Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sunrise Destiny is FREE this weekend!

This weekend only (until Sunday midnight Pacific Daylight Time) Sunrise Destiny is FREE for the first time ever!

My paranormal/detective/alien-abduction sci-fi thriller is receiving rave reviews:

“A fun refreshing twist on a standard science fiction theme-- A fun read, I highly recommend it.”—Kindle Customer

Interesting integration of SciFi with some detective story thrown in. Good book.”—Dropzone

“I added Mark Terence Chapman to my auto-buy list; and that was just 80-some pages into the book. … Mark Chapman's narrative was strong and wonderfully detailed, without overdoing it…. Sunrise Destiny was a wonderful surprise and a story that will definitely be a re-read.”— Kathy for Dark Divas Reviews; Rating: 5 Delightful Divas (their highest rating)

“A very enjoyable and imaginative read - combines gritty private eye and mob characters with unusual aliens and crime. Hope to see a sequel.”—Mike Nichols

“Fast, Funny and Furious. One of the most enjoyable books I have ever read!”—D Sable

“Oh no- it`s over! A story that never lets up and keeps you up past bedtime. Great story line and writing style. Sure hope Chapman has more where this came from!---Amazon Customer

Five Stars. Great read I liked it a lot.” —Louis T. Fischer

Thoroughly enjoyed this. A different slant to a Space Opera fantasy/sci-fi.”—WL Hatfield

[W]hat an unusually different story […]enjoyed it very much.”—Amazon Customerhardcore sick

This has to be the most entertaining book I’ve read this month; I absolutely loved it! [T]his book could fit into a number of different genres very well, and I think the cross genre elements are what really make the story work. … The world building is extraordinary and really pulls the story together. I know this is one book I’ll be reading over and over. I cannot say enough good things about this book, and I encourage everyone to go out and get a copy today; it is well worth the money spent!”—Regina for Coffee Time Romance & More; Rating: 5 Cups (their highest rating)

“This book was fun! … Perhaps the best part of this story is that characters are not spared the tragedy of the path they walk. Hard choices are made on all sides and many commit acts that they morally object to in order to survive. … I highly recommend this book. It’s fun and exciting, without losing [sight] of the characters’ mortality.”—Janelle for You Gotta Read Reviews; Rating: You Gotta Read ("Our highest rating - very few books will earn this award")

Ever have one of those weeks? While working a case, private detective Donatello Sunrise is abducted by aliens. And that’s the highlight of his week. Soon, the cops are after him for serial kidnappings, a Mob boss wants him dead, and he's fleeing aliens halfway across the galaxy. Somehow, Sunrise and his hooker girlfriend, Lola, must find a way to save two worlds from disaster by helping the good guys defeat the bad guys.

The trick is figuring out which is which.

Sunrise Destiny is available on Amazon in 13 countries: To find out more about my books, go to my blog at or my website:
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Aliens Versus Zombies! Coming to a bookstore near you soon (I hope).

Sometimes I drive myself crazy. There I was, making slow but steady progress on Mooncrash: The Fall of Mankind. I was about two-thirds done when I suddenly got a cool idea for a another sci-fi novel. What if, during the zombie apocalypse, aliens invaded? It was just weird enough to be intriguing. So I started writing down ideas. I wanted my zombies to be different from the typical shambling brain-eating creatures you always see.

Undead zombies don't make any sense biologically. If they're dead, their hearts can't pump blood to their stomachs, which means they can't digest the food they eat, and therefore they cant provide energy for their muscles to work. So how do they keep moving around even after not eating for months? The only answer is magic, and I don't do magic in sci-fi.

So I decided to have my Zoms (because they're really only half zombie) be people who survived the plague that killed off most of humanity. But they survived with severe brain damage (from high fever) to their higher brain functions. They're alive, with a beating heart and everything else working but their brains, but they're not really human; more like feral animals, who chase and eat anything with a heartbeat, not just humans. This adds a lot to the story. They're just as apt to eat the aliens as they are humans or snakes or cows. Plus, because the Zoms suffer differing degrees of brain damage, a few have a bit of intelligence left to them; just enough to relearn how to use simple tools or weapons. This makes them even more dangerous.

Their living human physiology also offers various other possibilities that I won't go into here. (Spoilers!)

