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Sunday, August 23, 2015

SFR Sunday Share --Celstar

 I have a short story set on a colony planet called Celstar, Harvest Moons. It has sat out there all alone for a long time, but recently I've been working on another Space Frontier book set on Celstar. Actually two books.  Both books have people who have left a war torn planet named Sarganza. Only the wealthy can leave Sarganza, and the couple in the first story, Freedawn, come from wealthy aristocratic  families, and their marriage was arranged when they were eighteen. Jax' family supported the warmonger, and their side lost.

Celstar is a world with shifters immigrants, lab made humans, mysterious humanoids, and a little magic.

From Freedawn Colony:

Jax looked out the transport window and wondered where his land was. Tier Three, for  the third wave of settlers, was roughly the third circle of steadings from the center town. The steadings at this point were just a fence, a well head and a leveled building site. The third circle on the north edged along the Freedawn river, and his land was somewhere along that river line. He would be some distance from town, but with the advantage of developed services in town and less predators in the forest.
In one of the small Tier One settler's homes, or perhaps in one of the buildings for the merchants in town, was his wife.
Lilac's trail hadn't been hard to follow and at that time he had riches and power to find far more difficult information. He'd almost sent men to haul her back. But somewhere in the back of his mind was the knowledge she was safer far away from Sarganza. His father's devotion to the Usurper Scarash was doomed, and probably he was too, he thought at the time, since his fate was tied to his father’s. 
Lilac at least would live, slopping hogs in some chilly wilderness on Celstar as an agricultural immigrant. Probably marry some bear of a man and have a handful of children. Happy children, not raised in Sarganza society...That last part made him sad in a way, because he had had quite a crush on his runaway wife. But Sarganza was no place for a gentlewoman like her, no place to raise a happy family, and he was probably no kind of decent husband for her, either.

Their lives intersect with other Sarganza refugees, a large family, the Valrhysians, who were heroes on the winning side of the war.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Debbie Sue and other News

Debbie Sue and the Alien, a stand alone novella set in an 1950's alien invasion, goes to the editor this week. I finally have something finished--this is a good thing. I have several projects that are truly just weeks away from publication, I just need to hop on it.

Releases in September!

Debbie Sue and her infant nephew managed to survive the initial alien invasion. Weeks later, gathering food, they are captured by Akarak, an enormous humanoid with a forked tail, sharp teeth, spikes down his back, and faceted eyes. He is huge and horrifying--until she gets to know the gentle, scholarly soul within.

This story was inspired by all the tentacle sex chatter on the internet some months ago. I started thinking of a alien...and Akarak came to mind. But despite his size and alien appearance, he has a kind and gentle personality. I enjoyed Debbie Sue's journey to love as she discovers the benevolent, lovable being inside the monster. 

He was unlike the brighter purple and red aliens she'd seen from her window weeks ago. They had been hairless, with dog faces. His face was human-like with flared a Roman nose,  though his nostrils had triangular notches in the side. High cheekbones, carved brown lips and a square jar. He had hair, dark blue-green, fashioned into locks like twisted cords, pulled back from his face in a tail tied with shiny black leather.  Eyebrows, of that same dark aqua shade. Inhuman eyes, almond shaped and faceted turquoise with no pupil, but set in human-like eye sockets with thick dark eyelashes.
His teeth. Oh my god, his teeth. Sharp and lots of them.
He wore black shiny clothes that left his arms bare. Boots came over his knees and had sharp spurs on the heels and short spiked metallic rivets near his knees. Armor. His tail was free of armor but didn’t need it. It forked at the end into two prehensile tails that seemed capable of doing harm.
“Ssssiiit,” the alien hissed.

I am working on two fantasy romances, set in a fantasy world called Everland. At least one will release before Christmas, hopefully both.

 The Apprentice' Bride: Adler's father sends him off to a Bridal Faire to bring back a bride with no political ties to their Shire. Adler is hopeless with girls and he really wants to be at school, studying. Instead of courting the young women at the balls and teas of the Faire, he rescues an abused fruit vendor from a distant land.  

Orc in Winter The Queen's Orc guards, who accompanied her from her eastern homeland, are poisoned. Only Sherrow survives, and his life is precious to the Queen, for Sherrow is an Orc by bite, not birth.  He was human as a child, cousin and playmate of the Queen. He may survive if he can drink mother's milk. Morwenna, a young widow of a Kings Guardsman and loyal to the King, with an infant, is offered an estate up north for her service to the Crown, if Sherrow survives. If only he would stop doing dangerous things, like killing ice wyverns!

