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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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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!


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 is having a party!

Ebooks and More!

I am giving away a necklace!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Tuesday Teaser Scifi Romance Group 2/3



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This excerpt is a snippet from a new trilogy I am planning, Starpath. Cat Shifters in Spaaace! I am still plotting but have several scenes of book one roughed out.




They left the arena on their private shuttle, but none of his band mates asked about his excitement. They would wait until they were safely aboard the Rampage, which was docked off-world on a space dock built for ships that did not enter atmosphere.

Once aboard Rohan said. “Meet me if fifteen for a meal. I have news. They all rushed to their private quarters to get out of their concert costumes, and gather ed together in the private dining room.

Rohan was already there waiting for them. He sealed the door, locking out the rest of the crew. “It is what we have been waiting for. Look at this.” He played the vid.

Daire, the band’s drummer, was the true expert in Seeder language. He moved to the front of the screen, obscuring the view for everyone else—who did not protest. Daire, short, slim, with a mop of gold ringlets and a baby face, seemed unlikely to be expert at anything, but on the cryptic Seeder language he could not be bested.

“This is real. Where is it located?” Daire’s voice throbbed with emotion.

“That I don’t know yet. The coordinates are stored on Greel, in the Department of Exploration and Immigration.
“Greel is in chaos,” Nial spoke.

“Yes,” Rohan said. “But that could be to our advantage. There are no government officials to bribe at this time, with several warring factions claiming the planet, but none actually in possession of it. Instead of bribery, we will form a team to get the information ourselves. I'll need you to research that, Breac.”

“We’ll need to know the department’s computer system.” Breac's pale blue eyes seemed to glow with excitement.

Rohan nodded. “Good. Once we know that we’ll either learn it ourselves, or find someone who’ll be willing to do the job. And men, don't mention this outside this group. This is the closet we have ever come to finding the Starpath. Let us move forward with care.”

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors excerpt Cirque, SFR

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From
 Cirque Liatris
Book One,  

Under Distant Stars 
 ~ Diaspora Worlds Mini-Series



She woke up wedged in a crevice. Far above her bright flashes showed rough rock walls with a small opening. She was trapped tight against rock. Muscles tense, she wiggled, wild to get free.
What if I make myself drop?
She held still. The data record of her bios in her eye frame showed her heart rate and blood pressure were far too high. Her head ached and the pain sharpened when she turned her head, but otherwise her body, and more importantly, her enviro suit, were functional.

Monday, January 26, 2015

SFR Group Teaser Tuesday #sfrgtt

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From a WIP in my new miniseries 
Diaspora Worlds~ Under Distant Stars
Cirque Du Cyborg(working title):


She woke up wedged in a crevice. Bright flashes far away showed rough rock walls with a small opening far above. She was trapped tight against rock, hardly able to move. Muscles tense, she wiggled, wild to get free.
What if I make myself drop?
She held still. The data record of her bios showed her that her heart rate and blood pressure were far too high. Her head ached and the pain sharpened when she turned her head, but otherwise her body, and more importantly, her enviro suit, were functional.
Rest, calm down for a moment. Figure out what happened.
Nothing came to her for a moment. Panic returned. She countered it by closing her eyes and forcing slow, deep breaths.
Lirielle. My name.
The second thing she remembered was 2ln77. Her cyborg designation.
Memories did not return. How long had she been in this hole? She opened her eyes and searched the data that showed at the edge of her sight. Her weapons were offline. That was probably good, considering she was stuck in a hole.
Her clock. Mission started... six hours ago. Six hours! It was to be a fast strike, no more than an hour.
Had they left her on the asteroid?

Who would rescue a cyborg?