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Free Kindle Books – Full List at Amazon
- The full list of new free kindle books at Amazon.
Free Kindle Books – Romance
- *The Healing Tree (The Healing Trilogy) by Amy De Trempe. Price: Free. Genre: Romance, Religious, Historical. Rated 5 stars on 10 reviews. 239 pages.
- *[Repeat, Good] His Wife for a While by Donna Fasano. Price: Free. Genre: Contemporary Romance, Deceptive Plans, Unexpected Lovers. Rated 4 stars on 34 reviews. 339 kb in size, or about 165 pages.
- To Walk In The Sun (Wiggon’s School for Elegant Young Ladies) by Jane Charles. Price: $0. Genre: Historical Romance. Rated 4.5 stars on 7 reviews. 302 pages.
- A Kingdom’s Possession by Nicole J. Persun. Price: $0. Genre: Romantic Fantasy. Rated 4 stars on 17 reviews. 228 pages.
- Shadows by Jen Black. Price: $0. Genre: Romantic Suspense, Horror, Ghosts, Past and Present Passion. Rated 5 stars on 2 reviews. Perhaps 130 to 150 pages.
Free Kindle Books – Thrillers & Mysteries
- ***[Pick of the Day] Moscow Sting: A Novel (Finn) by Alex Dryden. Price: $0. Genre: Spy Story, Thriller, Harper Collins. Rated 4 stars on 45 reviews. 370 pages. Starred Review from Publishers Weekly.
- Night Flight by Donna Ball. Price: Free. Genre: Thriller, Suspense, Murder, Action. Rated 4 stars on 5 reviews. 177 pages.
- *Man of Wax (Man of Wax Trilogy) by Robert Swartwood. Price: Free. Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Suspense, Horror. Rated 4 stars on 18 reviews. 296 pages.
- *[Sleeper Pick] Race Traitor by Elisa Hategan. Price: Free. Genre: Thriller, Spy Stories & Tales of Intrigue, Unexpected, Youth. Rated 4.5 stars on 17 reviews. 433 pages.
- [Repeat] Waves of Regret by Ken Floyd. Price: Free. Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Terrorist, FBI. Rated 4.5 stars on 7 reviews. 286 pages.
- *The Bridgeman (An Emily Taylor Mystery) by Catherine Astolfo. Price: Free. Genre: Mystery, Women Sleuths, Secrets, Small Town. Rated 5 stars on 7 reviews. 319 kb in size, or about 160 pages. For some reason covers like this appeal to me – where you only see part of the killer and can look at things as he’s seeing them.
- *[Promising] The Covert Element – A James Becker Thriller (James “Beck” Becker Suspense/Thriller Series) by John L. Betcher. Price: Free. Genre: Thriller, Suspense, Military. Rated 4.5 stars on 18 reviews. 274 pages.
- When Graveyards Yawn (The Apocalypse Trilogy) by G. Wells Taylor. Price: Free. Genre: Mystery, Hard-Boiled, Science Fiction, Horror. Rated 4 stars on 12 reviews. 490 kb in size, or about 245 pages.
Free Kindle Books – Fantasy, Science Fiction & Horror
- ** [Repeat from 2011, Very Good] A Chance for Charity (The Immortal Ones – A Paranormal Romance) by S.L. Baum. Price: Free. Genre: Horror, Mythology, Family, Supernatural. Rated 4.5 stars on 45 reviews. 261 pages.
- Death’s Hand, A Dark Urban Fantasy (The Descent Series) by SM Reine. Price: Free. Genre: Dark Fantasy, Horror, Heaven & Hell. Rated 4.5 stars on 11 reviews. 398 kb in size, or about 200 pages.
- **The Storm Glass by Fred Limberg. Price: Free. Genre: Science Fiction, Adventure, Hannibal, Missouri, Revenge. Rated 5 stars on 8 reviews. 472 kb in size, or about 235 pages.
Free Kindle Books – For Children of All Ages
- **[Pick of the Day] Noah Zarc: Mammoth Trouble (Noah Zarc, #1) by D. Robert Pease. Price: $0. Genre: Children, Spaceships, Time Travel, Killer Robots, Endangered Animals. Rated 4.5 stars on 50 reviews. 321 pages.
- *Not Just For Breakfast Anymore by PV Lundgvist. Price: Free. Genre: Baseball, Sports, Pets, Children. Rated 5 stars on 6 reviews. 210 pages.
- Birds: Discover Series Picture Book for Children by Xist Publishing. Price: $0. Genre: Pictures of Birds. Rated 5 stars on 1 review.
Free Kindle Books – Various Genres (Fiction) including Adventure
Free Kindle Books – Non Fiction
- **The Secret Art of Self-Development: 16 little-known rules for eternal happiness & freedom by Karl Moore. Price: $0. Genre: Happiness, Self-Transformation. So Secret only hundreds of millions of people can access it via Amazon. Rated 5 stars on 21 reviews. 108 pages.
- The 18 Rules of Happiness: How to Be Happy by Karl Moore. Price: $0. Genre: Happiness, Non Eternal Happiness. 81 pages. Rated 4.5 stars on 22 reviews – Karl Moore is like the Karl Marx of Self Development. Also, if the 16 rules in the earlier book made us eternally happy and free – Why do we need 18 more rules?
