Thursday, June 22, 2017

Teresa Roberts shares her thoughts on Heroines with Agency


On Heroines with Agency


Earlier this month I—like most of the women I know—saw Wonder Woman. I came out of the theater babbling gleefully about bits that made my night. I’d like to see it again on the big screen, which I don’t often say, and my husband and I will add it to our collection when it becomes available. (I mention my husband here I think it’s significant that he, a long time superhero fan who introduced me to the joys of Marvel and DC, also thought the movie was terrific.)


I’m almost afraid, though, to say I didn’t find Wonder Woman the life-changing experience some fans found it.  It’s a terrific superhero movie and I love that neither Diana nor Steve becomes a lust object for the camera. The filming is done in such a way that the fact that both Gal Gadot and Chris Pine are exceptionally good-looking people isn’t a focus of who their characters are. Competent? Check. Smart? Check. Able to kick serious ass? Check. Reasonably calm while coming to terms with being in an entirely new version of reality? Check. That they’re easy on the eyes is almost a bonus feature. (Compare to the focus on Black Widow’s ass in black leather in the Avengers movies...or for that matter, any time Thor is shirtless in the same movies. The camera lingers to make sure you have time to ogle.) But I think it seemed less astonishing to me to see a heroine not depicted through the “male gaze”, a heroine who’s doing her own thing but is glad that someone competent (who also happens to be hot) has her back, than it was for a lot of people.

You see, I write science fiction romance and paranormal romance. I read romance and urban fantasy, obsessively.

I’m used to heroines with agency.

While the romance genre used to be famous for heroines in need of rescue, it’s no longer true. While the genre still has its share of capture romances and women who need rescuing by tough guys (who in turn need emotional rescue), there are plenty of women doing the rescuing. Better yet, couples bond while battling aliens, or dealing with demons—or dancing through challenging reality together. Sometimes she’ll get in over her head and need some help, sometimes he will. But they’re both strong and competent and they find each other’s abilities just as sexy as their bodies. Granted, our heroes are always hot, and they always find the heroines compellingly beautiful. It’s part of the fun. But at its best, romance shows women in a central role and celebrates true partnership between women and men (and men and men, and women and women, but in this point I’m talking more about relationships between women and men.)  In my opinion, the subgenres that deal with the out-of-this-world and the otherworldly do it particularly well. 

But whether you’re enjoying an interracial pair of Civil War spies (Alyssa Cole’s An Extraordinary Union); a pair of cyber operatives infiltrating the headquarters of alien terrorists (Cara Bristol’s Trapped with the Cyborg);  or two powerful supernatural beings from opposing factions who can’t decide if they want to shack up or murder each other (basically anything in Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark series), you can find plenty of women with agency and men who love them that way, even though they occasionally want to wrap them in something soft and protect them. And even in old-school “bodice rippers”, you’ll find heroines such as sea captain Skye O’Malley in the book of that name by Bertrice Small. Definitely some rapey moments that’ll make most modern readers uncomfortable, but she’s an Elizabethan pirate...or is that privateer...who matches wits with Queen Elizabeth and wins. What’s not to like?

I’m not saying romances with tough, fierce heroines undermine the importance—or the fun—of Wonder Woman. Just saying that comics and movies, often created with a male audience in mind, are finally catching up with the heroines, and the dynamics a genre written mostly by and for women has featured for a long time. 









Author Bio: Teresa Noelle Roberts is the author of a science fiction romance series The Chronicles of the Malcolm, which is full of tough, smart heroines working with and sometimes rescuing their heroes, and several kinky romances featuring submissive heroines who are anything but outside the bedroom.

Teresa is a geeky granola girl who enjoys belly dance, superheroes, yoga, cooking, hiking, playing in the ocean, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!
She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and three cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.
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Monday, June 19, 2017

Aurora Springer shares Cosmic Rift, Bk 4 of the Grand Master's Galaxy



Cosmic Rift 
Book 4 of the Grand Masters’ Galaxy

Empath Violet embarks on a new and desperate mission to find her missing lover.

