Bingeworthy: Havok Season Three

by Teddi Deppner

Genres: Fantasy Anthologies & Collections; Sci-fi Anthologies & Collections

Synopsis

DEEP ENOUGH TO SAVOR, GOOD ENOUGH TO BINGE

If you could choose from a thousand worlds to visit through one door, which would it be? The dystopian future where peanut butter is illegal? The alien invasion where beer saves the day? The dry flats of open plain where creatures hunt humans for their salty flesh?

Enter the forest of fear with a mother seeking to save her infant son. Launch weaponized pineapples and fire grape gatlings during the foodpocalypse. Destroy the Earth with a single flower. Try to hide your cyborg superpowers during a blind date. Protect innocent lives by sacrificing the legacy of generations of librarians.

Forty-six Bingeworthy tales written for fans of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, thriller, and comedy, this collection of bite-sized brilliance is designed to keep you turning pages long past your bedtime.

READER REACTIONS:

"This gave me a good laugh on a rough morning. I love the relationship dynamics. And that twist ending...!" ~ Rae Graham, about "The Art of Taming a Dragon"

"I cannot believe the emotions I’m feeling. The longing, the desire to recapture the adventure. This was a great story." ~ Kathryn D., about "A Far-Off Place"

"I finished reading this and shook my head, laughing… and then laughed some more." ~ Zachary A. Holbrook, about "Some Assembly Required"

Release date: September 18, 2020

Publisher: Havok Publishing, LLC

Print pages: 206

Sample

"Sexiest Man In Space"
by Teddi Deppner

 

“Peter Johnson, sexiest man in space, and he’s going to be stuck planetside for the next six months because he won’t flirt with a love-starved clerk.” The monotone buzz of KT’s vocal processor matched her droll taunt.

Pete scowled at the four-legged bot next to him, thankful the spaceport customs clerk was in another room, out of earshot of her incorrigible commentary. The office was quiet, the barebones spaceport nearly deserted either because it was pre-dawn or because nobody ever visited this god-forsaken colony.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“What? Peter Johnson? It’s your name. And really, the name says it all...”