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Release Date: Friday the 13th, October 2023

Super Serial by: Harker McNair

Super Serial

Exiled Corporate Marshal Ziglar Ghostshade is haunted by the lingering ghost of his murdered husband, Gio. Unable to bring himself to keep the promise he made to spread Gio’s ashes on Ipanema beach, he passes his time committing identity theft and inhaling grief-donuts at Sweet Sally’s Bakery. Caught in the crossfire of debt and notoriety, Ziggy’s world spirals out of control when his possessions, including Gio’s ashes, are confiscated by District DipShip’s audacious new CEO, Alexia Ito.


Cornered by Alexia’s cunning manipulation, Ziggy is blackmailed into assembling a team of serial killers for the outlandish Super Serial competition, a corporate-sponsored sporting event that pits murderers against each other in a battle to the death.  


Armed with an eclectic ensemble including administrative marvel, Pepper Devoux, resident eccentric analyst, Floyd McNut, and the unforgettable forgettable security guard, Joe, Ziggy sets out on a dangerous mission to catch the killers before time runs out and he loses Gio forever. Together, Ziggy and his motley crew must navigate a world of corporate intrigue, explosive encounters, and deadly investigations, where orchestrated deathmatches are the norm, and serial killers aren’t the only villains.


Set against the backdrop of a corporate dystopia run amok, Super Serial is a dark comedy thriller that reveals the power of friendship, the pursuit of justice, and the unrelenting spirit of resilience in the face of outrageous odds.

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Harker McNair writer of The Reclaiming Book One of The Auction Series, and Super Serial.

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Mandy Harker and Preston McNair know books pretty good and they've come to the literary world for two reasons: debuting novels, and kicking ass... and they've already debuted a novel. Mandy's a sensitive Pisces with a white-belt in karate and a wardrobe full of rabbit pelts and turquoise jewelry. Preston collects ninja stars, and has over two-hundred Pokemon cards, including a Mega Charizard XY. Together, they make the most epic co-authorship the world has ever known.

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Agent Who Rejected Us

Agent Who Rejected Us

Agent Who Rejected Us

"I could never represent this and feel good about myself."

Our Mom

Agent Who Rejected Us

Agent Who Rejected Us

"Please don't publish this under your real names. What if my friends see it?"

Weird Guy on Internet

Agent Who Rejected Us

Weird Guy on Internet

"Is this fiction or non-fiction? I'm cool with either."

Concerned Friend

Local Law Enforcement

Weird Guy on Internet

"Is this supposed to be funny? I'm not sure other people are going to get this."

Local Law Enforcement

Local Law Enforcement

Local Law Enforcement

"I feel like I read something illegal."

Our Dad

Local Law Enforcement

Local Law Enforcement

"I'd probably remove some of the references to private parts."

District DipShip Super Serial Team

Super Serial, Team DipShip

Ziglar Ghostshade, Floyd McNut, Alexia Ito, Pepper Devoux, Joe Disposable, Carol Petersen, Benedict Bork, Big Montana Ice, Lin Meihua, Garbage Samurai

SUPER SERIAL

Chapter One Excerpt:

Ziglar Ghostshade was well aware that if he hadn’t captured the most heinous serial killer of his time, he’d be rotting in prison.


“I know you’re in there, Mr. Cannoli!” shouted the debt collector, banging on Ziggy’s apartment door. “This is the third time I’ve been here. You owe my client over $30,000.”


Ziggy ignored him, waiting in silence. The collector's client was MediGen Labs, a sub-corp that added addictive substances to children’s medicine in order to boost their profits. As far as Ziggy was concerned, they could swallow their money and choke.


The collector pounded a few more times, but with diminishing interest. Ziggy waited for the sound of receding footsteps and the familiar whoosh of paper sliding underneath the door. It didn’t take long.


“More bills for Graham Cannoli?” Gio asked, slumped against the corner of the kitchen.


“He’s been racking up a few.” Ziggy stooped to pick up the bill. He tossed it unopened into his overflowing trash can. If history was any indication, he still had a few months left before MediGen cranked up the heat. When that happened, ‘Graham Cannoli’ and his medical debt would disappear forever, and Ziggy would start over in a new apartment with a new pseudonym.


“How many times are you planning to do this?” Gio leaned forward, wincing from the deep purple bruises on his ribs. “You won’t get away with it forever. Eventually, someone will outsmart you and you’ll have to go back to being Ziggy.”


“I can’t go back,” Ziggy said, moving to the chipped porcelain sink. He rustled up a mostly-clean bowl from the stack of dirty dishes. “We’ve been over this.”


“You have to,” Gio murmured, his dark eyes flashing. A thin rivulet of blood ran from his ear, dripping onto the sticky linoleum.


Ziggy’s stomach lurched. This isn’t real, he reminded himself, averting his gaze. He shuffled through his pantry until he found a few packets of instant oatmeal. He dumped the contents into his bowl, added some tap water, and watched the concoction bubble in the microwave. It looked like a pile of albino goat shit.


“Slop for the pig,” he muttered when it was done cooking. He threw in a handful of stale raisins and a chunk of rock-hard sugar before setting it down on the plastic tray that served as his dining room table. He sank into his threadbare camping chair and poked at the congealed lump, cringing at the squelching sound the spoon made as it dipped beneath the surface. If he didn’t force it down, he’d be hungry all morning, but nothing could make it anything other than what it was—gluten-free ass paste. 


He glanced at the bent metal cupboard where he stored his only remaining bottle of GlutoBlock.


“Don’t even think about it,” Gio said. More of his blood dripped onto the floor. 


“That shit is $5,784 a bottle.”


A thick knot formed in the pit of Ziggy’s stomach as he pushed himself to his feet, pressing his fist against the tightness in his chest. “Think about what?”


Gio growled low in his throat. “We’ve been together for twenty years. I know all your tricks. That money is almost a third of the travel expense to Ipanema Beach. You’re supposed to be saving. You promised.”


Ziggy pulled on his ratty wool coat and scuffed leather boots, trying not to look at the rosewood urn perched on the rusty end table or the poster of the famous beach he’d tacked to the wall above it. Dark memories edged against his decaying barrier of sanity. He grabbed the GlutoBlock from the cupboard and stuffed it into his pocket. He needed fresh air. 


“You’d better not be going to that bakery again,” Gio warned as Ziggy retrieved the bowl of oatmeal mush, tossing it back into the sink. “I mean it. You spent eighty-one dollars there last week.”


Ziggy clenched the edge of the countertop until his knuckles turned white. “You’re not real.” This time, he said it out loud. “This is all in my head. Red Judas killed you. You died three years ago.”

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