Monday, September 29, 2014

Lots going on on Earth these days.

Lot's going on these days on our little Blue Green Planet.

Scientist can make translucent mouse now. I'm sure the mice hate it. I mean seriously how would like to watch your food process as you ate it?

Just think how it would change the way we interacted with one another. Instead of asking your friend if he/she wants to go to the bathroom with you, you can say, "You're bladder is topped, let's go to the bathroom."

And when you are sitting beside a jerk at the bar and you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to get away from he'll be a super jerk and call you on it.

That does assume the alien race that dropped down and made us translucent like we did the poor mouse took away our clothes as well. But why make something translucent if you allow it to wear clothes. Kinda of defeats the purpose.

It doesn't sound like a very fun life being translucent and naked. So let's leave the mouse alone. We have bigger problems.

Let's discuss the poor little flying squirrel of San Bernardino.

Now that is a cute little fellow.  He's got skin flaps between his body and legs that allow him to hang-glide from one very tall tree to another.

Sadly, climate change is reducing the truffles he likes to eat. People are encroaching on his habitat and trimming the trees.  

I would like you for a moment put yourself in the squirrel's situation for a moment. You wake up, discover there's no coffee in the house, and stumble out the front door only to fall on your face because someone has removed the steps to your house. I dare say you would be a bit miffed. Especially if you have a great deal of steps and now you can't get back into your house.

Well, now you know how the little squirrel feels.
Some people are trying to get them classified as Endangered. But I don't expect it to happen. The squirrels are poorly documented. (They'll probably be deported to Mexico.)

Upon hearing about a volcano explosion in Japan 

(to go with those in Iceland) 

and that scientists now think the reversal of the poles could happen anytime, it made me realize we should probably declare humans an endangered species as well.

Yes, there are billions of us...right now. But between our propensity to slaughter others of our species, the upcoming pole reversal, and our climate change, triggering volcanoes, earthquakes, deadly storms, floods, intense heat and freezing colds, and the warmed ocean releasing sufficient methane gas to finish off anyone who didn't go in the prior incidents, I believe our billions will whittle down to a few thousand who will hide deep under the ground in hopes of surviving. I don't think they'll succeed. The deep freeze that follows is long lived.

It does make me wonder if Martians destroyed their planet, much like we are doing with this one, but had sufficient time to build a ship and landed on Earth, only to be wiped out in this planet's cleansing cycle.

People keep saying we caused this with our bad management of the planet. We've certainly abused our home, but I remain unconvinced that we are the major cause behind the climate change. Before homo-sapiens ever evolved from the apes, this planet has repeatedly had a global warming followed by a freeze. During the global warming the planet had massive volcanic eruptions, earth plates shifting, methane gas poisoning.

But please, let's stop saying global climate change isn't happening. It's happened too many times to doubt it happening again. This should be our number one focus because it doesn't matter if we caused it or not. The hard and ugly fact is we won't survive it. So our only choice is to stop fighting each other and spend all our efforts on stopping it. That is what we should focus on: The survival of the Human Race. 

We have to become better managers of the world, because we are just years away from being fired. That's right YEARS, not decades, not millenniums. The closer we get to the tipping point, the faster matters escalate.  

For example, it was previously believed our magnetic force around the earth was decreasing 5% a century. Recent studies indicate it is now decreasing at 5% a decade.

I can only wonder what it will show next year...

The weakening magnetic force is  believed to indicate the arrival of our magnetic pole flip. What happens to Earth and our electrical infrastructure when that happens? Does anyone know? If our data gets fried along with our grids, we are as good as dead, except for some tribes in Africa. 

We've never faced a situation this serious before. Just as we've never faced Global Warming and then Freezing before. But that should be the focus of our attention. Sadly, our future survival doesn't make the top ten of our daily concerns.

Here's an interesting survey recently taken. People who believe in science are more likely NOT to be worried about Global Warming. Possibly because they have confidence scientists will solve the problem. Unfortunately, scientists aren't supermen. They can explain the problem, but by the time any politician is going to listen, it will be too late.

The 2nd group who isn't concerned about global warming is Parents. The guess as to why is that they NEED to believe there will be a good place for their children to live when they grow up, thus they block dangers they cannot personally protect them against from their minds.

 If only that worked...

