Haunted Robots



Robotics technology lab director Dr. Oren Stanton, murdered, discovers that life goes on after body death. Sucked into one of the robot bodies, his contact with women he knew before his “death,” leads to in-fighting between those who believe he is alive and those who do not. Some of those intelligent, voluptuous women are advanced-body androids – human beings running bodies created by an heretofore unknown alien race with an agenda for Earth.

The takeaway is a set of three questions: Is organic birth and death our only choice? Is there more to Life than meets the human eye? Are we immortal beings?

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“I just read Haunted Robots by James Warner & Ron Kulewhich took me to the edge of my chair again and again. This fast-paced story got under my skin, and explored what was “under” the skins of robots, androids and military types. It is a classic battle of who takes control of the future and leads us to answers about who we all really are! Good science fiction grabs the reader and takes you on a journey of unexpected twists, deep characters, rich imagery, and Haunted Robot delivers in abundance. It confronts the dilemma of interactions between human and robot, and war machines versus help. An entertaining read that may keep you up at night.” — Tracy Repchuk, 7-Time #1 International Amazon.com Best Selling Author and Top Woman Speaker in the World Online Business Strategy


Haunted Robots is an unusual and often whimsical story of a disparate group of characters, android and otherwise, who find themselves drawn together in a race to uncover and flee from a black-ops-type conspiracy involving unknown shadowy agencies. Definitely thought-provoking and decently entertaining.” – Anthony Wells, U.K. musician

“Isaac Asimov meets Dan Brown in a philosophical thriller challenging, ‘Who are we?’ A thought-provoking look at one of mankind’s oldest riddles. A terrific read.” – Darcey Hollingsworth, Entrepreneur, Avid Reader – Clearwater, FL


“Very intriguing. Love the plot and how it promises good, fast reading right from the start. I was taken into a world I intend to stay in all the way to the back cover and possibly beyond.” – Billie Wegmann, Executive Director – Celebrity Centre, Munich, Germany


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The co-authors:



James P Warner started from less than humble beginnings: his birth-mother, a troubled showgirl, left him on a park bench in Barstow, California. He was rescued by a nurse and her husband, who fell in love with him and took him home. He attended the University of Southern California and California State Universities Fullerton and Northridge. He served in the U.S. Army and was honorably discharged as a Vietnam-era veteran. He married his high-school sweetheart in Azusa, California, raised two children, and has another daughter living in Los Angeles. Mixing his romantic adventures with strong science interests, he now produces science-fiction books, instead of babies.


Born in Bogotá, Colombia, of Polish-American and Colombian-Chilean parentage, Kule grew up among a growing number of siblings – eight eventually – in a cramped, suburban house in Pennsylvania. He came to appreciate ethnic values and cultural differences by direct observation of disparate social classes and living conditions in Colombia, Peru, Chile; several European and Eastern bloc countries; Communist China and Russia; and North America, including the 48 contiguous American states, Hawaii, and eight provinces of Canada.
The author’s heritage paint-brushed a wanderlust onto his life-canvas, which led him to travel in 35 countries and perform keynote-speaker engagements in 17.
Kule laughs often and portrays a wide range of emotions just for fun. He considers helping other people to feel happier or more enlightened for having met him, important. He prefers early “organic” jazz, likes to admire beautiful women and watch competent people create their best work, especially artists. He enjoys ice-cream, writing biographies and fiction, ghostwriting, drawing and painting.
“If you curl up with my books and find yourself emotionally breathless, intellectually provoked, inspired, changed, informed and satisfied, I have done my job,” Kule states as his purpose.
Currently, he lives and works from Clearwater, Florida.

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Ronald Joseph Kule

Dr. Oren Stanson, the Director of a robotics technology and manufacturing facility, is murdered. Yet, he discovers that life goes on after body death. After getting sucked into one of the robot bodies, his repartee with former employees, among them the women that he knew, leads to in-fighting between those who want warfighter-only robots, and those who wish more commercial-use robots. Stanson’s nemesis, Brigadier-General Roger Rogers, not only kills off Stanson’s robot, but also gets “killed,” forcing him to take another robot body. All hell breaks loose. When the good guys become marked targets of the bad guys, it’s kill or be killed. The kicker is that some of the intelligent, voluptuous women Stanson knew turn out to be advanced-body-type androids – beings running bodies created by an alien race with a hidden agenda about Earth’s future. The takeaway is a set of two questions: Is organic birth and “death” our only choice? Or are there more choices than meet the human eye?