Orc was inspired by more internet chatter, which involved lactation erotica. I always felt nursing was an act of abundance and healing and had a place in a sweet and sexy romance.

Both stories take place in the same 'world' as my short story Faunication, only across the Frostmere Sea.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Writing News

I have been in the basement. Massive cleaning, repainting, etc etc. On top of my day time job I confess my time has been swallowed up. Hubby and I are still thinking of a move to Colorado so home fix-it stuff will continue.

Since this is my life, I bought a small Chromebook, which weighs about 2 pounds, that is easy to take to work for rough drafting. It does not have Scrivener, but desperate times call for desperate measures! I can write in Google Docs and pull it up on my good-but-huge laptop at home.

On the writing front Debbie Sue and the Alien goes to my editor this month so may even release in late August. It is a novella length stand alone, but should be a fun read.

I have Salvage, my cyborg novel in rough drafts gaining strength but it won't be out until winter. The Wizard's Bride (fantasy romance) is coming along and should be ready next month for the editor. A second fantasy romance, set in the same world, Orc in Winter, will be my Christmas release. In my spare time I have played with covers--here is the one for Salvage. I really like it so doubt it will change much before publication. The woman looks just like I visualize Lirielle and the man has the right hair color. Hair color is my Big Buggaboo with stock photos!

Then a  surprise to everyone, especially me. I had a dream about a group of young soldiers in a tavern, celebrating the end of a war, and marriages and babies. Then one young man gets some of his friends into a private room and tells them he has traded all his land (an he is wealthy) for a colony ship because he doesn't believe the war is really over, and he is a target, as will be his new bride and expectant child. So the men in the room have a choice.  They can stay and enjoy a short peace that will end just about the time their children are grown, or they can come with him to a new planet.

So I pondered. Obviously a steampunk type setting, the tavern was old fashioned, as were the clothes...I've been playing with the plot and have a new Starlander Saga, set several generations prior to Starlander's Myth.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Salvage H/H first appearance

I am working on my next Diaspora Worlds book, SALVAGE, in which a salvage pilot rescues a group of stranded cyborgs, abandoned after a lost battle.

The Hero and Heroine were both introduced in the book ALIEN BLOOD--*Free Today!*

Alien Blood is the story of two contestants on a galactic wilderness planet show--interrupted by an invasion. In the book they rescue two survivors. One of those is the transport pilot Dooley, who is quite charming and makes Our Hero, the perfect Puregen, jealous! I enjoyed the character Dooley and knew back then that he would have his own romance. He's scrappy.

2ln appears in Alien Blood as a cyborg, a very small cyborg.She and Dooley have amoment, though as a cyborg she is not aware. But Dooley never forgets her.

Excerpt:(Warning, nudity)

Lorl had food and was settled for the night. Dooley left her and hopped on the little float. He wanted to give Kellac and Gema some alone time, he could read the signals, so he drove around for some time. The empty corridors were boring but he had some nervous energy to burn off.   It was crazy, he knew it. But he intended 2ln to be on the transport when they left.
Earlier in the day as he had inspected the weapons the cyborgs showed him, he saw 2ln enter a door down the hall from the armory. Dooley walked in and heard water running, faintly.  He moved silently. Was there someone here? He came to a row of cots, each holding a cyborg he recognized. They were asleep and hooked via tubes to a machine. Maintenance, some type of nutrition, maybe. He knew nothing about cyborgs except they had their real brains fried so they could be ever obedient.
He followed the sound of water and walked into a shower.
2ln was bent over scrubbing her feet. She was nude except for cyborg appliances, computerized metallic plates. There was one on the side of her abdomen. There was another plate on her upper thigh, and her arm com was embedded. She’d removed her head piece, showing her bare skull, with small metallic touch points embedded to connect her head gear. Everything else was bare.
Slim, with high pink tipped breasts. Sculpted, every delicate muscle defined. Long legs and high arched feet. Calloused, rough toes. A dancer’s body.
Dooley knew dancers. His family made their livelihood with a traveling entertainment show. They traveled from planet to planet putting on musicals. He’d seen dancer’s bodies all his life. 2ln stood straight, water pouring onto her back. She looked at him and he could swear she looked… vulnerable. But how could she, she was a metal head?
“May I be of service?”
Star gods, she could. Those metal plates didn’t bother him at all—
He cleared his throat. He was not raping some poor brain dead girl, no matter how gorgeous her body was.
“No, 2ln. Continue with your shower. I was just inspecting the floor.”
He had never considered about what the cyborg bodies were like under those heavy suits. They seemed sexless. Now he realized the thick shiny material flattened out and disguised any shape underneath. They had to have gender, and some were female.
He sure hadn’t expected a body like that under the cyborg uniform.
“Are there specs on cyborgs on the com?”
“Yes sir. I can send you the link.”
“Very good. Carry on.” He needed to get out of there before he did something disgusting. What a body, so fine. Those big pink nipples, resting high, just right for his mouth…
On impulse Dooley gave a command. “Pistolet! Chase’!”
2LN froze. Her eyes blinked twice, and then her lithe body, no longer disguised under the thick armor, moved gracefully into the dance moves. She landed lightly on her feet and stood unmoving, awaiting orders.
Dooley walked toward her. “You remember. You were a dancer, once.” They’re not supposed to remember anything of their former life. Essentially brain dead. Yet she moved with the practiced ease of years of formal dance training.
She blinked again. “How may I assist you, sir?”