Violet’s happy family is shattered when Athanor Griffin vanishes. The formidable Grand Master might have teleported anywhere in the galaxy. Violet strives to find her psychic partner, while looking after their baby and fulfilling his duties on the Council. Her frantic search uncovers a new threat to galactic civilization along with resurgence of the infamous Ixioth slavers. The Council dithers in response to her call for action, and even her former allies believe the Griffin is dead. She must risk her son, her psi-powers, and her life to rescue her beloved mate in the hope they can unite to fight the menace.

Even galaxy-trotting heroines need babysitters
For most of the book, however, Violet hops from planet to planet in search of Athanor.



Excerpt
Violet grasped the Meilai’s hand and seized the thread of direction from Flatipus. The two women tapped their enhancers in concert. They flipped into the vortexes, crossing swiftly to the Southern Ocean.
They emerged on a beach of tawny sand. Fragments of shell littered the shore from the tideline above the lapping waves to the base of the craggy cliffs further inland. A line of people trudged toward a spaceship, poised ready for blastoff. Six-legged aliens with glossy black carapaces scuttled alongside the line of thin, hunched figures, the blue-hued inhabitants of the islands. 
Shielding quickly, Violet flung a cloak of invisibility over herself and Ravaleen. Her swift action worked as far as she could tell. No one looked at them or raised an alarm. A small figure caught her attention by the dazed torment of her mind and wobbly legs. The scrawny girl stumbled and fell. The nearest alien lashed an energy whip at the cringing child. Whimpering, the girl scrambled back into the line. Her pain and misery seared into Violet, hardening her resolve to save them. 
“What are they?” Ravaleen whispered, tilting her dainty chin at the slave masters. The aliens had a humped carapace like a beetle, six red eyes, and vicious claws on their forelimbs.
“Voids!” Violet swore. “I’ve seen their hellish kin in Athanor’s memories. They’re Ixioth slavers.”
Her tone rising in fury, Ravaleen hissed, “Kill them!”
“Wait,” Violet urged. “We must stop the spaceship. The holds are full of miserable slaves. Your people snatched from your domain. If we kill the slavers, the ship’s crew will take alarm and lift off with their wretched cargo.”
“You cripple the ship. My power is inadequate for such a task.”
“I’ll try. You stall those guards.” Shutting her eyes, Violet probed inside the ship. She veered away from the steel cold minds of the Ixioths and searched for the ship’s propulsion system. If only she had Athanor’s skill at detecting metals, sensing inanimate objects was not her forte. Swinging her mental probe from the raised prow to the base of the ship, she located a pulsing source of energy. Nearby, two Ixioths were intent on stoking the drive.
Flatipus,” she called, “I need your help to smash the foe.”
The huge sea creature offered, “Flatipus can rock the island.” 
No. You will hurt the innocent as well as the guilty. I wish to harness your power for a delicate operation.”
What?
Funnel your psi energy to me. I’ll focus our combined beam on the ship’s drive.” The tremendous power of the gigantic creature surged into her. Engorged with psi energy, Violet staggered a step backward. Gathering her amplified power into a psi weapon, she speared into the drive. She raised a barricade around the roiling fuel and expelled the heat into the ocean. The ship shuddered on its base, but did not topple.
Ease your output,” she sent to Flatipus. The excess energy withdrew, leaving her weaker and tired.
Opening her eyes, she told Ravaleen, “The ship is stranded. Let’s free the slaves.”


What a delightful journey!
I was hoping that the Grand Masters would be better behaved now that Athanor was in charge of the group of sentient plants, animals, and other creatures. But the moment he gets abducted, it’s back to bad behavior, leaving Violet to not only care for their son, but to figure out what happened to her husband.  And I’ve got to say, it looks hopeless for a long while.

Aurora Springer is one of the most creative and imaginative authors of sci-fi that I know. Her books are unique, intelligent, romantic, and always satisfying. 

And in my opinion, The Grand Masters series is her finest work. 



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Author Bio
Aurora Springer is a scientist morphing into a novelist. She has a PhD in molecular biophysics and discovers science facts in her day job. She has invented adventures in weird worlds for as long as she can remember. In 2014, Aurora achieved her life-long ambition to publish her stories. Her works are character-driven adventures and romances set in weird worlds and described with a sprinkle of humor. Some of the stories were composed thirty years ago. She was born in the UK and lives in Atlanta with her husband, a dog and two cats to sit on the keyboard. Her hobbies, besides reading and writing, include outdoor activities like gardening, watching wildlife, hiking and canoeing.