But it does explain why people are working so hard to save the adorable little flying squirrel. A) it's really cute and B) saving it seems possible. Saving Earth...way too hard.

I should rephrase that. We aren't actually trying to save Earth. Earth will go on as a planet without us, and in a million years there may be little proof we ever existed. Then it will warm and new, life will evolve.  

Earth doesn't need saved. We do!

Seriously, I don't want to reincarnate into an amoeba a million years from now. It's hard to spell and I won't be able to write novels.

Liza O'Connor is an author who reads way too much Scientific American.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews Mirror Shattered by KG Stutts

Today, I'm interviewing KG Stutts' Mirror Shattered.

Mirror Shattered is book 2 in a sci-fi romance series by the very talented KG Stutts. The first book, Mirror Image, introduced us to Maddie, a brilliant scientist who learns she is a clone. 

In book 2 Maddy discovers she is NOT the clone, but her warrior other self, Mack is. The revelations pretty well destroys Mack.Under the shaky leadership of a new commander, the team discovers an ancient and violent species isn't as extinct a they'd been told.  

The Synth managed to go back in time to kill the team's former commander, Charlie Westlake, before he can befriend the Isgurds and form the ISC. Their only chance to save Earth is to go back to 1965 and stop the Synth from killing the 13 yr. old genius. The team is willing to do this, no matter how many times they must do to succeed. Mankind depends upon it.

Liza’s Review

To be honest, I actually enjoyed book two MORE than book one, and I loved book one.

K.G. Stutts is an incredibly talented Sci-fi writer. The book was superbly written, beautifully edited, cleverly complex, but always made sense. As in book 1 you should Expect the Unexpected with nonstop action.

This is one of those rare books I’ll want to read again. It was pure pleasure from beginning to end. 
I cannot wait to read book three!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews Mission to Mahjundar by Veronica Scott.

Today, we've another book from Veronica to interview.  Is the transport working?

Space Rep: Mostly.

Liza: What exactly does that mean?

Space Rep: We are experiencing a problem with e. As long as the book doesn't use e's, we should be fine.

Liza: Are you serious. The letter e is in almost every word in the alphabet. In fact, in the English language, it is THE most frequently used letter.

Space Rep: Guess that's why it's gone gimpy.

Liza: And what is your solution to this serious problem?

Space Rep: We'll send it out to an editor before we return it to Veronica.

Liza: That is not going to work. The editor won't know what Veronica meant to say.

Space Rep: Then we'll send it back to Veronica and let her fix it.

Liza: Or we could just tell her of our problem and wait until we can get it fixed...

Space Rep: NO WAY! My other self from a universe one hour ahead of us says this is a great book and I want to read it now!

Liza: Well, warm up the transporter...

Liza: Oh, that's nice...
Liza: Welcome...What can I call you? Miss, Mah and Jun sound way too feminine. So, it's either Ion or Dar...

Book: But I have two main characters. Why don't we let them both be represented by Miss and Ion, or to make matters easier: Mission.

Liza: Clever, and since there are NO e's in the word I will agree to it. So tell me about yourself.

Mission: An attempted assassination left Princess Shalira blind as a child.

Liza: That's terrible. Was the assassin caught and beheaded?

Mission: No. He may even appear in the current book to make more trouble.

Liza: I'm very sorry to hear that. How has life treated her otherwise?

Mission: Not so good. She’s of marriageable age, now, but her prospects are poor because of her disability. 

Liza: I see why you needed to include a bit of her in your name. Will I like her?

Mission: Most certainly. 

Liza: Then she shouldn't give up. A good man will show up, I'm sure of it!

Mission: Unfortunately, she does not believe that is true. She’s resigned herself to an arranged marriage rather than face life under the thumb of her cold stepmother. 

Liza: But I'm sure Veronica Scott will send the handsome hunk on the cover to her.

Mission: She does. His name is Mike Varone. He's a Sectors Special Forces officer sent to Mahjundar by the intergalactic government to retrieve a ship lost in her planet’s mountains. 

Liza: Then he'll see her beauty both skin deep and within her heart then fall madly in love, HEA, the end!

Mission: Not so fast. The first thing he has to do is save Shalira from another assassination attempt.

Liza: Thank God, he'd arrived in time to do that.

Mission: I agree. Thankfully, she arranges for him to escort her across the planet to her future husband. 

Liza: She's still going through with her arranged marriage?

