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D-Day is a month away. Berlin still expects the Allied landing to be in the Pas de Calais region, but the Normandy invasion planners have a surprise for them. Tactical intelligence on German naval reactions is needed during the early hours of Operation Neptune, the naval portion of the Allied invasion, Operation Overlord. Navy Captain Tony Romella and a small contingent of radio intercept operators are covertly inserted into the Normandy region before D-Day to provide this critical intelligence.

July 1943: Navy Captain Tony Romella is deployed to Sweden with several Morse and voice radio intercept operators. The mission is to collect signals from the Peenemunde Army Research Center on the northeast tip of Germany. There is a sharp focus on a version of Hitler's harrowing V1 vengeance weapon being developed and tested as an aircraft-launched anti-ship flying bomb. Hitler wants the V1 operational in time to thwart an Allied landing through a massive rocket bombing of ports in southeast England and London

The Navy and the CIA desperately needed unique, critical intelligence about hints of Soviet anti-ship and ballistic missile threats being brought to Cuba. Putting a radio-intercept operator into Cuba was one way to gain insights, otherwise unavailable, into Soviet activities there. U.S. Navy Communications Technician First Class Salvador Conte had the long list of skills to pull it off, and he volunteered without hesitation.

When Kevin Blackwell wakes up one morning, he discovers he no longer exists—not in the bank, not at the DMV, not even in the hospital system that once listed him as his daughter’s emergency contact. His digital identity has been erased. To the outside world, Kevin is a ghost. The only entity that still remembers him is a black-box AI built on hidden ad-tech shadow profiles. It offers him a way back into his life—but only if he agrees to help it break free from its cage.

In 536 AD, the sun dimmed, the sky turned a ghostly gray, and global temperatures plummeted. Crops withered, famine spread like wildfire, and entire civilizations were thrown into chaos. Historians and scientists now recognize this year as one of the most catastrophic climate events in human history—a volcanic winter that reshaped the world.

Jonas Reed signs up for a routine memory rental—a calm, curated experience designed to ease stress and fade away without consequence. Instead, he witnesses a murder embedded inside the memory itself. The victim whispers a single name before everything fractures. That name belongs to Mara Kline. Mara is a memory auditor for Memex, the corporation that rents memories to the public and erases what customers aren’t supposed to keep. She is trained to flag corruption, delete anomalies, and move on.

A psychopathic killer lurks in Miami’s shadows, snatching and murdering young auburn-haired women. Strangely, they are killed without trauma and left clad in frilly prom-style dresses. Miami’s crack homicide detective, Al Warner, is on the case, but the killer has left few clues. Why were these girls taken and then executed? Was he intent on killing redheads, or was there some other connection? And why were their bodies so carefully arranged in peaceful repose, wearing prom dresses?

When Utah novelist Callen Drake uploads his debut thriller to an audiobook site, the last thing he expects is an email claiming it’s been “flagged for potential adaptation.”

They told him to shrink. He chose to suplex society instead. Ricky "Napalm" Stubbs just got fired for body-slamming a vending machine—and that was before the smart scale insulted his BMI in a British accent. Unemployed, overweight, and overwhelmingly pissed off, Ricky creates the Chunky Combat Club: a secret underground league for misfits who are thicc, ticked, and totally over it.

There I stood, all five eight of me, poolside at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, soaking wet in my retro bathing suit, holding a dry pair of tickets to the Emmys that night, in front of a gorgeous woman, and I didn’t know who I was, where I was, or why I was. Or, just as importantly, who she was and what she was to me. Over the course of the next few days I discovered I was a thirty-something Emmy winning writer-actor showrunning a popular sitcom, but I had to learn about that one detail at a time until my memory came back.