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Friday, June 16, 2017

Liza Shares her interpretation of Jupiter

The last time I wrote one of my fact finding missions and then gave my interpretation of the events, I was meanly scolded by a troll.
So let me be clear!

I am an author.
That means I create stories.
And they need to be unique and surprising.
So don't get annoyed when I wander way out on the craziest limb I can find.
That's the fun of being an author.
And yes, NASA.Gov is great fodder for my stories.

In the past, I've determined that PAN is NOT a planet, but an 18 mile long ship with a pentagon fin shape, a top with matching large indentions. I base this on the closeup shots Cassini took. Some of the fins appear bent now, and I don't know if it is still functioning or not. In the past, our telescopes would lose track of it for years, then it would reappear. So, being optimistic, I'm declaring it a functioning ship.  

Since they are mining the outer disks for minerals, I imagine those inside have a dull, hard life.  Thus, they need time off, which they take on Titan. That's where my humans have landed and my story unfolds. 

However, today I have discovered an exciting new theory about Jupiter, thanks to Juno the satellite going in close to map Jupiter. It's freaking the scientists out! Jupiter is nothing like they expected. 

Upon these new close ups of the pics, I've concluded Jupiter may not be a true planet either. Instead, it may be an 'eye in the sky' to watch over something. Possibly the sentients on the ship PAN, or perhaps that giant planet we cannot see or find but is tugging on other planets in our solar system. 

Has Liza gone off the deep end?  

Possibly, but when I write Sci-Fi, I'm in Space, and there is NO DEEP END.  There is just strangeness galore. It is a place where anything can occur. So here is my concept:  The mining of Saturn's disk is very important to an alien species. Not only did they build and send the ship Pan, but they also placed an EYE IN THE SKY to watch over this solar system, to protect what is theirs. And that Eye in the Sky is Jupiter. 

Yes, our beautiful art deco planet is actually a giant two-way visual transmitter, so the aliens living far away (I'm tagging the highly advanced alien species that controls the Boyjilian Star to be the ones who sent both PAN and Jupiter into our solar system.) Impossible, you say. Well, maybe not.  We already know that Titan is older than Saturn and probably came from far away. Those who control the Boyjilian Star could have sent the high-tech Eye in the Sky, which we call Jupiter; Pan, which is their ship for transporting the mineral they are mining; and the planet Titan with its massive electromagnetic shield--(600 times larger than earth's, possibly more...) to our pre-human solar system. Yes, my theory is way out there, but space is mindboggling strange. 

So let's check out the new pics from Juno:
This is the outside layer of the South Pole of Jupiter. Isn't it pretty! I could look at that all day. It's in constant swirls that never stop.  You'll never guess what exists beneath the pretty veil of clouds.

But first, let's check out the beautiful close-up ART created on Jupiter:

And this one....Van Gogh is back!

The whole planet is just beautiful! But is it a planet, or something else entirely? Is that gorgeous art there to sooth the souls of the miners or just hide the truth?

 It is so soothing! I'd like to wallpaper my bedroom with this.
But despite all the prettiness, there's something disturbing in the south pole. And my interpretations are even more disturbing. 

When taking a deeper look, into the south pole we discover it looks like a camera lens.  Secondly, each Flyby shot is different but they all appear to be the same species but one, who looks to be humanoid.  I know, people see what they want in clouds and rocks, and that's why I see something here as well.  Maybe, but it still looks like an eyeball to me with the giant face of an alien or human inside.  Does that mean there are actually people/aliens inside Jupiter...in the "fuzzy area"?  I don't believe so. I believe that the image of the aliens and humanoid being sent from a far away planet are being magnified so that visuals are enabled despite the long distance from a recipient on Titan or the ship Pan. 

The attached pics have NOT BEEN DOCTORED.