Mission: She’s fallen hard for the deadly offworlder and would deny herself the temptation of his presence, but her sense of survival is telling her that taking Mike along to protect her is the only way she’ll live long enough to escape her ruthless stepmother.

Liza: And how does Mike take the news? 

Mission: Mike, for his part, resists his growing attraction to the princess. He has a mission on this planet and rescuing the vulnerable but brave princess isn’t it, no matter how much he wishes it could be.

Liza: But they have a long trek before them. Maybe they can rethink their current terrible plans. How long does it take to get from here to there?

Mission: What should have been an easy few days' trek through Mahjundar’s peaceful lands swiftly turns into an ambush with danger around every turn. 

Liza: Is it the step-mother, or something worse than that? 

Mission: I admit, Shalira’s marriage begins to seem less like an arranged union and more like yet another planned assassination.

Liza: But who is behind this? Is it the same person who blinded her as a child? Is it the step-mother? Is her arranged husband working with an outside force?

Mission: I cannot say. But I will tell you the more they work together to survive, the harder it becomes to stop themselves from falling in love. 

Liza: Yes!

Mission: Caught in a race against time, can they--

 Space Rep: STOP!!!! Liza hates being asked questions she doesn't know the answer to.

Mission: Oh do I proceed?

Space Rep: I don't know, your ending: 'can they escape the hostile forces hunting them and make it off the planet?' is rather a loaded gun with a hair trigger.  Do you have an excerpt to distract her with?

Mission: Liza, would you like to peek beneath my covers to know more?

Liza: Now that's a question I can answer. Yes, I would!

A little silence fell between them. Mike had the distinct impression the princess’s thoughts were elsewhere. Finally, she sighed. “At the presentation ceremony, did the minister ask if you’d be willing to ride in my caravan?”
“Ask? More of a threat.” Mike knew his frustration was showing. He sipped at the sweet drink. “Ride with you or have my own mission cancelled.”
“And you don’t sound pleased. I wish I could have made the request myself.” She nibbled on a cracker, brushing crumbs from her lap.
“Forgive me, Your Highness, but why do you want us to go with you?” He leaned forward. “I’m on an urgent mission. Your route causes me quite a delay, which I can't afford without good reason.”
“You’re searching in the mountains for a lost military ship, aren’t you? To give those who died the proper burial, set their spirits free?”
“Well, yes.” Mike was aware Command had used those terms to explain the request for access to this closed world. The Mahjundans, with their various beliefs about spirits, death, and proper conveyance to the afterlife, understood and had consented to a burial detail. Of course there’s another, more important strategic reason for me to delay my hard-earned retirement and accept this last mission. He wasn't about to explain the classified background to anyone, not even this beautiful, solemn woman whose proximity was definitely having an effect on him.
“But the dead have infinite patience, Major. Surely you can spare a few days for the living?” Leaning forward, she set her glass on the table, perilously close to the edge.
He shifted the glass to a safer location. “Your Highness—”
“You may call me Shalira, if you like.” Scooting slightly toward him, smiling, she raised her elegantly curved eyebrows. “One who has saved the life of a princess is entitled to the use of her name.”
“Thank you, I’m honored, Shalira, but—”
“Would you let the life you saved be lost so soon?” Tears shimmered in the depths of her unseeing brown eyes as she turned her face directly to him. Mike could­n't look away, even though he knew she wasn’t actually seeing him, or his reactions. He put his glass on the table too hard, cracking the base.
“There are those who don’t want me to reach my wedding. The palace rustles with rumors of plots, schemes in motion to take advantage of this final opportunity to kill me. Once I’m safe with my bridegroom-to-be, I’ll be beyond the schemers’ reach, but I have to get to him.” Shalira rubbed her elegant fingers across the pendant as if it were an amulet giving her strength. “I hope that if you ride with me, those who plan my murder will be afraid to proceed under the attention of outworlders.”
What do I say to this? He hadn’t anticipated an appeal along these dramatic lines. “Do you think the bomb yesterday was an attempt to assassinate you?”
“No, assuredly Maralika was the target.” Shalira shook her head. “The empress is pursuing a host of unpopular actions—forbidding the older forms of worship, tearing down temples, forcing the people to pay taxes to her new gods, consolidating power for herself and her son. My father is not a well man, Major. Everyone knows he doesn’t have long to live, and she plans to rule when he’s gone.”
“But there’s opposition to her?” Mike was aware there was. Planetary politics had been a prominent part of his briefing, but he was curious how much Shalira might add.
“Her son is the heir since my brother was murdered, but the throne of Mahjundar has often been claimed by bloodshed rather than by rule of law. I have to get away from here, before the emperor dies.” She laughed, the sound bitter. “Playing the Princess of Shadows won’t protect me after his death.”
“Princess of Shadows?” Nothing about that in our briefing. He remembered the empress had also used the term to refer to Shalira.
“It’s an old folktale about a girl of royal blood who hid from her enemies in the shadows of the palace walls, disguised as a beggar, until her true love rescued her.” Gesturing to her eyes, Shalira said, “It’s meant as an insult to me, since I can’t see, not even shadows, and I’ve lived the past fifteen years on the fringes of the court, out of the ‘sun’.”