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© Copyright 2017 by The Haunted Robots LLC. All Rights Reserved.


Author Ronald Joseph Kule

March 2017“Internationally published author, biographer and ghostwriter of non-fiction and novels” sounds fancy, but I’m simply a professional author with a mission to write entertaining, uplifting stories for reader enjoyment.

People tell me that I write well: “[Kule] creates emotional stories… he paints pictures with his words.” Well, I write what I see in front of me, adding imagination where it will improve the story.

Growing up in a cramped house, competing for personal space among seven brothers and sisters, two parents, at least one good hunting dog (most times), and a score of kids living on our block, I learned how to hold my ground, at times from a perch 30 feet up my favorite tree in the woods behind our house.

Born in Bogota, Colombia, descended from Polish-immigrant coal miner and blue-blooded, Colombian-Chilean parentage, I came to appreciate ethnic values and cultural differences by observing directly the disparate social classes and living conditions of Colombia, Peru, Chile, and 48 contiguous American states and Hawaii.

My heritage paint-brushed a wanderlust onto my life-canvas: I’ve spent time in 35 countries and performed keynote-speaker engagements in 17. I laugh often and can experience a panorama of emotions just for fun, although I prefer to make other people smile, laugh and generally feel happier for having met me, or my written works.

If you curl up with one of my books and find yourself breathless, provoked, inspired, changed and feeling like you just undertook an important journey, which left you more than satisfied, my job as the author will have been a success.

Currently, home is Clearwater, Florida, but my passport yearns for more nation-stamps, and my bags can be packed on a moment’s notice!

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“As good as his work is, behind Ron Kule’s prodigious work-ethic lies a heart that beats for others to whom he can give service, expecting in return only the time-honored values of honesty, tolerance, and demonstrated competence. His keen insights into what motivates and inspires people to want to do better has made a difference in my life. Not one to rest on his laurels, he would rather effect positive changes in those close to him, and the world, no matter the personal consequences. These qualities tell us that here is a man of intense personal integrity.”

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  • Ronald Joseph Kule is an internationally published author of non-fiction and fiction books, also a ghostwriter for numerous clients. For details contact: KuleBooksLLC@gmail.com
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“I loved the way this story played out. Sort of a romance, sort of a murder mystery, sort of a search for and finding of oneself. This book by author Ronald Joseph Kule kept me turning the pages wanting to know how it all would resolve. I recommend it!”
© 2015 by KuleBooksLLC. All Rights Reserved.





Ronald Joseph Kule

Buy an author-inscribed soft-cover copyCarlos Almarón is about to pop the question.  Instead, he is dumped, pushing him into a confused and nearly fatal tailspin.  Devastated, smoldering in the ruins of his loss, he yearns to know why he has once again lost at love.

Only with the help of a sympathetic friend and her late husband’s marriage journal and romance novels does he begin to understand how to recover, and what are the keys true love and real romance.

Almarón’s adventurous research takes him back to the era of knighthood and courtly love, dredging up old memories.  His daydreams and nightmares forcibly recount his pubescent trials with sexual awakening and sophomoric escapades with the opposite sex, while awakening deeply embedded thoughts about ethics, relationships, and a jumbled mix of emotions he cannot easily escape.


Carmela Ariana, Almarón’s lifelong, platonic friend weathers a far different gauntlet of sexual and romantic hardships arguably more difficult than his.

A victim of fatherly abuse, she rebounds through several partners, including a connection she has kept secret from Almarón: her intimate relationship with her beautiful, college roommate Emily Logano, a Mafioso’s daughter… also Almarón’s would-be fiancée!

Emily’s murder – known only to Carmela at first – is the catalyst that brings the two friends together under difficult circumstances.

In the wake of these events, Almarón and Ariana seek answers about life and love, but for different reasons.  Working together, they uncover not only what happened the night his plan for marriage spun to a jarring halt and how and why Emily lost her life, but also a portal that brings Cupid to each of them… when and where they least expect love.


Almarón’s and Ariana’s journey to love is a microcosm of anyone’s uncharted pathway from childhood through puberty to sexually active adulthood and the sanctity of real romance, true love and marriage.

Ruined by Murder Addicted to Love is a rollicking, thought-provoking and emotional roller-coaster ride, and a five-star read for both women and men!