And while you might think the aliens would have an easy time of it, with no governments or military to oppose them--only mindless savages and a few immune humans---it doesn't turn out that way.

Suffice it to say that I was so excited by this project I put Mooncrash on hold while I started work on AVZ. I figured I'd get a few thousand words into it to get it out of my system, then go back to Mooncrash until it was done, and only then return to AVZ.

It hasn't turned out that way. Even with limited time for writing the past couple of weeks, I've been racing through the book. Over 20,000 words in just over 16 days, and the ideas keep bubbling to the top of my brain. (Apparently I'm not a Zom, then.) I'm having a hard time keeping up with the ideas. I love it! Usually my writing is slow and methodical. Lots of research (into space elevators, orbital mechanics, how nuclear fission works, the names of lunar craters, and so on) slow down the writing process. But this project requires very little research (so far at least). I think the only thing I've had to look up is how hemorrhagic fever works.

If I keep going at this rate, I should have a finished novel available on Amazon by late July or early August. No promises, but everything looks good so far.

Keep an eye open for further developments on Aliens Versus Zombies! and Mooncrash: The Fall of Mankind. After the huge success of My Other Car is a Spaceship, I see great things in the future for this sci-fi thriller.

If things keep going at this rate, I'll commission a cover for it in the next month or so. You'll see it first here. :)

Friday, March 13, 2015

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It was supposed to be a routine mission, but in an asteroid belt nothing is routine.

When prospecting ship Shamu is almost destroyed, the crew of five is left with three days of air, little water, a smashed starflight drive, and no hope of rescue. It will take every ounce of ingenuity and stubborn pigheadedness they possess to find a way to survive.

In the shadows of a small moon, there's a discovery waiting to be made--the secret to first contact. Will it open the stars to widespread exploration, or doom mankind to extinction?

Despite being part of a series, my sci-fi thriller, THE TESSERENE IMPERATIVE (Book Two of The Imperative Chronicles), is a stand-alone story. (You don't necessarily have to read Book One (The Mars Imperative)—but, of course, you’ll want to!) It’s available on Amazon in 13 countries:

To find out more about my books, go to my blog at or my website:

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Last chance to get The Mars Imperative for only $1.99!

Until 3 AM (EDT) Friday Mar 13, get this 4.3-star rated sci-fi thriller for a mere $1.99 (then it
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Just as Dr. Shallitt turned toward the door, Tennant heard a distant pop! A second later the building shook slightly. What the hell?

Two seconds later there was a louder bang, and then a whole series of explosions nearby. The ninth threw them both to the floor.

Before Tennant could rise, another explosion rocked the building. The far wall disintegrated, sending shrapnel in every direction. Beakers and test tubes shattered, contributing to the flying debris. Shards of something sharp struck Tennant in the face and shoulders, causing him to duck, but he couldn’t spare the time to check the damage. Most of the blast passed over his head, shattering cabinets and toppling heavy equipment. Bottles full of noxious chemicals crashed to the floor, while various bits of debris rained down from what was left of the lab. Black smoke filled the room and mingled with chemical fumes. Flames licked at the far wall.

Jesus. If we’d still been standing when that last explosion occurred….
“We’ve got to get out of here!” Tennant yelled. At least, he thought he yelled. Deafened from the explosions, he couldn’t be sure any sounds actually issued from his mouth. He choked on the bitter, sticky smoke and his eyes burned.

Tom must be in the same condition. He grabbed his friend’s arm and half-dragged the dazed man to the still-intact door.

Thank heaven for small favors. At least we’re not trapped in here. He grabbed the doorknob and instantly yanked his hand back to suck his fingers.

Damn that’s hot! So much for not being trapped. Now what do we do?

He looked at the ruin that was once the far wall of the lab. There’s not much fire that way, as far as I can see. The explosion must have blown most of it out. But it probably consumed most of the oxygen, too. So how do we get out of here?

Something trickled into his left eye, turning his vision rosy. He used his sleeve to wipe at the wetness on his forehead and cheek. The sleeve came away smeared with crimson. I can’t worry about that now.

Tennant cast about for anything that might help. It was hard to see much through the thick curtain of smoke, but there seemed little that hadn’t been smashed by the explosion.