So is there any reason you should believe this is an Eye in the Sky with magnified alien faces staring out, checking up on their mining of Saturn's disc, or perhaps keeping an eye on the giant planet lurking about? Probably not. But it's going to make a great story. Feel free to write your own story about it while I write mine.  Attached are the close-ups of all those strange aliens:

This one I call Whiskers. He's been doing this job for almost a billion years. He enjoys his job and is a bit of a prankster. 
Now this one took me by surprise. He looks like a young humanoid. All you can see is a thick head of hair, small beady blue eyes, and most of his big nose. He's mostly hiding behind the green veil, so I'm guessing he is worried. Perhaps, he has snuck into the communication center on the Alien's home planet to ask for help. Sorry fellow. Earth is dying now. Stay where you are and make the best of it.
This is Old Warrior. While too old to command a battleship anymore, he is more than qualified to be a Watcher. He arrived only a thousand years ago. His assignment is to determine the threat of the giant and invisible planet that has arrived in our solar system.
This is Lady, she is the only female we will meet in the aliens on the Mother Planet. Most females don't reach high levels jobs such as a watcher, but since her hatching, she has outsmarted every male of her species, so she is their best watcher.
This is the oldest Watcher. He's called Ancient One, but the Captain of Pan calls him Old Pervert. He's watched many solar systems in his life. He has specialized eyes that can see through anything, including titanium. Thus, he communicates with the crew on PAN, since he can see through the ship's walls. The one female on the ship isn't keen that he can see through whatever he wishes. She now wears body armor that blurs his ability to see her naked even when she sleeps. Otherwise, he constantly stares at her, regardless to whom he speaks to. You can see how his rays cut through the green veil below.




Wait for it....

I DO THIS ALL SO I CAN WRITE MY TITAN STORIES.
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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Dark Flight: Heroine Requiring Rescue:by Cynthia Sax

Dark Flight And Heroines Requiring Rescue
with Cynthia Sax

Like Mary, the heroine of Liza’s awesome new release Proud Mary, Rhea, the heroine of Dark Flight, needs a rescue.

Romance writers are often told to create strong heroines, heroines who could rescue themselves. Mary and Rhea are definitely heroines like that. But even the strongest of beings require help from time to time.

In Rhea’s case, she’s injured. She’s alone on a strange planet, not knowing the customs or the geography. Humanoid Alliance baddies are after her. She has to find and protect her sister, the one being in the universe she cares about, and she’s running out of time.

Accepting help wouldn’t make her weak. It would make her smart.

Unfortunately, she has been betrayed so many times; she doesn’t recognize a legitimate offer of help when she receives it. She believes Orol, our winged hero, is working for the enemy. Rhea runs from him, forcing our warrior hero to capture and restrain her.

Heroes require help also. In Dark Flight, there are scenes in which Orol needs Rhea’s assistance. He can’t defeat his baddies on his own. She offers skillsets he doesn’t have, insights into situations he hasn’t considered.

I believe one of the things that makes a romance couple solid is how they can and will rely on each other. They are stronger together than apart. I also think it is a sign of strength for the heroine to accept help first. This is why I love both writing and reading heroine rescue romances.

What do you love about heroine rescue romances?


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Blurb

Dark Flight


His mission. His challenge. His forever.

Orol, the Refuge’s second-in-command, has been given what he believes is a simple mission—escort two human females to the settlement. The winged warrior arrives at the meeting site to find one of the females missing and the other aiming a gun at his head. To rescue the first, he must capture the second. Once he has Rhea in his talons, however, he realizes he never wants to let her go.

Her enemy. Her captor. Her everything.

Rhea doesn’t trust anyone. She certainly doesn’t follow commands issued by a gorgeous flying male with glittering eyes, a beautiful face, and a seductive touch. Orol is dominant, edged with darkness, and determined to find her sister. Rhea will do anything to prevent that, even if it means playing sensual games of submission with her powerful enemy, seducing him into forgetting everything except her.

Dark Flight is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.

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Bio
About Cynthia Sax
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.

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Saturday, June 10, 2017

Cailin Briste shares It Takes a Cat Burglar -- 99c

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It Takes a Cat Burglar, Sci-fi Suspense Romance


The first novella in the A Thief in Love Suspense Romance series is now on sale through June 13 for 99 cents. Perfect summer reading.

After reading this author’s other novels, I had very high expectations. My expectations were surpassed.” Wendie Nordgren

“The chemistry between Darcelle and Sebastian was hot; I didn’t want those sex scenes to end!” D.C.

“full of intrigue and kept me guessing” Amanda N.

