babysitting his ex who Sean hasn't seen in six months.When best friend Tom finds out his younger brother Aiden is targeted, Sean drops everything to protect the man he still loves.Can two former lovers survive a weekend alone in the woods, or will the threat from within be more devastating than the one from outside?A SPARK IN THE SHADOWSKASSANDRA LEALove beckons Officer Warden Brooks to the shadows of a desolate place. But his lover Tate Eldridge is so much more than a criminal, he's a beautiful mystery.HIS HEART HELD HOSTAGE ASTA IDONEAWhen his father loses the battle against Hrafnaheim, Prince Darius finds himself a political prisoner.Taken in chains to a dark and unfamiliar land, he begins to lose hope. But then Captain Morten Gunnarsson of the Palace Guards is assigned to watch over him. Now it is not just Darius' body being held hostage, but also his heart.THE EMPEROR'S SLAVEEDDY LEFEYWhen the Draaduuri arrived on Earth many humans died.Captain Timothy Kellerman's family was among themNow, a truce has been struck. He is the prize.Crown Prince Yuuhaan has instantly bonded with his slave.Can the prince keep his baser instincts in check long enough for Timothy to transform?To become the next great hope of the Draaduuri and the human race?YES! YES! YES!LILY VELDENGo to Portsmouth, said my friends. It's quieter. You'll be able to write without distraction.They obviously hadn't met my mysterious and elusive neighbor, Finn....After all, what would a Friday night be without hearing Moaner, Gusher, or Squeaker screaming out their joy at being shagged senseless by the obviously talented Finn?Come to think of it, what would a Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday night be without it either?Thank God for Mondays!THE FIREFIGHTER AND THE MARINE JIM DUNAWAYApartment building fires are always tragic, even if everyone makes it out alive. But what happens when a person can't make it out on their own? Brave firefighters must risk their lives in order to rescue trapped people. Lieutenant Kenny Whitfield is one such firefighter. Brave and somewhat reckless. Lance Corporal Steve Martinson is one such person in need. When Kenny and Steve meet face to face in the hospital, well...BLUE KNIGHT CAROL PEDROSOFranc has resigned himself to yet another year of pain and humiliation in order to complete his on ship training. Then along comes Zyph, with his sexy blue skin and probing questions...Will he be Franc's Blue Knight?THE ROYAL GUARDIAN JO TANNAHWarrior and Dragon Seek to Destroy Those Who Had Dared Harm Their Prince.

Sujets

• Science fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Wayward Ink Publishing
• Date de parution: 18 décembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781925222722
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Published by
Wayward Ink Publishing
Unit 1, No. 8 Union Street
Tighes Hill NSW 2297
Australia
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Issue No. 1 Copyright 2015 by Eric Gober
The Pinkerton Man 2015 by C.J. Baty
Mission: Protect The Ex Copyright 2015 by Alina Popescu
A Spark In The Shadows Copyright 2015 by Kassandra Lea
His Heart Held Hostage Copyright 2015 by Asta Idonea
The Emperor s Slave Copyright 2015 by Eddy LeFey
Yes! Yes! Yes! Copyright 2015 by Lily Velden
The Firefighter And The Marine Copyright 2015 by Jim Dunaway
Blue Knight Copyright 2015 by Carol Pedroso
Royal Guardian Copyright 2015 by Jo Tannah
Cover Art by: Adrian Rafail
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eBook ISBN: 978-1-925222-72-2
Contents
Issue No. 1
The Pinkerton Man
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Mission: Protect The Ex
A Spark In The Shadows
His Heart Held Hostage
The Emperor s Slave
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The Firefighter And The Marine
Blue Knight
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Royal Guardian
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
OTHER WAYWARD INK PUBLISHING ANTHOLOGIES
AS THE TRAIN screeched to a halt, I adjusted my leather gloves and belt, and picked up my shield. I was ready to conquer the hordes milling about the Walk of Fame, taking photos with their Androids and iPhones. A new Avengers movie opened last night. So today, no star-struck tourist would be able to resist me, Hollywood Boulevard s very own Captain America. Even cheapo backpackers would turn loose of a buck to post a picture with me on Instagram. But I was hoping for the mother lode. I bowed my head and mumbled a prayer to the tour-bus gods. O Deities of slow pokes and looky-loos! Causers of traffic jams! Raisers of middle fingers in frustrated motorists! Please send a shiny, deluxe motor coach full of wealthy Japanese sightseers to the Chinese Theater! For they will surely tip me enough to pay next month s rent! Amen.
The doors slid open, and I couldn t resist stealing a page from Spiderman s comic book. I sprang from the car and leaped to the platform like Nureyev in Romeo and Juliet . No one paid any attention. It took more than a grand jet and colorful uniform to turn heads in the bowels of this city. LA s jaded subway riders had already endured everything. From sharing escalator handrails with health-conscious rats that used them as treadmills. To standing cheek-to-cheek with Pasadenans in their undies on No Pants Metro Ride Day. No matter. Visitors on the boulevard would show me some love. I could hardly wait to greet them and their money.
I skirted a street musician lugging bongos and another toting an accordion. Big rivals, those two. Territorial too. No superhero in his right mind worked the sidewalk between them, even if it was overflowing with vacationers. They d pound and squeeze and drum and wheeze until he fled. Or went deaf or crazy. To their credit, they were kinder and gentler to superheroines eardrums.
I pushed through the turnstiles and rode crowded escalators toward a rectangle of blue sky above, extra careful not to touch the handrails.