Wait! Over there—an O2 bottle small enough to carry. Now if I can just find…. He hurriedly rummaged through several drawers and cabinets until he found the oxygen masks he was looking for.

“C’mon doc. It’s time to go.” He put one mask over his own mouth and nose and a second over the still-stunned Dr. Shallitt’s, then pulled him toward the hole in the wall.

I’ve got no way to regulate the high pressure coming out of the tank, so we can’t breathe it directly. I’ll have to improvise.

He held the tank nozzle up under his mask, and turned the knob for a moment. A jet of pure oxygen filled the mask. That’ll only last a couple of breaths, but it’ll have to do.

He did the same for his friend. Then they headed through the hole. The room beyond was in even worse shape than the one they had just left. Hardly anything remained intact, but at least it wasn’t on fire, and it led to yet another room. We may be able to get out this way, as long as we don’t run into any more fire.

At least the explosions have stopped. What the hell happened?

No time to think about that now! There’ll be plenty of time later.

He took another O2 shot from the tank, and gave one to Dr. Shallitt. One step at a time; one room at a time.

* * * *

Jardin listened to the madness erupting over the radio. It was a symphony to his ears.

He had used this same technique to his benefit several times before. Blow something up to show the people in charge that they were vulnerable, and then follow up with a pointed reminder of the benefits of cooperation. It worked every time.

“Jason! In here. I found another survivor.”

“Coming, Felix. I—”

“Look out! The roof’s collapsing! We—”

“…fire’s not out yet in—”

“…can’t see through the smo—”

There was so much radio traffic that the voices talked over one another, making the radios nearly useless.

Jardin smiled through it all.

What do you think of that, smart guy?

His face smiled, but his dark eyes were cold, dead, unyielding; twin lumps of coal that were impervious to fire.

* * * *

* * * *

Lee Tennant and Tom Shallitt emerged from the wreckage of the lab in the hellhole that used to be Mars Mining and Refining Site 23. Every single major office building and storage facility was destroyed or severely damaged. Fires still raged in some corners. Smoke filled the air everywhere. The emergency crews were doing their best, but many of them had been killed or injured along with the rest.

It was too soon to take toll of the casualties, but Tennant knew they’d be high. Parts of the site had lost air containment and were exposed to the Martian atmosphere, which was incapable of sustaining human life.

Anyone trapped in one of those sections was surely dead, if not from explosion or fire, then from asphyxiation. Fortunately the airtight bulkhead doors had worked as designed to automatically seal off the affected areas, otherwise no one would have survived.

The one small consolation was that at least the atmosphere in those sections was incapable of sustaining fire. That meant the structures not demolished by the initial blasts wouldn’t burn to the ground. They could be repaired.

Tennant helped Dr. Shallitt to the makeshift infirmary to get their superficial wounds patched up. Medical personnel were doing their best to help the injured and dying, however some of their number were among the casualties as well. They did what they could.

Tennant shambled back to his office to try to coordinate the rescue and relief efforts and figure out what he could do to lessen the magnitude of the disaster. He needn’t have bothered returning. He arrived to find the same sort of devastation that he’d encountered all along the route back. The corridor wall of his outer office was gone, reduced to splinters. Clearly, one of the explosives had gone off just outside the office.

Shards from Bella’s desk were embedded in the wall separating the outer office from Tennant’s inner one. One of the shards pinned a few strands of bloody blonde hair to the wall. Tennant forced himself to look beyond the large bloodstain on the floor and sidle past most of Bella’s body. Tennant avoided dwelling on the other stains on the floor and walls.

He shook his head in shock, eyes glazing over—too numb from what he had already seen to react more. I’m so sorry, Bella. You were only two years older than my daughter. His eyes misted and he brusquely swiped at them with his tunic sleeve.

I don’t have time to grieve for you right now. I’m sorry, but it’ll have to wait until this is all over and I can do it right. You deserve that much.

He walked through the doorway to his office. The door had been blown off its hinges and now leaned against his desk. Wall hangings and knickknacks were smashed, with bits strewn about the room. The door of a cabinet was blown in.

He walked to the credenza next to the office sofa and pulled out a light blue blanket from within. With heavy heart, he carried it back to where Bella lay and covered her with it. Within seconds, parts of the blanket turned purplish-red.