Copyright Veronica Scott 2014

Space Rep: Oh that was so good. Let me find the links so we can buy it!

Liza: For once I am in agreement. Mission, thank you for sharing yourself. Did the prior book warn you that I keep you for 3 days?

Mission: No....

Liza: Well, the transformer only works once every three days. And Space Rep, that gives you 3 days to fix the 'e' problem. And I want it fixed!

Space Rep: Will you buy me the book if I get the 'e' to behave?

Liza: Since I was going to buy it any way, the answer is YES!

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Printing Goes Big! Really Big!

Remember on Star Trek when anything you wanted would suddenly appear in the microwave like thingy.

Well, dish the microwave and go for a giant printer and the future is here.

One of the first things printed was a gun. Naturally, I want to talk about better uses.

Recently both a house and a car have been printed...well mostly printed. 

The car is very cute. Not everything was printed. They used a standard unprinted battery, suspension system, wheels, and other mechanical devices. So in the end the car body/frame & exterior is printed, and a lot of guts are still purchased and assembled.

This car would be perfect for Nederlands where the roads are terribly narrow. Except they would definitely need a roof. (It rains a lot there.)

Still, I wouldn't mind having one for the NJ roads. It wouldn't be good for rainy days, but I never drive if its raining. When I do drive, it's mostly to go hiking and that means back country roads on a sunny day.  

And even on those few occasions I get on the deady NJ main roads with 4 million other drivers, surely, no one would hit such an adorable cutie. 
Except, I might get a ticket. It may not qualify to get upon a major highway, since it does not pass all the safety requirements and it's maximum speed is 40 mph. Also I'll distract the other drivers with my tiny hot wheels.

It's considered to be a neighborhood vehicle, where you drive less than 50 miles to your destination (since the battery will only take you 100 miles and you will want to come home, without your car being towed.) 

This only took about 44 hours to make.  I'd be willing to wait 2 days for my car to print.  Local Motors plans to get it down to 10 hours, the same as major manufacturers who assemble rather than print.

Hopefully, they will be able to get the price down as well, since initial pricing will be from $18K to $30K. 

And while you are being supercool & advanced, print yourself a new home as well!

This is the part of the future that I love. Not all the bad stuff, but the stuff that makes me proud to be human!

Yea Humans!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews the book, My Name Is A'yen by Rachel Leigh Smith

Finally, I've a book with a title short enough to spell. A’YEN.

Space Rep: Not so fast Bald Monkey Girl, the actual title is My Name is A’yen.

Liza: Surely, that's just a name tag from some conference the book attended.

Space Rep: Nope. Looked it up on Amazon. That's it title.

Liza: Are you sure? It looks a lot like my name tag when I attended the United Federation of Nuts conference.

Space Rep: Yeah, they are exactly the same, except everything is different but for 3 words. Also, if I recall, your conference was besieged by hungry mutant squirrels. I doubt if A’yen has the same problem.

Liza: But you don't know that since you've yet to transport him over. So bring A'yen and his name tag over and we'll ask him.

Space Rep:  Hello A'yen. I'm Nameless Space Rep and this is Liza. She'll be your interrogator for the next three days.

A’yen:  Interrogator? Rachel, pull me back, I'm in hostile territory.

Liza: No, you aren't. Space Rep is just being rude.
Have a table to rest upon. You're very pretty.

A’yen: *eyes with caution* What do you want from me? 