I liked Darcelle Lebeau for her rebel instincts and enjoyed the story for its originality” The TBR Pile


It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense Romance
By Cailin Briste

It Takes a Cat Burglar
by
Cailin Briste

Blurb:
When Darcelle Lebeau throws off the invisible chains that keep her bound to her family, she discovers a new vocation. Tempted to enter the illegal playground of a man she nicknames Matou, she becomes a cat burglar in training. Deeply ensnared with each task he entices her to fulfill, she fails to discover his identity and true intentions.

Sebastian St. Croix, a wealthy businessman, has a dark side. He’s a thief, a cat burglar who steals art and historical objects. For one year, he trains Darcelle to become his assistant, remaining incognito, observing her from afar. His admiration grows along with his desire for her with every phase-one challenge she completes. Phase two will test the limits of his control. Hands-on personal training? Yes. Sex? No. With his sister’s happiness at stake, nothing, not even the tempting Darcelle Lebeau, can interfere with accomplishing the biggest break-in of his career.



Excerpt:
Four words. That’s all that was written on the paper in the same ornate handwriting used on every preceding communication.

Congratulations. I’m behind you.

She froze.

How could she have missed it? The same dark, prickling tension that had inched along her spine every time she’d sensed Matou observing her in the past was now knitting her muscles and bones together, turning her to stone. It was him. He’d never let her see or hear him, but her body reacted when he was near, as though when he gazed at her, a furnace ignited inside her. It was damn spooky.

She jumped when his fingers closed on her shoulder.

“Don’t turn.”

Like a low, throbbing bass note, his voice resonated through her to the ends of her fingers. Hell. She couldn’t move, much less turn. He trailed his hand along her collarbone. Despite the thick layer of duracloth between her and his fingertips, Darcelle was certain warmth penetrated the fabric.

His sudden yank startled her. Shock pulsed through her. He was undoing the seal on the hood of her skin suit.

“No!” She batted at him, twisting to escape his grasp. He clamped her in a bruising hold, immobilizing her.

“I said don’t turn. Stop struggling.”

Rapid inhalations of the sour combination of aged body odor and fear inside her skin suit made her nasal passages burn. She continued to writhe, fighting to free herself. He’s going to kill me!

“Fuck it. Stop. The air is pure. Look.”

Several moments passed before she registered the sun-darkened arm and hand waving in front of her. Long elegant fingers twiddled. Her breathing hitched. No gloves. He wasn’t wearing a skin suit. She stilled, allowing him to remove her hood.

“Do exactly as I say, and all will be well.”

With gentler hands he turned her toward him. She gasped. He was gorgeous. Only a master sculptor could have formed a face of such perfect symmetry. The masculinity of his high cheekbones, angled jaw, and straight brows was softened by his exquisite lips. Heat flushed through her body.

From beneath black locks slanting over his forehead, pale green eyes stared at her. Was he waiting for a response?

“Ummm.”

A smile flashed across his lips. “Are you ready to trust me?”

Darcelle pursed her lips. “I’ll try.”



About Cailin:
Cailin has been writing fiction for six years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.

Cailin loves science fiction and romance, so combing the two came naturally. She is currently writing the third book in her Sons of Tallav sci-fi erotic romance series. Shane: Marshal of Tallav and Maon: Marshal of Tallav were released in 2016 by Loose Id. She’s also working on a novella for an SFR Shooting Stars anthology tentatively title Educated by the Master.

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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Surviving Sojourn by Liza O'Connor



SOJOURN IS NOT A HAPPY 

SPACE CAMPER

Being the newest recruit on an outbound space ship sucks! But Sojourn is sick and tired of the tricks the other guys play on him. And they’ve been pulling this crap for over a year now. At first, he was in the brig every day.

The jerks, especially Old Man Thomas and Charles, knew exactly what to say to piss him off. When they saw a picture of his mother Saran, the guys started sharing all the things they’d like to do her. Naturally, his fist shared how much that pissed him off.

They also insisted she wasn’t his mother since he appears to be older than her. No, he just bought a pretty hooker to pretend to be his mother so he could pretend to be her baby.  And again, his fist would fly.