Tennant swallowed hard and turned back to his office. A corner of his cream-colored desk was charred black.

If I had been here instead of in Tom’s lab….

It was just one more shock on top of too many others that day. The significance of that thought hadn’t really registered yet.

Oddly, his desk chair seemed to be the only thing in the room untouched by the carnage. Tennant spun it around and was about to sit when he spied something on the seat.

He picked it up; it was a small square of plastifilm. He turned it over to find two words printed on the underside in block letters: PLAY BALL! It flashed into flame and disappeared. Tennant shook his fingers in pain for the second time that day.


The fire that seared his soul in that moment rendered anything that had wracked Site 23 trivial by comparison.

He did all this for money? He traded the lives of so many good and innocent people for money?

Lee Tennant’s eyes blazed with the white-hot flame of vengeance. So, you want to make this personal, do you? Very well. It’s personal.

I won’t rest until you pay with your life, you bastard. You’re going to die at my hand if it’s the last thing I ever do. Slowly and painfully. Very slowly. And very painfully.

My sci-fi thriller, THE MARS IMPERATIVE (Book One of The Imperative Chronicles) is available on Amazon in 13 countries: To find out more about my books, go to my website:
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Monday, March 2, 2015

Excerpt from my upcoming novel, Mooncrash: The Fall of Man

I'm about 2/3 finished with the first draft, so every word below is subject to change, but here are the opening scenes from the book so far. If everything goes as planned, it should be out in a few months. What do you think of it?

I'm having a cover made for the book. In the meantime, here's a cool image that pretty much sums up the first few chapters.


In 2086 we’re just beginning to expand into our solar system; only a few research sites exist on Luna and Mars. Then a billion-ton extra-solar moon is spotted hurtling toward Earth. There is no hope of saving civilization on the planet, only surviving elsewhere. With but 13 days in which to equip and evacuate as many people as possible to the small moon bases, the race is on to ship enough of everything to avoid extinction. In the end, a few daring evacuees must also stop a war on Luna that would kill man’s last hope for survival.


In the far-off reaches of space, two planets collided.

The colossal forces involved equaled that of several billion hydrogen bombs. The two planets tore one another apart, shattering continents and hurling city-sized chunks of crust and mantle in every direction. One such chunk struck the tiny third moon of the larger planet, pulverizing a quarter of the moon and sending the remainder, split into two large pieces, spinning off into space in different directions, as if in a cosmic game of billiards.

The larger piece of moon raced through the darkness for years without end, crossing the interstellar void. Transit through a solar system altered its course several times. Gravitational forces caused it to whip around planets and suns and increased its speed immensely. Two more such transits followed, millions of years apart.

Untold eons later, nearing the end of its epic journey, it skipped through the Oort Cloud of an insignificant star system near the outskirts of the Milky Way galaxy. A glancing blow with a huge frozen ball of methane did no real damage to the moon, merely breaking off a small mountaintop, but nudged it into a slightly different trajectory. Next, it pierced the heliopause. The solar wind streaming outward worked to slow the moon’s speed slightly and changed its path minutely. A near miss by a massive ice object, as the moon streaked through the Kuiper Belt, tweaked its course by a hair in another direction.

The seductive siren’s call of the sun’s gravity drew the moon in. It picked up speed again, little by little and subtly altered its trajectory—a fraction of a degree at first, but eventually several degrees sunward. The moon, which before would have passed through the solar system unnoticed, now would never leave.

It had found a home.


October 27, 2086 6:11 a.m. Pacific Standard Time (PST); 2:11 p.m. Greenwich Mean Time (GMT); approaching Edwards Air Force Base, California.

“Edwards Control, this is Athena, altitude 50,000 feet, requesting landing clearance.”

“Good morning, Athena. We have you on radar. You’re cleared to land on runway Two-Two Left.”

“Morning, Jeff. Roger that. Two-Two Left it is.”

Marty Torrance clicked off his mic and turned to his copilot. “Right on time, looks like. Whaddaya say we get some breakfast when we’re done here?”

Stefi Woodruff nodded. “Sounds good. But what about Marie?”