Soon as I stepped onto Hollywood Boulevard, I sensed trouble brewing. A crowd had gathered on its famed sidewalks, but no one was admiring the lovely pink stars. Instead, everyone had a phone aimed at the street. Even teens had stopped texting and were video recording. On this street corner, that could mean only one thing. Mayhem was about to unfold. Damn, I wished I had Superman s x-ray vision. I d be able to look through those three hot hunks in Oakland Raiders jerseys and see what was happening. No matter. I d simply have to investigate the Captain America way.
I ran into the crowd. As I darted around spectators, careful not to bump their cameras with my shield, perpetrators in the street began yelling.
We posed, so you owe us!
Five bucks each!
Or we ll smash your phone!
Uh oh, sounded like a few of the Hollywood Brigade were up to no good. Who though? Hello Kitty was still in jail. That troublemaker, SpongeBob, quit coming around months ago after two badass women beat the SquarePants off him. And Mr. Incredible was barred from the boulevard for a whole year. The jerk body slammed Batgirl. Claimed she was working his turf. As if. There s not a blade of grass anywhere near Madame Tussauds. I wasn t there that day, but luckily Chewbacca, Freddy Krueger, and Where s Waldo saw the assault and jumped to her defense.
Don t break my phone, a woman begged.
Then pay up!
I hurried, nudging my way past parents watching the fracas with their preschoolers. When I stepped into the street, I discovered a poor woman pleading with a trio of overgrown Muppets.
Please give it back to me, Elmo. I don t have any cash.
I might not be quite as high minded as the real Captain America, but we did share a common trait. We both despised bullies.
Hey, you thugs! I yelled. Give her the phone!
Elmo flat-out ignored me, and Big Bird was busy flipping off honkers in the traffic jam they d caused. Cookie Monster, however, turned his big furry blue head my way. He fixed his googly eyes on the A etched into my helmet. Butt out, Captain A-hole, or I ll tear you and your girly jumpsuit to pieces.
That did it. No crumby monster was getting away with insulting the uniform. I d show those Muppets how a rescue was done.
I flung my shield like a Frisbee. Elmo scrambled, but my aim was too good. It grazed his furry red leg like a circular-saw blade.
Ouch! he yelped.
I charged him as he rubbed his shin.
Watch out! Big Bird squawked.
Too late. I plucked the phone from Elmo s paw and handed it to the woman. There you go, ma am.
Omigod, look out! she cried.
I spun around.
A furry blue fist was headed straight for my temple. Pow! I hit the asphalt so hard I saw stars brighter than Bradley Cooper and Meryl Streep. The monster pounced, and all my defenses crumbled like a snickerdoodle. I swatted his cockeyed peepers as YouTubers, Facebookers, and Tumblr bloggers closed in with their cameras, but it was no use. The whole world was about to see Sesame Street s macaroon-munching, blue shag rug coldcock Hollywood Boulevard s feeblest crime fighter.
I WOKE TO the sound of bongos, and an accordion bellowing Weird Al s My Bologna . I was heaped on the ground like pastrami on pumpernickel. The whole world was a blur until I raised my head. Then my temples throbbed, and everything came into focus. Tourists in shorts and T-shirts, superheroes in colorful spandex, and cartoon characters with enormous heads had encircled me. A scruffy guy strapped to a backpack attached his iPhone to a selfie stick. He grinned and snapped a picture of himself towering over me.
Thanks, Cap, you just paid for my entire vacation. I Instagrammed the whole fight, and TMZ bought the photos. If you wanna check out the blow by blow, follow me. Username s BackpackerNYC.
He tossed me a dollar and disappeared. I groaned as I sat up to retrieve it. I was baffled as to why the Cat in the Hat snickered and Snoopy howled with laughter until Tinkerbell pointed her wand at the sidewalk. Damn it. The jokers who d dragged me off the street had deposited me comatose atop the Muppet leader s star. I was straddling golden letters spelling KERMIT THE FROG .
Cap s awake, officer! Snow White cried.
Uh oh, the LAPD, America s baddest badasses. No one was faster than their speeding bullets. Or able to bend their reinforced steel cuffs with bare hands. They tolerated no nonsense from superheroes or Toontown denizens. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, and Yosemite Sam had all been herded off Hollywood Boulevard, absolutely powerless in the force s Kryptonite shackles. I was certain I was next. They were going to haul me down to the station, where they d snap pictures while I posed, and I wouldn t get paid a dime. My poor kisser was going to end up in their humiliating comic book of superhero mug shots. Alphabetically speaking, I d occupy the panel between Bizarro and Doctor Strange. That sucked. I wanted to be sandwiched between superherodom s hottest blonds.
Aquaman and Flash Gordon, I muttered.
Oh, poor Cap! Snow White lamented. You re not thinking straight!
Move along, folks.
Whoa, who belonged to that sexy voice? I looked over my shoulder as the crowd around me dispersed. Beyond the batty bongo player, I beheld the most fetching man ever to wear LAPD s midnight blue. He filled out that stretch-nylon uniform better than Magic Mike could have, his badge gleamed like an Oscar caught in a 20 th Century Fox searchlight, and the holstered gun barrel resting stiff on his thigh was much longer than Dirty Harry s. I eyed the piece cautiously. His chamber was fully loaded and ready to fire, I presumed.
He knelt and gently placed a hand on my uniform. How are you feeling, buddy?
I glanced at his golden nametag. A little foolish, Officer Buck. TMZ s about to tell the world I got my butt kicked by Cookie Monster.
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