- 50 Homemade Cookie Recipes by M. Smith and R. King. Price: $0. Genre: Cookies. Rated 4 stars on 1 review. I had this bag of soft cookies with big chunks of chocolate – and just finished it yesterday. Wish I’d left one for today.
- Make More, Worry Less: Secrets from 18 Extraordinary People Who Created a Bigger Income and a Better Life by Wes Moss. Price: $0. Genre: Make More Cookies & Worry Less, Personal Finance. 277 pages. Do you think Wes Moss is trying to compensate for his short name with that humongous title? I might be syllable deficient but what till you see my book’s title.
- Kindle Daily Deal – Barbara Gordon’s account of addiction and recovery – I’m Dancing As Fast As I Can. $0.99. Rated 4 stars on 21 reviews. 370 pages.
I swayed with the choppy green sea. The sails billowed, angry in the harsh wind. Black clouds hurried in from the horizon, bringing with them electric light. This chaos was not what I was meant for.
Two hours ago I was at my Father’s funeral, reciting a eulogy with stoic precision.
“Frederick Terwilliger Senior was a decent man,” I began, the words as cold as my hands. “On Sundays, he went to church and brought his extra haul with him to share. Every other day of the week he worked, sailing and fishing and sailing and fishing. I remember that he always smelled like a bog — like a sick man’s breath,” my voice wavered. I dropped my notes, “I remember that he took me to a flea market and bought me a fishing rod, promising that one day he would teach me how. That was six months ago. Now he’s dead and I’ll never know how to fish.”
I rushed out of the funeral home and beat pavement till I hit the dock. Panting, I untied Father’s boat and launched the vessel. Wet and salty air masked my tears.
A whale disturbed by the storm bashed my ship and sent me careening forward, nearly toppling over the boat’s edge. I steadied myself and cried aloud for mercy, knowing that prayer was my only hope for survival.
The storm did not let up. For hours it raged on, furious as I was scared. I was tossed about the whole time, fighting back seasickness and steadying myself the best that I could. Finally, I passed out on the deck.
When I awoke, the sea was calm and beautiful, magnificent and endless around me. I was lost. My first thought was that I needed to ensure my survival. I hurried to the small cabin and gathered together sixteen dinner mints, two bottles of water, and four beers.
The beers were useless. They would do nothing but dehydrate me. Still, I cracked them open and drained them one after another. After the ordeal I’d just been through, nothing could have been more appealing than a drink, except, perhaps, a cold drink.
Fairly drunk and thoroughly sedated, I emerged from the cabin a new man. I popped dinner mints while I gestured rudely at the sea, laughing at how easy it was to conquer.
“I’ve survived your terrors,” I laughed. “This is nothing!”
I slept heavily that night, brought down by the alcohol. When I took inventory of my supplies the next morning, I was disappointed to see only one bottle of water and six dinner mints left. I cursed my hangover and myself as I drank half of the remaining water.
After that, I sat. Occasionally, I adjusted the sails, but mostly, I just sat because I did not know anything about sailing.
When I was younger, my Father tried to teach me the names of the sides of a boat, but I just kept saying “Starbird” and eventually he gave up. That was mostly what my Father did: gave up. My Mom, school, his family, me, he gave up on everything; everything except for fishing and sailing.
A bird cawed above me and my stomach screamed. I shot up and scanned the sky. There above me was a pure white gull, screeching her song.
I hurried into the cabin and searched unsuccessfully for a weapon. Wildly, desperately, I grabbed a fishing rod and bolted back to the deck. I casted crazily into the air, over and over again. My mania was fueled by hunger and I would not give up. Into the night and on until late dawn, I sailed beneath the gull, casting as often as my tired hands would allow.
My Father had never made any legitimate attempts to teach me how to fish. I always figured that he thought that I couldn’t, and after this experience, I supposed he was right.
I wondered briefly if I would be more successful fishing in the sea around me than in the sky above. I cast my line into the water and waited. After a minute, maybe two, I glanced up at the bird. Then I glanced again, and again, and again. I reeled in the line and began casting into the air. After that, I did not consider fishing for fish again.
That evening, I decided that it would be safe for me to nap in intervals while I hunted the gull. I was very nearly out of both water and dinner mints and I’d been in the Sun all day. Sleep was the only way to keep my energy up.
I dreamt about catching the bird during my first two naps, but during the third, I was no longer on the boat. I was back at the small, stinky apartment that my Father and I had shared for all of my life. Sitting in the corner, twiddling his thumbs was my Father. I approached him slowly, eyeing the deep grooves of his sea-worn face.
“Dad?” I whispered. He looked up and reached a hand out toward me. “Dad!” I cried, waking myself up. The gull cawed. “Dad?” I whispered again. The gull cawed. “We need to talk,” I smiled.
That night, I did not cast my fishing rod into the sky. Instead, I spoke calmly and directly to the gull. I explained to him that it was not fair for him to expect so much from me, while offering so little in return. I yelled at him for leaving me alone when I didn’t even know how to fish or sail or anything yet. I told him all of the things that I could never say to my Father when he was alive. Whether it was because he would not listen or because I never really tried to speak to him, I do not know. All I know is that I talked to that gull until my throat was sore.
As the Sun rose that dawn, it revealed a full horizon. Trees, buildings, people, docks, all populated my vision. I screamed out loud at the sight of them and the gull cawed.