“She won’t be up for hours. If I go straight home, I’ll just wake her up. And you know how grumpy she gets when she doesn’t get her beauty sleep.”

Stefi chuckled. “Too true.”

Marty toggled the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, please secure your belongings and take your seats. We’re about to begin our final descent. We have clear skies ahead, so turbulence should be minor; but buckle up, just in case. We’ll be pulling up to the gate in approximately twenty-three minutes. Thank you.”

He toggled off the intercom and wished he could scratch his nose through the faceplate of his helmet. Two minutes later, he pushed the yoke forward slightly and the hyperplane dipped its nose toward the ground.

* * * 

October 27, 2086 8:26 a.m. PST; Mt. Palomar, California.

“Doctor, we have a problem.”

“Eh? What’s that? Trouble with the interferometer again?” Robert Rosselli looked up at his research assistant over half-moon reading glasses. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if her best friend had just died. “Are you all right?”

Maria Lundquist shook her head. “It-it’s not me.” A few golden strands had escaped her severe bun and floated beside her left ear. “I-I’d rather you see for yourself.”

“Can it wait?” He held up a sheaf of papers. “I have to finish the budget request—”

“No, sir. It can’t.”

Rosselli sighed and removed his glasses. “Very well. Lead on.” He slid the folded readers into his shirt pocket and stood.

Lundquist led him around the curve of Palomar Observatory to her office. She handed him several photos and a stack of printouts.

“What am I looking at?” Fumbling for his readers, he sat on the corner of her desk.

“This photo was taken at 10:03 last night. The software logged the object’s location—just another Near Earth Object. The next photo was taken an hour later. As usual, the software logged its new position and calculated speed and trajectory. It triggered an email alert because the probability of impact with Earth was calculated to be twelve percent. The alert was sent to me. I saw it when I came in this morning.”

“So? Plenty of NEOs trigger alerts at first, until later observations refine the trajectory.” Noting the tremble of her pointing finger, he asked, “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine, doctor. Listen to me. The next photo, at 12:03, raised the probability to thirty-one percent. By the time I checked my email at eight this morning the equipment had taken seven more exposures and further refined the trajectory. The probability of Earth impact had increased to seventy-four percent.”

Rosselli’s eyes went wide. “Seventy-four? Is that what’s got you spooked?”

She nodded.

“How big is this thing?”


Rosselli’s olive skin paled. He ran a hand through his hair. “How far out is it?”

“Less than thirteen days.”

“Jesus! How come we didn’t spot it sooner?”

Lundquist shrugged. “Its albedo is extremely low. It’s nearly pitch black and coming in from above the plane of the ecliptic. We’re lucky we spotted it at all.”

“Extrasolar, then. I’d better notify the President that we have a potential Code Black.”

Lundquist nodded. “B-but you can remove the word ‘potential.’ While I was reading my email, the alert came in for the 8:03 photo.” She swallowed and pointed to the latest printout. “Th-the software now pegs the probability of impact at 98.73 percent.”

* * * 

October 27, 2086 4:02 p.m. EST; Washington, D.C.: Twelve days thirteen hours until impact.
“Gentlemen, please be seated.”

Arrayed around the table before Miranda Rodriguez sat the Joint Chiefs, the President’s Science Advisor, National Security Advisor, Chief of Staff, and various other trusted staff members and assistants.

“Vice President McNamara is en route from the WHO summit in Brisbane. He’s joining us from Air Force 2. Good morning, Andrew. Sorry to wake you.”

The image of the youthful, wavy-haired veep nodded. “Good afternoon, Miranda.”

“Before we begin, does anyone have anything new to bring to the table?”

Stony silence met her words.

“Very well.” She nodded in the direction of her Science Advisor. “Many of you already know why we’re here, but for those who don’t, Jonathan will fill us in. Jonathan?”

“Thank you, Madam President.” Jonathan Clauswicz, a tall, distinguished, middle-aged man with slightly stooped shoulders and thinning brown hair, stood and swept the room with his eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen, I won’t beat around the bush. We’re about to be hit by a meteor—a big one.” He pressed the remote and the large viewscreen at the far end of the room lit up with a single image. “This one.”

