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Series Titles Include:

Death Becomes Her

The Kurtherian Gambit 01

Queen Bitch

The Kurtherian Gambit 02

Love Lost

The Kurtherian Gambit 03

Bite This

The Kurtherian Gambit 04

Never Forsaken

The Kurtherian Gambit 05

Under My Heel

The Kurtherian Gambit 06

Kneel Or Die

The Kurtherian Gambit 07

We Will Build

The Kurtherian Gambit 08

It’s Hell To Choose

The Kurtherian Gambit 09

Release The Dogs Of War

The Kurtherian Gambit 10

Sued For Peace

The Kurtherian Gambit 11

We Have Contact

The Kurtherian Gambit 12

FUTURE

(21 books planned)

My Rides A Bitch

The Kurtherian Gambit 13

Don’t Cross This Line

The Kurtherian Gambit 14

**Future Series**

The Dark Messiah - Michael’s Return

The Second Dark Ages 01

Winter 2016/2017

SHORT STORIES

Frank Kurns Stories of the Unknownworld 01

You Don’t Mess with John’s Cousin

(read before TKG08)

Frank Kurns Stories of the Unknownworld 02

Bitch’s Night Out

(read before TKG10)

The Boris Chronicles

With Paul C. Middleton

Evacuation
(Out)

Retaliation
(Out)

Revelation
Oct 2016

Restitution
TBD

Anthologies

Glimpse

Honor in Death

(Michael’s First Few Days)

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Beyond the Stars: At Galaxy's Edge

Tabitha’s Vacation

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Berlin, Germany

Seven locations were tossed out to the group of men and women invited to Germany’s Federal Intelligence Operations Center.

“We have,” Dr. Schäuble, a professor borrowed for this project from
Humboldt Universität,
told the group around the long hand-carved rosewood table, “seven locations, but we have resources to check three at this time.” He was standing, leaning over the table looking at different cards laid out. “As you can see, one of these is in Antarctica. It is based on the rumors of people from the Nazi party. Somebody, possibly the Thule group, left and built a base in the severe cold. Americans,” he tipped his head to three men sitting at the table, “went there in 1947 and had, I’ve heard, a bad time.”

“I thought the American’s situation was just bad weather?” A young woman asked, from the end of the table.

“You would think so, but one of the ships was supposedly cut in two,” Dr. Schäuble admitted. “Right now, the Americans are claiming that it was weather that forced the fleet exercise to turn around. However,” he looked down the table, “my contacts say the American government is setting up their own expedition to this area in the off chance it has any chance to reveal secrets the Nazi’s took with them.”

He sat down, and opened the manila folder in front of him, “If you would all open your folders to the first location for our common vote, we will discuss if the Nazi base has enough interest from those represented here to be on our short list. As you are aware, the German government has the authority to check into these seven locations, and with a significant monetary buy-in, your companies are allowed to benefit from technologies found.”

Dr. Schäuble looked up from his papers, “We have someone to speak to us regarding additional Nazi records not shared with the American government. That person …” There was a knock on the meeting room door and the Doctor turned around while completing his comment, “is about to arrive to update you, it sounds like.”

CHAPTER ONE
Chapter 1

QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 17 hours before meeting in Japan

John walked towards Bethany Anne's suite, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

Gabrielle had mentioned she hadn't seen or spoken with Bethany Anne for at least a few hours, thinking she was with him or one of the other guys. John confirmed she wasn't with any of them. The last time anyone had seen her, she was walking into her suite with Ashur, an apple, and a pile of mail that had come up on the last transport.

Curious, but only a little concerned, John asked ArchAngel if Bethany Anne was asleep, but he was informed she wasn't. ArchAngel said she didn't know where Bethany Anne was at the moment.

That could only mean two things. Bethany Anne wasn't on the ship or had explicitly told ArchAngel not to let anyone know where she was.

Or both.

John entered and walked through the outer suite, through her outer meeting room and finally knocked on Bethany Anne's bedroom door.

Nothing.

John grimaced and knocked harder. He received nothing a second time. John called out, “ArchAngel. This is John Grimes.”

ArchAngel replied, “Yes, I recognize you, John. There was no need to tell me who you are.”

“There is this time,” John grumped, “ArchAngel, by my right as a Queen’s Bitch, I am implementing Queen’s Permission to enter her suite.”

“Approved, John,” the voice replied, and John could hear the suite locks disengage. All seven of them.

He opened the door a few inches, “Bethany Anne?” He heard nothing and opened it further, “BA? ... Boss?”

The suite was empty.

John noticed her bed was made and stepped around to her personal closet. It was closed and locked.

Fuck
, he thought.

John looked up, his eyes closed, thank God a migraine wasn't possible. “ArchAngel, Please unlock this door – I promise not to step foot into the room.”

“You know she isn’t in there, John,” ArchAngel responded.

“Yes, I know that. I just need to see what she took with her,” John answered, and the door unlocked. This was much better than the rooms in the Florida house where no one could open the door from the outside. Here, ArchAngel could open and close, lock and unlock all doors. He pulled the door open, and the lights came on, and he peered around her closet.

Her pistols, leather pants, and her protective chest piece were missing. Her Katana was on its stand. John turned, stopped and then looked back. Her shorter sword, the wakizashi, was missing.

So, it was probably humans, not Forsaken.

John closed the door, “Thank you ArchAngel.” He heard the doors lock behind him and turned to her master suite bath. It, like all of her rooms, was huge. He stepped in and noticed an envelope and a piece of notebook paper with writing.

John stepped over to her sink area, triple wide with two sinks and a large area between for makeup and other stuff. John figured it was a bit much. Bethany Anne rarely wore more than a little blush and maybe some lipstick.

He read the note, written in blue crayon in a young person’s handwriting.

“Ms. Anne,

I’m not sure you can help, but my father is in trouble. My mother was taken by evil people who hurt her and then hurt my dad.

They want him to help them because he works on science and they want something. They made him promise not to tell the police.

Since he can’t tell anyone, and I can’t tell the police either, I thought maybe someone powerful like you could help my mom and my dad.

If not, I understand. I know you are pretty busy with your ships and stuff.

Thank you for listening,

Anne.

p.s., I love your last name, it is the same as my first name.”

John could see the smearing where Bethany Anne’s tear must have soaked into the page. He shook his head, grabbed the letter’s envelope with the address and started walking out of her suite.

John now knew the approximate where and the why now he had to figure out the what to do about it.

He reached up to hold down the small microphone’s call button on his collar, “This is John, our Queen is AWOL.”

QBS ArchAngel Over Japan – 18 hours before meeting

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