Liza: I just want to know more about you. You're a good looking book.

A’yen: Thank you...I think. You do know we are incompatible species right?

Liza: Nonsense, books are my best friends.

Space Rep: That's true, most aliens refuse to give her the time of the day.

Liza: That's because they have no idea where Earth is nor precisely what time it is in Denville, New Jersey, Earth, Milkyway Galaxy.

A’yen: Just so you know, I can only tell time in Louisiana, Earth, Milkyway. 

Liza: Close enough, since I tend to run an hour behind schedule. Give me one line that tells me the essence of your story.

A’yen: They've taken everything from him. Except his name.

Liza: Who? Squirrels?

A’yen: No! The humans that rule the planet. The Loks Mé have been slaves for so long, freedom is a distant myth A'yen Mesu no longer believes.

Liza: This sounds much more serious than squirrels. What has happened?

A’yen: A'yen loved his master. He was allowed far more freedom than the average Loks Mé. Then his master was murdered, and A’yen was thrown into holding cell.

Liza: Did they think he murdered him?

No. Humans think he’s dangerous and must be controlled.

Liza: So he sits in his holding cell while his life drains away...

A’yen: Then a year later, a woman, an archaeologist, buys him. 

Liza: Why?

A’yen: For protection. She intends to travel to the Rim, the last unexplored territory on the planet.

Liza: Why does she want to go there?

A’yen: Farran believes the Loks Mé once lived on the Rim and she's determined to prove it.

Liza: Why does she care so much?

A’yen: A Loks Mé named Bren has raised Farren as her daughter. Farren, or Fae as she's called,  loves his people and wants to return them to the land she believes they came from. 

Liza: Well, that's very nice of her.

A’yen: Unfortunately, A’yen does not believe her intentions are honorable. She is the daughter of a breeder; she cannot be trusted.

Liza: That's unfair! She's trying to help. How can we sway A’yen's mind? 

A’yen: Be patient. Hidden rooms, information caches and messages from a long-dead king change A'yen's mind about her importance.

Liza: Oh good. Then I won't have to bring in deranged squirrels. 

A’yen: Please don't.

Liza: So they fall in love and save all the Loks Mé?

A’yen: If only...When Fae is threatened, A’yen offers himself in exchange, and lands on the Association's radar.

Liza: Who is the Association? It sounds humanish, but what do these humans want?

 They’re the ones who keep the Loks  enslaved, so they can make lots of money.

Liza: And what will A’yen do?

A’yen: The truth must be told. Even if it costs him his 

Liza: And that is all you're going to tell me?

A’yen: A book must keep it's mystery.

Liza: Have you ever seen a book attacked by squirrels?

A’yen: *gasps* What do you want to keep the squirrels away?

Liza: I just want to peek politely beneath your covers.

A’yen: And if I allow this, you won't release the squirrels?

Liza: That is correct.

A’yen: Read away

A knock sounded on the door, soft but firm.
Why couldn’t they just leave him the hell alone? He tried to exhale the irritation. “Come in.”
It opened and a woman a little older than Mother stepped in. She closed the door and studied him. A’yen focused on not tensing. With his shirt off she’d know how uncomfortable this made him. “What do you want?”
Her eyes narrowed for a second. “If you’d kept your voice under control I wouldn’t have known the rumors were about you.”
Of course. He’d done the forbidden for Loks Mé men, willingly slept with a human man To make the situation worse A’yen had fallen in love with said human man, and turned down every advance from a Loks Mé woman. Except for one, but look how that mess turned out . . . He stood. Moved in front of her to stare down at her. “No one has the right to judge me for what I chose to do. I know what gets said about me behind my back.”
“I’m not here to judge you for who you choose to sleep with. I’m here to talk to you about Fae. My name is Bren, by the way.” Bren sat on the edge of the bed.
“A’yen.” A’yen didn’t move to lower himself to her level. “Who’s Fae?”
“Farran Hart, the woman who bought you yesterday. She in search of our people’s dream and she must succeed. No matter the cost.”

How dare she talk to him about cost. She hadn’t lost half her soul, or had her dignity stripped from her, or been marked to prevent defending herself. “So you only count me as one of us because you want something from me.” He crossed his arms. “And here I thought my own kind might finally try to accept me.”
Space Rep: That was very good. May I read more?

