Thursday, July 24, 2014

Starlander's Myth For Sale Now!

A steampunk, space western romance with with a good guy, bad guys, a young widowed mother, paranormal elements and a family legend!

$2.99 on **Amazon**!


Asteroid miner Jack Starlander stumbles upon the illegal sale of a woman and child with unusual abilities. Jack once fought to free slaves and can't abide slavers. In the ensuing shoot out, two important men die. Jack, Sophie and her daughter and Jack's close neighbors are forced to flee to safety. Their journey takes them into deadly danger.
An Antiquarian with her own ancient secret, Sophie knows old stories may seem fantastical but have core of truth. She recognizes the mythic thread in the old Starlander legend. Perhaps his family's myth can save them.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Surprise! A Release Next Weekend!

I unexpectedly got the rights back to a steampunk spacewestern novella! I was expecting the rights to revert in November so did a little preliminary work. Steampunk covers are HARD! It's hard to find couples that look Victorian  and attractive, forget about actual hair color.

WHY do I like red head and blond heroes? The stock photo options are scarce.

I like how this has turned out. My hero is dressed more formally than I would like, but other than paying for a shoot and spending thousands, I'm pretty satisfied. I did it poster-ized since the background is a painting. Showing my age, but it reminds me of the old TV show, Wild Wild West.

The book was originally title The Starlander Frontier: Starlander's Myth, which was the publisher's idea. I always thought of it as Starlander's Myth so I decided to retitle it a bit. It is a novella with supernatural and paranormal elements. And robots. Also moms and children.

Fun Fact: My hero and heroine are named Jack and Sophie. Heather Massey has a steampunk story, Steambot Rampage in the antho  Dreamspell Steampunk  Volume 1 that came out around the same time frame--and her hero and heroine were also Sophie and Jack!

Known only to the author fact: The universe in my Diaspora Worlds books and in the Starlander Frontier are the same universe, just different times. Diaspora Worlds takes place after many planets are colonized and form an Alliance. Starlander's Myth takes place much sooner, just a couple hundred years in our future.

The planet Starlander's Green, a hospitable world that is difficult to find, makes an appearance in Starwoman's Sanctuary under the name of Arden. It has changed drastically.

Evil Plan: This was supposed to be a trilogy but I held back due to the crazy issues of publishing--the novella was priced way too high. Now that it is once again in my clutches, I think I will dust off the plans I originally made.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Cover Reveal--Sabine Priestley!

Fellow SFR Brigade Member has an upcoming release! Delighted to announce her cover reveal today!

Alien Attachments Book One


Finding one’s psi-mate is something every Sandarian dreams of. Too bad Ian’s family and society would never allow him to bond with a human. And even if he could, Dani would never let some alien voodoo tell her who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. No matter how hot he is.



Waves of pleasure radiated out from his touch. She looked up into his eyes. They truly were the greenest eyes she’d ever seen and as she watched, they began to glow.
Oh, shit. Dani took a slow, shaky breath. She stood in the arms of an alien and this was the point of no return. Did she want to return? 
His thumb brushed her lower lip.
The heat in her grew. 
Her name was a rumbling growl that reverberated deep inside. She tingled everywhere. 
He leaned forward, his mouth brushed her ear. “I’ll leave if you want me to, just say the word.”
He kissed her neck, tentatively, questioningly.  The heat of his lips melted any resolve she may have harbored. The thought of him leaving her now, in this state, was unbearable. Aroused on every level, she reached her arms around his neck and pressed against him. 
This must be a dream. She moaned as he nipped his way down her neck causing little sparks of pain. Her entire body rippled with the effect. If I wake up now, I’m killing the person responsible. 


Sabine grew up in Phoenix, but has lived in Arizona, California, Colorado, Utah, Idaho, Texas, Massachusetts and Florida. She has a BS in Electrical Engineering Technologies and did everything but her thesis for a Masters degree in Cultural Anthropology, looking at the nexus of culture and technology. She was a Project Manager flying back and forth between Tucson and Boston when she met her very own alien. She spent a year running the QA department for a seriously cool and under appreciated computer telephony system then moved to California where she ran a small tech support group for a company making DSL routers before anyone knew what DSL was. A life long fan of Science Fiction and Romance novels, Alien Attachments naturally gelled in her imagination. Sabine lives in Florida with her husband, kids, cats and whole mess of characters in her head. 



Friday, July 11, 2014

#SFRBRIGADE Snippet from Neon Orchid

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I've been sharing from my upcoming release, Neon Orchid. I've been sharing from what I call the Mud scene, and if you scroll back through my blog you'll find a couple previous Mud entries.