Saturday, July 11, 2015

#8Sunday From Salvage, WIP Diaspora Worlds #Scifirom

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Today's excerpt is from my upcoming Diaspora Worlds Book!
“But they may not be good memories,” Tshila said.
Lirielle thought about that. They must have been sold, or captured or something, to end up as cyborgs.
“It is better to know,” Heath spoke. “Better to know the good and the bad. To live real again.”
Lirielle remember lofting into the air above the stage, twirling, light as  a puff seed on the wind. “Yes. Live real.”

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Updates, Excerpts, Premade Covers etc

I took a break from writing for a few weeks since I was having constant issues with my hands. My day job is on a computer keyboard so sometimes I just have over use and the hands need time for the inflammation to recede. Such is life. But I am getting some writing done, so that is good.

I  find Photoshop relaxing and have way more stock photos then I'll ever use so decided to offer some premade covers suitable for ebooks. These are all made from stock and either scifi rom or fantasy rom. I'll keep the psd files and probably could be persuaded to make  series related covers  etc. Look for the Page on my blog for more info.

I've been working fantasy stories and also  a flash short for an antho. The flash short has a sentient cyborg hero, hiding his conscious awareness in a busy medical lab, and a woman out of time, found in an old sleep space tube on a derelict ship.

Here are a couple excerpts:
A Space Hub Far From Home (scifi rom)

“DV, run these blood tests immediately. A salvage ship picked up an iced tubed and Pelcorp wants to see what we have.”
DV took the tube to the lab and looked at the tests Pelcorp wanted. All were standard, though a few would take several hours. He had the lab to himself after 22:00 and mostly ran routine drug tests for Pelcorp Career Services. Sometimes, if there was a big accident on the Hub, the hospital would send him some emergency testing. Those were often much more interesting to work on than the routine jobs.
This job would be intriguing. Some of the tests might determine where the sleeper was raised, and when.
An hour later the first of the test reports popped up on his screen. Female. Fertile, which indicated under thirty five. Terran, of course. No first tier illnesses, infections or disease. He forwarded the data to Pelcorp.

Poor woman. They'd probably send her to Cyborg Processing to pay for her medical care.

Orc in Winter (fantasy rom)

That has already been determined. Fiona will accompany the carriage and will have food from the King’s own kitchen brought. There is also a page who can assist Sherro with personal matters and bathing. You’ll find Dudley to be a cheerful lad.”
Morwenna wrote a reply on a small piece of parchment Palaver handed her. She was glad he brought it for there was no parchment in her simple cottage, and only one pen and inkpot. She refused to think about the actual act of feeding an orc, instead she thought of Owen. An estate near her parent’s home!
Palaver took to his steed and left a cloud of dust as the horse’s hooves took her lane.
I hope I didn’t make an awful mistake.