© 2015 by Ronald Joseph Kule and KuleBooks LLC. All Rights Reserved.

Also available online as a Kindle edition on Amazon.com

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Three Ways to Win at Sports and Living

 the thought never crossed my mind…

… that is, until the day someone asked me about the three ways to win in sports and living.

One Sunny Afternoon…

Up to that sunny afternoon when I was in high school, I just did whatever I did without questioning how I did it. As a young tyke I lay in my crib and waited for my body to get older and larger. In my first grade-school years, I tried out for school musicals, because they seemed like something fun to do.  That I somehow won the lead roles every time was, to me, something that just happened out of my control. I never wondered why. On my first-ever football team, I got the positions that I liked playing, including “roving linebacker” (a.k.a., Monster Man) on defense and quarterback on offense. From the first position I outwitted opposing QB’s; from the latter I outwitted deep safeties with accurate passes to outstretched fingers flying past them. And therein lay my forthcoming trouble: my unerring accuracy. I could even throw left-handed more strikes than balls from Little League Baseball mounds than most of my young peers. I never gave it a thought or wondered WHY… until that fateful afternoon and question. “What was the question?” you ask. Simply this: “How come you can throw touchdowns so accurately?” I recall that it was a friend who asked me, but I cannot remember his name. A lot has changed over the years I’ve aged, including recalling certain details, like the names of my high-school chums and teammates. Sorry about that, boys.

bristol high football field

Bristol High’s gridiron

I remember that I was suited up before a game in Bristol, PA. I was tossing the ball back and forth with a teammate to warm up my arm. My helmet was on the ground, and the hot sun and gentle breeze in the air warmed the top of my head. The heat tingled through my flat-top, crew-cut hair. My first quick response to the question was, “Well, I just see the fingertips, that’s all.” That didn’t satisfy my inquirer. “Yeah, but… what do you mean you ‘see’ their fingertips?” I didn’t tell him what I looked at in my mind’s eye right then, but I was sure looking at a mental picture of my last receiving touchdown player’s fingertips! In fact, that was all I saw: just his fingertips! “I dunno. I just see the fingers and I throw the ball to them,” I said. My inquisitor shook his head, turned and walked away, muttering to himself, “There’s got to be more than that to it.” The matter wasn’t over for me by a long shot. He had opened up a question that now required an answer from within. He did not know it then, but he had changed my life forever. Sitting down on the bleachers, I re-ran my last few touchdown throws past my closed eyes. In every instance, all I saw were the fingers. Close up. More curious, I realized that all I remembered were the hands and fingertips — no peripherals of the rest of the playing field, the stands on either sides of the gridiron, the school building behind the home side, the railroad tracks and US Highway One beyond them on the visitor’s side. There were no goalposts. Only outstretched hands and fingertips, and my thrown football landing in the open palms. All close ups. I had never wondered about this and I had never thought about these things before. Now I was curious: how can this be? Why only the fingertips and why so close-up?

Average Build

fingertip catch As players go I was not above average, meaning I was only six feet tall, weighed about 176 pounds. Lanky, yet able to take a hit — or dish them out as mentioned before. I was also aware that I was fast mentally. I knew I could outwit opponents and throw footballs accurately. I called my plays that kept the other teams off-balance. I already knew all of this, but I didn’t really know WHY I was so accurate.

