Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature.
Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood. He also has a passion for caving, urban archeology, taking pictures of clouds, and architecture. He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their four dogs.
Beware the woman who does not exist, yet is everywhere. Paymaster Stenstrom and his Countess-in-Waiting, Lady Gwendolyn of Prentiss, are paid a bounty of riches to perform a simple task, and then everything changes. The weight of the Universe comes down upon them. Paymaster Stenstrom learns he is in the gaze of the destroyer of universes, the Shadow tech Goddess, and also that he is in a race with sinister forces hoping to curry her favor and bring about the end of all things. It is a race he and Gwendolyn must win. They will investigate ancient places hidden in plain sight and travel to long lost worlds unseen in ages. They will feel fear such as they have never known and walk in a Garden of Horrors where all is revealed and Stenstrom comes to know the truth of his place in the universe. The Shadow tech Goddess silently watches the doings from her throne in the Hall of Mirrors, seeing all, collecting information, and her verdict might finally be cast one way or the other.
“The knob, Bel, the knob! Did you turn it?”
Through the dull, fear-clouded passes of his mind he recalled the Anatameter and its innocuous little knob. “Yes…”
“How many times?”
His mind was numb. “One, I think …”
The woman shrieked and shook him. “EIGHT TIMES, BEL!!! EIGHT TIMES, NOT ONE!!!”
–The Woman with the Gun to Paymaster Stenstrom in the Ruins of Clovis
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When Monique isn’t writing, you can find her playing taxi driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the “Mamarazzi” at any number of child-oriented events.
Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children, twelve grand-darlings, too many cats, and many real and imaginary friends. She is the author of several books in three series and hopes to write many more.
When her dad confiscates her deceased mom’s journals, 12-year-old Ginnie West counts on her BFF, Tillie, to help her get them back. But Tillie’s not so sure the ghost of Ginnie’s mom will make a good addition to their new family tree.
Then the girls’ world gets flipped upside-down when a blast from the past shows up and makes Tillie go nutburgers. Life gets complicated when Ginnie is forced to choose between helping her best friend and getting the answers she’s always dreamed of.
What reviewers are saying about this book:
*Like Anne of “Anne of Green Gables,” Ginnie is a character you can’t help but love.
*I couldn’t put these books down. I was not only entertained, but inspired.
*Bucheger does an amazing job of writing this story but without giving a cookie cutter answer to the problems Ginnie faces.
Mama?” Ginnie repeated, shaking her head like an
Etch-A-Sketch, trying to make sense of what she was
The woman’s hand flflew to her mouth. “Oh, honey, no! I’m so
She reached a hand to Ginnie’s shoulder.
Ginnie stiffffened, certain the hand would go straight through her
like sunlight. You can’t feel ghosts, right?
Instead, the hand pulled her closer. The woman’s other arm
slipped around her shoulders and squeezed Ginnie into a bear hug.
She started to resist, then recognized the flfloral scent of her mother’s
The arms released her.
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry! I didn't think about that … I mean … I’m
sorry. I'm not your mama.”
Feeling like she’d just stepped offff the Tilt-A-Whirl at the fair,
Ginnie lurched to the side.
The woman wiped her eyes.
Ginnie tried to make sense of her words.
“I'm your aunt … Aunt Roni.”