Fiction Fest: Previewing Frank L. Cole’s ‘The Guardians of the Finisher’s Fury’

Guardians of the Finishers Fury_Dust Jacket_2x3We’re still more than a week away from our November titles hitting the market, but we know how much you love to get a sneak peek of the high-quality fiction that we publish.

Frank L. Cole’s “The Guardians of the Finisher’s Fury” is the third and final installment in The Guardians series and will be released on Nov. 12, 2013. Cole is also the author of the Hashbrown Winters series.

About the book:
Amber and Dorothy have found the Wrath, the last artifact of the Weapons of Might. But when Amber helps Dorothy investigate the Wrath’s secret hiding place, something happens to Dorothy—something strange. Now, when friends become enemies and enemies become friends, Amber can only hope she knows who to rely on to stop the raging power they have accidentally released. You won’t want to miss the exciting conclusion to The Guardians series.

You can pre-order “The Guardians of the Finisher’s Fury” from online retailers.


“This is Jomo. Over there on the cot is Jackson and that’s Ashleigh.” Dorothy introduced us to her group. they all looked dirty and weary from working in cramped conditions.

“Jomo’s originally from Kenya, earned his PhD from Berkley, and you wouldn’t know it from his baby face, but he was just recently promoted to dean of students at La Trobe University in Australia.”

My eyes widened at the mention of La Trobe, my dream university, and perhaps the best school for budding archaeologists.

“Baby face,” Jomo repeated with a wide grin. He had ebony skin and thin, muscular arms. i heard him laughing at something Jackson said when we entered the room and I immediately fell in love with his rich, friendly voice.

“We’re lucky to have him on loan for this project,” Dorothy added.

“Yes, but not for much longer. My students await.” Next in line for introductions, Jackson wore a t-shirt wrapped around his head as a pillow. I could tell he was American, especially after he greeted us with a southern drawl.

“Howdy!” He swung his legs to the side of his cot and sat up. “Welcome to the dungeon.” Handsome and a sense of humor. I could see why Dorothy liked having him around. then, as Jackson unwrapped the t-shirt from around his head, I noticed a similar tattoo to Dorothy’s on his wrist.

Dorothy saw me eyeing the mark and cleared her throat. “Yes, I see you realized why we brought Jackson along for the ride. Don’t let his lackadaisical attitude fool you. His skill for locating artifacts is unequalled.”

“Pshaw, whatever. You’re just trying to make me blush,”

Dorothy knew how to pick her companions. The two men were most likely in their mid to late thirties. With the exception of Paulo who had yet to check out of the hospital, Ashleigh owned the title of the youngest in the group. Wearing a ribbed yellow tank top and baggy cargo pants, Ashleigh’s hand opened and closed around a green object.

“It’s a stress-relieving ball,” she said when she saw me staring at her hand. “And I’m pretty stressed right now.” The American’s tiny waist, beautiful blonde hair, and eyes so penetratingly blue—I swore she wore contacts—immediately drew Trendon’s attention. I caught him gawking at her several times during our introductions. How could she be working with Dorothy? She couldn’t have been more than a few years older than me and Dorothy trusted her enough to bring her all the way to Egypt.

“This is us, minus Paulo, and you already met Darius briefly. Once he’s finished occupying the monks, he’ll join us. Small but efficient, and we’re about ready to be done with this place, aren’t we guys?” Dorothy asked. A murmur rippled through the group.