Childhood Memories

Looking back over my childhood, I next recalled, in a matter of seconds, a few instances which displayed this accuracy. There was the time that a bully hit me in the jaw, and I didn’t flinch. I did, however, express my anger eye-to-eye, focused like a power drill, and that caused him to turn on a dime and run away screaming in fear. Then, too, there was the time my older brother nagged me too long and too much, and I felled him with one, very accurate and forceful blow to his solar plexus. (Later, after witnessing a bullfight in Colombia, I likened my drop-over, brotherly “kill” to the accuracy of the matador who passed his sword so cleanly into one bull’s spinal cord that the heaving animal’s body went airborne instantly and fell over right on the spot. Motionless, he dropped at his killer’s feet. The matador was awarded an ear and a tail that day, and I remember thinking that someone should award me for dropping my brother similarly… at least, in spirit. My most memorable hit, however, which probably amazed me more than my siblings and friends present at the time, involved another bully in the neighborhood where we grew up. Behind our house a patch of trees and swamp-like ground that we dubbed “The Woods” was our playground. When Mom told us kids to go outside and play, she admonished us to “got play in ‘The Woods’ but not too far so I can call you for dinner.” We, therefore, spent most of our summertime days in The Woods. My day of astounding accuracy also took place in those woods. The group of us were walking near the stream that ran the length of the wooded area. Suddenly, a stone came out of nowhere and hit one of us, not me. My sister started crying, and my brother wanted to rush the kid who was trying to hide behind a tree trunk about 40 yards away. With my target in sight — did I mention there was a “Y” split in the tree trunk, about waist high? — I yelled at my brother as I stooped to pick up the nearest rock I could find, “Don’t worry, Chris, I’ll take care of this!” The stone I found was rounded and flat – the kind that was perfect for skipping on a calm pond’s glass-like water surface at least 13 times before it sank – and it fit into the natural curve between my left forefinger and my thumb as if it were designed precisely for this moment. I leaned back and came forward like a pitcher on the mound and, with one swift sweep of my arm, let the hard missile fly toward the tree and the body standing and watching us from inside the Y. My throw met its target squarely in the center of his forehead between the two trunks on either side. He cried out in pain and ran away. While my siblings and friends cheered the event I stood in silence, utterly amazed at what I had done. The odds were against anyone making that shot, but I had done it with pure intention. To this day, that throw remains one of the most triumphant moments of my childhood.

Back to Reality

Sitting on the Bristol High stadium bleacher, this is what I remembered and looked at, thinking in the back of my mind that maybe there was something unusual about my accuracy, after all. “How come you can throw touchdowns so well?” the kid had asked me. “Because I see the fingertips,” I had answered.  WHY had I said that?

BANG… And Then It Hit Me!

Then it hit me! I saw fingertips alright, but they were always CLOSE UPS! Even the guy’s body, his face in the Y of the tree, was vividly recorded in my mind as a CLOSE UP! How could that be? I asked myself. And the answer astounded me: I was out of my body in every instance, seeing my targets up close and throwing to the location of my intended targets! Suddenly, the rest also made sense to me. Why I hit that kid in the face: I was throwing to get even for the defense of my family members, and NOTHING would stop me. Why I threw out Little League batters: I threw to a catcher’s mitt which was large and right in front of me. I wanted to strike batters out. Why I felled my brother and scared off a bully: my attention was focused as sharply as a laser beam. And why I could “see” my receivers’ fingertips over the outstretched arms and hands of menacing defensive players taller and larger than I: I was THERE at the location of my intended target… every time! And I had three common factors that helped me:

  1. my FOCUS.
  2. my PURPOSE

I had been out of my body. And, given that realization, from that moment forward I have been aware that not only am I, but everyone else, is not a body. I am a spiritual being operating a body, just like the rest of us. And, upon further study, I’ve found out that I’m not alone in that conviction.

“You don’t have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.” — C. S. Lewis, author of The Chronicles of Narnia.

spiritual beings

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, French Jesuit priest and mystic philosopher.

Like I said, I had never thought about it before. The thought never crossed my mind.

© 2014 by Ronald Joseph Kule and KuleBooks LLC. All Rights Reserved.


Brazil’s Epic Loss: A Lesson For Entrepreneurs

The following is a blog posted by a friend, Edwin Dearborn.

Brazil’s Epic Loss: A Lesson For Entrepreneurs

If you follow the World Cup, you just witnessed the most epic loss ever between Brazil and Germany. It serves as a lesson to any entrepreneur. Home field advantage, supportive fans and tons of emotion did not bring home the win.

What Germany brought to the game was a system based on precision. They executed an effective system, a plan. Germany did not primarily rely on hopeful visions or positive feelings, which is common with entrepreneurs, but with a well-drilled system that was executed with precision.

The number of business failures, which some experts cite as over 50% within their first 2 years, is because most businesses launch with lots of enthusiasm and hopes and that’s about it. But very few arrive to the game with business processes and policies that are proven to deliver results, even when applied in a hostile environment that wants you to lose.

Precision Trumps Emotion

Now matter how “psyched up” you get, eventually you will need to develop systems and patterns that overcome barriers, the competition, as well as your own limitations. Business processes and successful policies, uniformly enforced, will always trump and team that is completely excited and committed.

While enthusiasm and commitment are an absolute must, these will wane and become lost when you encounter a series of challenges. Systems, known and enforced programs, effective policies, and clearly delineated business process, will always win the day. This is how enthusiasm and commitment can continue to grow.


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