This is the neopulp shelf — books argued into existence between a person and a machine, credited on the title page, keeping the promise. The shelf is new and it is short. That won't last: when experimentation gets cheap, creativity becomes play again, and the first books are being seeded now.
Something in the glacier answered the cruise ship's horn. Glaciologist Liz Kelso has six days to learn what lives in the ice before 41,117 crowdfunders pay to have it poisoned.
A Romeo and Juliet variation set in wartime Cairo. A Free French spy and a British desert raider, each officially dead and each grieving the other, hide in the same city with one promise: Groppi's café, Thursday, four o'clock.
The first neopulps are being seeded now. Made one? Keep the promise, print the credit, and it belongs here. Send the title, your name, a cover, a one-line premise and a link to where it's sold.
A book isn't good because a human wrote every word, and it isn't bad because a machine wrote any of them. Judge the work first — the means of creation are not the measure of it. The shelf exists so you can decide.