“But it did have a tongue,” Karvar said. “That feathery thing.”
Brielle felt stupid in front of her famous scientist husband. “Oh. Right, the plume. When it first came out I thought it was a piece of plant it had eaten.”
“Certainly like nothing I’ve seen before. We don’t want the salp to hit the flitter with that tongue. A crash would be too dangerous. I wonder how long that tongue is?”
They checked the entry about the mud salp but it had no information on how far the tongue could strike.
 “I think we are stuck here for a while. I can’t push the flitter forward, and if I reverse it we are too close to the salp. We can’t risk damage to the ship.”
“Can you anchor us? So we’re more level? Leaning sideways like this is uncomfortable.”
“Sure.” Karvar jimmied the ship in increments until the flitter was level, then sent out anchors. "We should be safe enough here for a while.”
Brielle watched the salp on her view screen while he maneuvered the ship. “I’m not so sure. Does it look the the drone is coming back up? I think it is closer to the mouth.”

Saturday, July 5, 2014

WEWRIWA -Mud 2, Neon Orchid

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This is another snippet from the MUD scene, in Neon Orchid, my upcoming release.

“‘New Prague Mud Salp…native, not a result of Terra forming.  Gelatinous but with strong muscular fiber. Adults root in pools of mud and are territorial; once rooted a salp will fight any intruder to the death. Adults reproduce asexually, flinging buds into the forest and neighboring mud pools. Plumed salps have a fan-shaped, sticky tongue to prevent prey from escaping from their mouths, those are generally smaller and eat insects and small amphibians.’”
Brielle looked at the writhing beast. “I didn’t see a tongue.”
“No, I suspect it would fight us to the death,” Karvar said.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Freedom to READ!

I've been reading a lot lately. New books, old rereads, Harry Potter fanfic, children's books...books every night and on my lunch hour. I've been going to bed a half hour early and reading in bed on my mini tablet. Maybe I'll get around to an update on Goodreads.

Today I was thinking about reading, and also about Fourth of July. I've also been reading craft books and did some research on the story structure of the Harry Potter Series  (which I think is  magnificent, and if you are an adult who has experienced loss is well worth the read for what it tells in story about moving forward with love in the face of death.) So reading, thinking, brain has been busy.

There was a small period of time where reading was discouraged in my life. My hubby and I were once part of the Jesus Freak movement, and in the earliest days our experience was nothing but positive. People in our little world really tried to live love... That changed as things became more organized and churchy, with demands to 'obey' men of god, yada yada. So for a period of time we were stuck in a group that discouraged reading as a waste of time, and perhaps spiritually dangerous. Sheesh.

I kept reading. Books from the library, books from yard sales and used book stores (I was a stay at home mom with little cash). I read while the girls were in the bath, sitting on the floor next to the tub. I had an easy chair in their bedroom which got a beam of light right from the hallway, and I would sit in there as they settled to sleep, first reading out loud and then picking up my latest book and
 reading in the crack of light.

What a weird, uncomfortable time, to have to read in secret. Yet thousands of people are still doing that. Some have to do fancy computer tricks to get to sites where they can read, and these are not children, but people caught up in belief systems or political systems that restrict their freedoms every day. Just the act of reading is an act of personal rebellion. As I sit in my living room with an ereader full of books, I think about that. How thankful I am for this freedom that is so easy to take for granted!

Friday, June 27, 2014

WeWriWa : In the Mud

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My Eight Sentence Snippet today is from what I call The 'Mud' Scene.

The flitter swerved sideways and they landed with a thump, resting against a tree trunk. “Well, that wasn’t so bad,” Karvar whispered. “Better than I would have dared hide it.” 
They were deep under thick growth, barely able to see out of the flitter’s windows due to the thick ferns and leaves surrounding them.
The drone, lights glinting in the gloom of the forest,whipped by. The beast lunged at it, opening a wide circular maw from which a feathery tongue emerged. The tongue snapped out at the drone, surrounding it, and pulled it rapidly into the wide mouth. The mud beast swallowed it.


While his brothers roam the universe finding adventure and love, Karvar remains on New Prague, working for the Protectorate (his mother) as a physician and researcher. He decides to marry one of the young ladies selected by his mother. Brielle is gorgeous, sweet, and she likes children. He is confident their marriage will work well.

Until his wedding night, when Brielle collapses and confesses she is being blackmailed with a powerful drug addiction to spy on his family...