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The Heroines:

Her Cyborg Awakes:
Sabralia is a Queen by birth, and in a warlord's harem.

Alien Blood:
Gema is a prisoner with a crippled.leg.

Starwoman's Sanctuary:
Skyleen runs a charity home for orphans and the elderly.

Escaping Poison:
Brielle is a society girl, and a drug addict.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Sfr Group Teaser Tuesday-- Excerpt from Scavenger

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 This is an excerpt from the first in my new Diaspora Worlds mini series Cyborgs of Arden. So far the title is Scavenger.

2ln piled two power packs next to a jutting rock that would be easy to find in the harsh scenery. She glimpsed movement in the corner of her sight. Another cyborg! She jetted over and the other cyborg met her. Cyborg SS120, her data screen told her. The cyborg was large, of a heavy build.
2ln. I have moved survivors to the rock out crop near the plain where we landed. Over that ridge,” SS120 transferred the location to 2ln's data read out.
It somewhat surprised her that the voice coming from the large cyborg was high and feminine.
You found survivors? I haven't seen any yet.”
Yes. There are three, two are too damaged to help us. One other, 77kl is functional. He is over that ridge toward the base.”
How did you find them?”
Turn on your infrared. If they are alive they will show.”
2ln felt stupid, she should have thought of that.
Not used to thinking.
I collected some viable power packs.”
Good. I will soon be hitting red level. Why don't you keep collecting those and take them over the ridge to the others. I will scan the area due south of the base for survivors.”

2ln returned to the rock and jetted the packs to the location SS120 had sent to her. Two cyborgs were stretched out, unmoving on the ground. Neither spoke to her. Will they survive? Will any of us? Will the transport return? She left, looking for more power packs. Part of her still wondered if there was any point in it.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Cover Reveal! Bound to You, AR DECLERK

Title: Bound to You
By: AR DeClerck
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Blurb:

Jackson Baine is a man with a gift, and he has never had a problem with selling it to the highest bidder. His newest job is with one of the biggest terraforming companies in the universe, and the money he stands to make will allow him and his crew to retire on any planet in any galaxy they choose. His biggest problem: Ferrell Terraforming has assigned him a company liason to see to his needs and protect their interests. But that’s not his only problem. Lia Bernardi is smart, beautiful and strong, and she entices Jacks in a way no other woman ever has. She is a distraction he cannot afford on the surface.
Anatolia Bernardi is ready to climb the corporate ladder, get out from under her egotistical boss, and impress her overbearing father. All she has to do is turn one dead, empty planet into an oasis. Her company says Jacks Baine is the key, and it’s her job to make sure he’s productive and happy. Both of which, she soon learns, are harder than she’d thought they’d be. For some reason Jacks can get under her skin and break down every wall she’s constructed between herself and the world.
On the surface of a long-dead planet Jacks and Lia will be forced to face the startling realization that the past never really goes away.






Author Bio:
AR DeClerck lives in the Quad Cities, IL. She is a wife and mother of two daughters. She has two dogs and a cat, and always has her nose in a book. She’s either reading one, or writing one. She writes romance in many sub-genres, and has always had a soft spot for sci-fi romance. She credits her love of reading and writing to her mother, who always keeps a book handy.




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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors:Scavenger

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This is 8 Sentences from the Diaspora Worlds Series, Cyborgs of Arden that I am developing. I'm happy to say the series planning is going well and I have started working the first book, so far titled Scavenger. This first book is the romance of two characters from Alien Blood, Dooley and 2ln.


Excerpt: 

This did not look good. Her heart rate was too high, adrenaline high, breathing rapid, according to the read out in her side vision.
Fear, this is fear. I don't want to die.
2ln moved forward on foot, slowly, trying to conserve her resources.
The base was gone, just a blackened hole in the rock. More cyborg carnage everywhere. No movement.
Just her luck she woke up only to die alone on this rock.


Monday, February 23, 2015

Teaser Tuesday: Alien Invasion WIP #sfrgtt

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This is from my tentacle porn inspired WIP, but mine is SFR, not erotica. Alien Akarak is humanoid but lizardy. Billie is in her thirties and has her one year old nephew in her care.

Excerpt:

“Akarak work on power. Akarak eat meat.”
She nodded. “I will cook it and we can eat it for supper.”
“Sssuper.”
“At sunset.”
“Return for sssuper.” Akarak left, ducking his head through the kitchen door.

Am I insane? I just invited an alien to supper, and I am cooking! 
Billie found a set of measuring cups and gave them to Travis; she didn't want him to see she was upset. He happily banged a plastic bowl with them, pleased with the new toys. Her legs felt weak. She sat down in the breakfast nook and tried to think of what she should do.
Should she try to escape? The aliens had killed millions of people!
But where would she go? How would she keep Travis safe?
This alien, Akarak, did not seem violent. She had to survive, she had to keep Travis alive. Right now it was spring, but all too soon it would be cold again, for months and months. In the past weeks she had refused to think of winter and the hardship ahead. But even if she left this ranch, how long would it take her to find a house with piles and piles of wood? And that would only be for one winter...if they survived there would have to be wood for every winter, and food.
They weren't in a city now, with a grocery store full of canned goods just a couple miles away. She wasn't sure where they were.  In the north, far away, there were mountains. Hills to the west. She might still be in Wyoming, but how fast had that alien chariot flown? They  could be in Utah  or Montana for all she knew.
There were probably stacks of mail somewhere in the house. When Travis took his nap she'd look. At least find out where this ranch was located.
Billie went back to the bread dough on the counter and continued kneading it. Making a friend of the alien seemed like a possibility. She did not think he intended to make her a slave, or kill her or Travis. He had shown no anger or violence.
She placed the dough in greased bowl and covered it with a clean tea towel. Maybe she was naive. Maybe she was a Pollyanna, trying to make the best of this. But what else could she do?

Monday, February 16, 2015

Teaser Tuesday: Alien Invasion WIP

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With all the chatter I've run across about alien sex, dinosaur porn, bigfoot lovers etc, I had an idea for an alien romance, just for the fun of it, like 50s B Movie. This is a work in progress and wasn't something I planned to write or publish. But I really like Akarak and Billie. So far untitled. Maybe I'll title it Harm Bad!


The alien slapped himself with both arms and all his other appendages— his long spiked tail and green and yellow tentacles that grew down the center of his spine. “Akarak no harm. Harm bad.”
Harm bad. Billie nodded. She slapped herself on the chest. “Billie. No harm, harm bad.” 
Billie patted the child in her arms who stared at Akarak in fascination. “Travis no harm, harm bad.”
The alien looked at her with his faceted eyes of many colors. “Billlie. Travisssss.” He repeated. Then he pointed at the dog.
“Dog.” She patted the Chihuahua. “Scamper. No harm. Harm bad.”
“ Dog. Sssscamperr. Harm bad.”
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Saturday, February 14, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors: Starwoman's Sanctuary








   His face was expressive, and the look of fear gave Skyleen a chill. Little Arla could die.
   “She could die.”
   The small man nodded, teal eyes filling with tears.
   “You have a ship and can help her?”
“Ya, ya.” He rushed from the room and proceeded down a long corridor, his wings assisting him as he sprinted with Arla in his arms. Skyleen tore after him, weapon pointed even though it was not a model she was familiar with.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Scifi Romance Valentine's Day Party--with Gifts!


  a fan and readers group on Facebook,

 is having a party!

Ebooks and More!

I am giving away a necklace!