Finding Forever

by Keith Aaron Gilbert

The visions in Kalim’s head are too fantastic for fancy. He remembers North America before the white man, the landing of the Conquistadors on the shores of Brazil, the ship to ship battles with French scum, all in the arms of a woman with Jamie Dean’s eyes, with Jamie Dean's tattoo... Jamie Dean is fantasizing, or remembering, too. She has no clue what is happening to her but is caught up in the thrill. She sees crimson sails on the horizon, hears the clank of blades. She wants nothing more than to give into the plush thoughts of making love in every nook and cranny of the earth with Kalim, but enemies are at the gates. Frank Tristy, bloody, and full of Irish snark, breaks into Kalim’s apartment for succor. Bobby and Billy break into Jamie’s place. Pepper doesn’t like taking prisoners, and cannot stomach paramilitary assholes. Stardon has not been idle. They have tracked down the hackers, the eco-disruptors, and have sent their mercenaries to eliminate threats; but still, Kalim continues his mission to clean up the courts one corrupted soul at a time with Operation Dorian Gorgon. But things are three yards deeper than Kalim ever imagined. As the visions quicken in him, he taps into something he doesn’t comprehend at all. Luckily he knows a good witch. Her name is Prana, and she and Kalim both struggle to not seduce each other.

202 pages, Kindle Edition

Published January 8, 2017

About the author

The only thing I can right now imagine of interest to you about me are the romances I have just written. I could tell you how old I am, where I grew up, how I have been educated, but all you really care about is what I could do for you and how well I can do it.

Of course the Set In Stone series, at its sweet creamy center, is my life. How much and to what extent is the magic of the writing craft! Suffice it to say that I have loved! If you want to ask me questions, though, I am happy to answer over at: www.facebook.com/keithaarongilbert

When you meet my characters they are all me! They are me as I have come to understand others, as I have been able, through a writer’s empathy, to place myself in the skins of them and wear their souls. When you meet Jamie know that I have known a Jamie and when you meet Pepper and Frank know that I have known Peppers and Franks; my antagonists are the little bits of hell I have known and when you meet my Evils know that this is how I imagine evil to be.

Is it important that I am the eldest of three? That my parents were divorced? That I spent too much time and not enough time in too many and not enough universities? That my only child is the only reason I am not dumpster diving somewhere on the mean streets of the American northwest?

I could be that after you read these works of fiction such things become important, but until then they are so inane that they are silly things even to me: uninteresting, uninspiring, unworthy of any of your attention.