A’yen: Yes, of course, whatever keeps the squirrels away.
With a shake of her head she relaxed her posture. “You made your choices, A’yen. You knew what it would do. I made my choices, too, and the most important is I raised Fae as my own after my son was taken from me. I charge you with protecting her and bringing her safely home. Our dream of a planet to call home has become her own. She may seem oblivious to you at first, but this is something she’s never experienced before so give her time to adjust. Give her a chance to earn your trust.”
He kept his mouth shut. Bren didn’t know him, didn’t know what he’d been through, didn’t know the freedom he’d experienced at Master’s side. Master had never taught him to read human languages, but he could do everything else as well as any free man. Most times better.
And this woman sitting in front of him loved her human as much as A’yen loved his. No one had kept his from being taken, but he could make sure the same pain didn’t destroy Bren. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her. Whether I trust her has nothing to do with it. Does she know about the marking laws?”
“Not the particulars. How long before third set for you?”
Every muscle tensed as the memories of the burning, stinging, and ripping washed over him. Nine and thirteen years ago, yet the memory of the pain still held the power to paralyze him. He’d tried to kill himself last time. Third would hurt even more since it would cover his spine and connect to the side markings. “One year and two days.”
“You’ll still be on the Rim, so there shouldn’t be a penalty for the delay.”
“I know.” He pointed at the door. “If you don’t mind I’d like to be left alone. I have no interest in hanging around with the others here and being judged nine ways to Sunday because I fell in love.”
Bren stood, smoothing her skirt as she did. “Breakfast is in fifteen minutes. Up the stairs and to the left. Right after, Fae will take you for a new wardrobe.” Bren left the room without slamming the door. At least one Loks Mé here possessed some self-control.

Space Rep:  This sounds very good. Can we buy it?

Liza: When you find the links, we can buy it.

Space Rep: All right!... Found them!

A’yen: Excellent. May I go home now?

Liza: Nope. We'll keep you for three days.

A’yen: Why?

Space Rep: Because Liza bought a cheap transponder service. It only guarantees full transmission every three days. If I send you back today, you'll probably be missing half your words.

A’yen: That's worse than deranged squirrels!

Liza: Not to worry. The hard part of the interview is over. Now give me the juicy details of Rachel.

A’yen: Rachel Leigh Smith writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family and a half-crazed calico. When not writing, which isn’t often, she’s hanging with her family, doing counted cross-stitch, or yakking about life, the universe, and everything with her bestie.

Liza: I believe Rachel has read the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I think better of her already.

A'yen: She blogs sporadically at, can be found on Twitter @rachelleighgeek, and hangs out on Facebook, You can sign up for her newsletter at her website or FB page.  

Liza: Is that it?

A’yen: Is that not enough?

Liza: I want to know something no one else knows about Ms. Smith...if that is really her name. Is she perhaps under Witness protection?

A’yen:  **leans in** I have to whisper or she’ll hear me. She thinks Shemar Moore is the sexiest man alive. I’d be offended if I was real, because I’m pretty damn sexy myself.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Liza snags a promising book: Alien Attachment by Sabine Priestley

Since there are very few edible fish in space, when I go fishing in space, I fish for great books. I'm not sure how they come to be floating about in space, but they are, and some of them are extremely good. Today, we snared a very promising one.

Alien Attachment by Sabine Priestley.

Finding one’s psi-mate is something every Sandarian hopes for, but when Ian Cavacent accidentally starts the bonding process with the Earthling, Dani, he has to fight his desire with every ounce of his being. If the process is completed, it would be both political and financial suicide for Ian and his family.

         A natural klutz, Dani somehow always manages to land on her feet and win those mixed martial arts matches she’s so fond of. At home on Cat Island her balance is thrown when bazillionaire Ian takes notice. Unfortunately some butt-ugly Torog aliens also take notice sending her life spiraling out of control and into Ian’s arms.

      But Dani isn’t the type of woman to let alien voodoo decide her future or her mate…no matter how gorgeous the man is or how much pleasure he gives her.

      For centuries the Cavacents have mined Earth for a precious element, carnium, while protecting the planet from other alien species.

      Thanks to the Torogs, Dani and Ian must flee to Sandaria. As Dani learns to use her newfound psi powers, the empire crumbles around them.

      Will their love be strong enough to keep them alive and get them back to Earth?

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. 

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 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.