The party from the king arrived before midday. A common farm cart, driven by two plainly dresses men, no armaments. A boy about twelve sat in the rear of the cart, and the contents were covered by canvas as though to keep out the rain, but the day was cloudless. They were hiding the transport of the orc, she realized.
Her stomach tightened. Was this going to bring danger to her and Owen? Someone had tried to kill him.
As they entered her yard she recognized one driver as a Guardsman. He leapt down.
You are here alone, Mistress?”
Yes sir, just me and my babe.”
The orc is asleep, Fiona gave him a draught for the journey because the jarring on the road would be painful. His wounded stomach pains him, as does his teeth.”
She nodded. “I moved my table to make space for a pallet.”
With that the page, a boy plain of face, thick built, with a mass of curly blond hair, jumped out of the cart and began hauling wooden planks out. A bedframe.
This is Dudley, a page from the palace. He’s a good lad.”
The boy grinned showing deep dimples, but continued unloading. Soon the three had a pallet with rope, a thick mattress, and the orc all inside her cottage.
The boy can help with your farm work. I must warn you he eats like a beast, but Fiona will be along shortly with goods.”
Morwenna was glad to learn Fiona would come by. The sheer size of the sleeping orc shocked her. His hands were the size of hams hanging from her rafter. The bed took up most of the room in her small cottage, forcing everything else back against the walls.
Do not mention to your neighbors you are hosting the orc. If he does well we will transport you north to the estate in a fortnight. It is just fourteen miles from your parents’ home. We are leaving a fast pony for the boy, in case you need help. And the lad is good with a crossbow.”
A day’s journey from her parents! She was seven days journey from home now, and it was impossible to leave a small farm for a journey. She hadn’t seen her mother since her marriage three years ago.
Morwenna had no time to dwell on that, though.
The Guardsman left. “Come, Dudley. My cottage is so small I must have you sleep in the loft, but I think you will find it comfortable.” Dudley grabbed a leather bag and his crossbow, which looked far too lethal for a twelve year old to manage. Morwenna took him to the barn and then clambered up to the hay filled loft. She was worried it would be too plain for a page, probably the scion of a wealthy family, being carefully trained in the palace. Noble families vied for such positions for their sons, she knew. “I hope you are comfortable enough. There is quite a bit of hay, and those wool blankets are a tight weave so straw won't poke through.”
I will do well, milady.” Dudley had found Patches and her latest kittens resting comfortably in the straw. “I will have company up here and I can make a comfortable bed on the straw. I will be very careful of the oil lamp, milady, and leave it on the hook. In fact I doubt I will need it much, I have excellent night vision.”
She grinned as the boy chattered on. His cheerful demeanor gave her ease and made her feel more comfortable about the leather skinned man in her cottage.

Monday, June 22, 2015

The SFR Bridgade Summer Cafe--Androids and Aliens!

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I chose this week because my Diaspora Worlds Series has cyborgs, lab perfected humans--The Puregens-- and humanoid aliens, the Zh Cle'.

When Terrans left the Sol system for new suns, they discovered a humanoid race with lizard characteristics living in peaceful agrarian colonies. These aliens had scales, barbed tails, and some had wings for flight. As time went by, Terrans learned that Terrans and Zh Cle' could reproduce.

Technology continued to develop, and eventually some Terran colonies began not only restricting the immigration of Zh Cle' blood people to their worlds, they started perfecting their young in labs. The Zh Cle' were confined to their worlds, and not given full voting rights in the Galactic Senate. They became the underclass of the the Alliance Worlds.

Not all worlds were Alliance worlds. Some were rogue, some were enemies.   A group, The Gorvas, developed cyborg technology and turned enemy soldiers into cyborg warrior. Border skirmishes were common and the goal of the Gorvas was to get to the rich tech worlds of the Alliance.

In my series one heroine is the contract wife of a warlord. She lives in luxury with her cyborg servant--who turns out to be the son of planetary royalty. Her Cyborg Awakes

In book two (all the books can be read as stand alones) two prisoners from the high tech world Toph are chosen to play a wilderness planet survival game. Kellac is another son of the Protectorate, and he expects to be freed by diplomatic means soon. But the contest is Gema's only hope for freedom. Alien Blood

Who do the poor and helpless turn to in the future?  In book three a Starwoman with a Sanctuary on a busy commercial space hub must evacuate with all her people--with the help of a wealthy stranger who turns out to be the Heir to the Protectorate of New Prague. Starwoman's Sanctuary.

In book four we have a scientist, the youngest son of the Protectorate of New Prague who decides to marry one of the society girls his mother always hoped one of her sons would marry. But his bride has an ugly secret, and hiding with her on the southern swamp continent of New Prague is not safe at all. Escaping Poison

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