The still frame seemed to show nothing at first. Then Clauswicz zoomed in on the upper-right quadrant of the image. The object was dark, barely visible against the backdrop of a dusty nebula. “It’s been designated 2086 UZ2. The name doesn’t really matter. What matters is it’s huge, it’s fast, and it’s coming right at us.”

Those already in the know heard the news again with impassive faces. The others turned pale; several gasped. Eyes went wide and fear showed on many faces.

A hand rose in the back. It was one of the junior staffers—there to take notes, not to speak.

Clauswicz nodded toward the young man. “Yes, Adam?”

“I-I’m sorry to interrupt, sir. But how big is it, where is it going to hit, and what are our chances?”

“I was just coming to that.”

“Sorry, sir.” Adam shrank back into his seat.

“Don’t worry about it, son. I’m sure those were the top questions on everyone’s mind. It’s expected to hit somewhere in Western Europe or the eastern North Atlantic. But that’s not important.”

He clicked the remote several times and another image appeared. “To put it in perspective, this is Barringer Meteor Crater in Arizona. It’s three-quarters of a mile across and almost 600 feet deep and it was created by a meteor only 150 feet in diameter. The meteor that presumably killed off the dinosaurs and two-thirds of all life on earth 65 million years ago was about six miles across. This one is more than a hundred miles across. Scientists are calling it a planet killer.” 

The audible gulp from one staffer would have been comical under other circumstances. Then a young lady ran from the room with a hand over her mouth. She barely made it around the corner before the sound of a splash followed by retching echoed back through the closing door.

Clauswicz acknowledged the event with a tight smile. “Yes, that was pretty much my reaction when I first heard the news. To answer the obvious question, when scientists say ‘planet killer’ they don’t necessarily mean that the Earth itself will be destroyed, but that all life on Earth almost certainly will be. So, you see, it really doesn’t matter where it hits.

“This isn’t some sci-fi movie where we’re going to fly up there and blow up this rock in the nick of time. The goddamn thing is bigger than the state of New Jersey. I’ve already spoken with several renowned scientists and the Joint Chiefs individually. The consensus is that we—and by ‘we’ I don’t mean the United States, I mean the total resources of the planet—have nothing in our arsenal that can deflect or destroy this killer. ”

Clauswicz again swept the room with his eyes. “Just to be clear, our job here isn’t to try to find a way to keep the meteor from hitting Earth. It’s to find a way for the human race to survive the impact.”

He paused to take in the faces of those around the conference table. Those faces showed fear, yes, but no panic. “I know you’re all in shock and your first reaction is to scream and run home to be with your families. I wish we had that luxury, but this is more important than you and me. The survival of mankind is at stake. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d like to think that given enough time, we’d get over our petty Earthly squabbles and expand out into the universe to see and do amazing things. But before that can happen, we have to survive as a species. Those of us in this room have to resign ourselves to the fact that we are all going to die.”

He took a deep breath to give the others a moment to accept the reality of the situation. “I know that’s a scary thought. Come to grips with that and you can focus on your jobs. I know this sucks, but if we’re going to die, let’s go out doing something important—more important than anything we’ve done before.

“I suspect that everyone here, to one degree or another, took their present jobs with the idea of helping to make the world a better place. Well, now I’m asking you all to set your goals higher. We need to work toward saving the human race.

“We have approximately 301 hours left to live. Let’s make them count.

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It was supposed to be a routine mission, but in an asteroid belt nothing is routine. When prospecting ship Shamu is almost destroyed, the crew of five is left with three days of air, little water, a smashed starflight drive, and no hope of rescue. It will take every ounce of ingenuity and stubborn pigheadedness they possess to find a way to survive.

In the shadows of a small moon, there's a discovery waiting to be made--the secret to first contact. Will it open the stars to widespread exploration, or doom mankind to extinction?

Despite being part of a series, my sci-fi thriller, THE TESSERENE IMPERATIVE (Book Two of The Imperative Chronicles), is a stand-alone story. (You don't necessarily have to read Book One (The Mars Imperative)—but, of course, you’ll want to!) It’s available on Amazon in 13 countries:

To find out more about my books, go to my blog at or my website:

#scifi #ScienceFiction #aliens #SpaceExploration #FirstContact #TheTessereneImperative #Kindle #kindleunlimited #amazon #MarkTerenceChapman