Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer, Dean Wesley Smith published over two hundred novels and over seven hundred books in forty years, and hundreds and hundreds of short stories. He has over thirty million copies of his books in print.

At the moment he produces novels in four major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the old west, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the cold case mystery series, Cold Poker Gang series, and the superhero series staring Poker Boy.

During his career, Dean also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds. Writing with his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch under the name Kathryn Wesley, they wrote the novel for the NBC miniseries The Tenth Kingdom and other books for Hallmark Hall of Fame movies.

He wrote novels under dozens of pen names in the worlds of comic books and movies, including novelizations of almost a dozen films, from X-Men to The Final Fantasy to Steel to Rundown.

Dean also worked as a fiction editor off and on, starting at Pulphouse Publishing, then at VB Tech Journal, then Pocket Books, and now at WMG Publishing where he and Kristine Kathryn Rusch serve as executive editors for the acclaimed Fiction River anthology series. He took over the editorship of the acclaimed Pulphouse Magazine in 2018.

For more information about Dean's books and ongoing projects, please visit his website at www.deanwesleysmith.com

Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer, Dean Wesley Smith published over two hundred novels and over seven hundred books in forty years, and hundreds and hundreds of short stories. He has over thirty million copies of his books in print.

At the moment he produces novels in four major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the old west, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the cold case mystery series, Cold Poker Gang series, and the superhero series staring Poker Boy.

During his career, Dean also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds. Writing with his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch under the name Kathryn Wesley, they wrote the novel for the NBC miniseries The Tenth Kingdom and other books for Hallmark Hall of Fame movies.

He wrote novels under dozens of pen names in the worlds of comic books and movies, including novelizations of almost a dozen films, from X-Men to The Final Fantasy to Steel to Rundown.

Dean also worked as a fiction editor off and on, starting at Pulphouse Publishing, then at VB Tech Journal, then Pocket Books, and now at WMG Publishing where he and Kristine Kathryn Rusch serve as executive editors for the acclaimed Fiction River anthology series. He took over the editorship of the acclaimed Pulphouse Magazine in 2018.

For more information about Dean's books and ongoing projects, please visit his website at www.deanwesleysmith.com

In Search Of... by Dean Wesley Smith

Ten very head-shaking fantasy stories from New York Times bestselling author, Dean Wesley Smith, the prolific master of twisted stories.

This never-before published collection appears as a Storybundle.com exclusive. The title story takes you IN SEARCH OF THE PERFECT ORGASM OR HOW DOING IT WITH A BIG LIZZARD CAN BE FUN. Yes, I know, a strange title, and honestly the story got national attention on a major talk show of the time.

This collection features a guy getting in trouble with his wife because he stopped for dinner on a flying saucer, another story about a guy meeting ghosts or something underneath the dining room table at a holiday meal, and another story where a guy’s socks finally get tired of him. Sounds a little like science fiction? Nope, all pure fantasy, not one ounce of science. And it goes from there, ending with a superhero becoming a ghost in an alley while on a blind date.

Ten very different and fun stories to take you into the strange dimensions of the twisted mind of bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith and to leave you laughing, chuckling, or just shaking your head in disbelief.

CURATOR'S NOTE

Dean Wesley Smith has a warped perspective on the world, and when he lets that perspective loose in his fiction, the results are surprising and memorable. He decided not to put the full title of a certain story on this collection because it might mislead you into thinking…well, you'll see. Only Dean can write about giant monsters and the long-lost art of parking, and somehow make it all work. – Kristine Kathryn Rusch

 
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Blind Date

A Marble Grant Story

Dean Wesley Smith

One

Dying on a first date sucks. Dying on a blind date sucks even worse.

Especially when your date dies with you. And then goes off through some tunnel of light into the next life or something, leaving you sitting alone, dead, in a dark alley, waiting for your own tunnel of light.

Hands down, the worst ending to any date in recorded history.

The alley we had been forced to go into was blacker than the inside of a latrine, and seeming how it smelled, I would have not been surprised to be in a latrine, but I knew I wasn’t since it seemed that being dead meant I could see just fine in the dark.

And smell just fine as well. Holy crap. The nearby Chinese restaurant garbage smelled like my fridge after six days of feeling sorry for myself and laying on the couch and eating take-out without taking out the uneaten food. And no telling how many homeless and drunks had used this alley for a bathroom.

I was sitting on a big green dumpster owned by a nearby office, so thankfully it didn’t have the odor of the other dumpsters coming up between my legs.

The scum with the greasy black hair and dirty ski parka that had killed us was going through my date’s pockets as I sat and watched.

The guy looked skinny and no doubt drug-addicted. His motions were jerky, his eyes darting around him like a rat trying to find a way out of a maze.

My blind date, dear old Handsome Bob, as I had started to think of him for the full thirty minutes I had known him, had caused this mess by thinking he could be a macho asshole or something.

The scum with the greasy black hair had approached us on the sidewalk and Bob had shaken his head and said, “Not now.”

We were headed down the street to a nice Italian restaurant that served the best red wine and bread plate this side of New York. And that was going some for the Old Towne section of Boise, Idaho.

Bob was dressed in a clearly expensive silk suit and no tie, while I didn’t look so cheap myself. For the date I had put on dark slacks, a silk white blouse with pearls around my neck, and a thin see-through sweater. No bra because I wanted my date to get an occasional peak at what might be offered after dinner if things went right.

Sitting dead in an alley sure wasn’t my idea of things going right.

The greasy jerk had pulled out a gun, his hands shaking. Dear old dead Handsome Bob had said, “You don’t want to do that.”

Bless him.