He’s lost count of the number of lectures Captain Longfellow has given him, first with stern but kind words. When that didn’t stop the fights, the captain resorted to bellowing at the top of his voice. That hasn’t worked either…


SURVIVING SOJOURN
BY 
LIZA O'CONNOR
An alien species is removing human colonies from planets, but to where, no one knows. Sojourn, along with the Emperor’s daughter and their crew, must find this unknown species and negotiate a treaty before the Empire’s army declares war on all non-human races.

Those who do not follow the Path of Light would prefer to kill all the non-human sentient beings before they are even aware they are under attack.

 Matters turn bleak for the Path of Light before their journey even begins. While provisioning on Terranue, Sojourn’s ship gets a hole blown in its side by Xenophobes.
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Book 4 : Surviving Sojourn
Book 3: Surviving Terranue
Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
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About the demented author....

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.


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Sunday, June 4, 2017

Surviving Outbound by Liza O'Connor

The challenges of being ‘dead’ by Tamara

When I was murdered, a God spoke to me during my dying moments, assuring me the changes I was undergoing were necessary and needed to ensure that The Path of Light reigned supreme upon the final collapse of universes.
Or, I think that’s what he said. I was in great pain at the time. I remember asking him for a pain killer, but he said he didn’t know the paperwork for that.
 Then my body died and the pain stopped. Honestly, I was relieved. Given I was soul-bonded to Saran and wife to my beloved Dmitri, I still existed. However, my life had changed dramatically. While I learned to create an image of myself, if Dmitri attempted to hug me, or hold my hand, I’d disappear and I’d have to regather a bunch of molecules before I could be seen again.
However, on the bright side I never got hungry, sleepy, tired and could travel about the world with ease.
I guess you could say I became a ghost…but don’t because I don’t like that word. It conjures up creepy, angry and possibly demented spirits. I didn’t lose my sanity. How could I when half my soul resided in Saran? Also I still had Dmitri and even in death he still loved me.
While I spoke to Saran every day, I kept my changed state a secret, fearing the news might kill my sweet soul-bond, causing us both to disappear.
Later, when we become the first ever Soul Bond of Three, I’ll be strong enough to create a body that feels human to the touch but cannot be harmed, thus becoming a key protector for those going outbound. I’ll love my new form and be very glad my human form died years before. Otherwise, I would not be able to protect my soul-bonds and the other colonists so well.
And believe me, there is a bunch of protecting I’ll need to do.


Surviving Outbound
By
Liza O’Connor
 Blurb
With the prodding of the her dead soul-bond’s spirit, Saran and their giant blue bull leave their farm in search of a handler so Blue can escape Earth and travel outbound. The man Saran meets and falls in love with is her dead soul-bond’s husband, and their spiritual joining sets into play a prophecy written three hundred thousand years before.

Together, they become Tamsarandem, the most powerful soul-bond in all the multiverses. The shamans pay for their voyage to Terranue, a planet never before colonized. In return, they only ask Tamsarandem to look after the other colonists and help them to prosper and find their Paths of Light.

Failing to stop Tamsarandem from leaving Earth, those who walk the Path of Darkness embed their own people on the ship to ensure it will never arrive at Terranue. In case that fails, they send their darkest lord disguised as an innocent to ensure the death of all who follow the Light. To be certain of success, long ago, they seeded an evil within Terranue that can devour everything on the planet. Finally, they will strike a fatal blow that darkens the Path of Light through all the multiverses.

The Gods must step back and let matters run their natural course, for they are running out of authorized interventions. However, the God Pane, with the help of the sentient ship computer Marybell, keep searching for clever workarounds to ensure The Path of Light will reign supreme upon the final collapse. But there is only so much they can do within their bureaucratic rules.

Excerpt
Focusing, Tamara created a faint, shimmering image of her former self. She could have created a solid appearance, but she thought a shimmer might make Saran realize the change in her existence without the sudden blow of what it meant.

“Tamara, is that you?” Saran whispered.

“Yes,” Tamara replied through mind-speak.

Saran’s face distorted in anguish. “Are you dead?”

Tamara flinched at the waves of pain Saran exuded. As soul-bonds, what one felt, the other felt, unless they purposely blocked their soul-bond from the truth, which she had done during her painful death.

Saran’s torment was exactly the reason she had delayed returning. She could not bear to feel sweet Saran in pain, nevertheless be the cause of it. “I prefer to be called no longer corporal.” She moved closer, wishing she could embrace her soul-bond, but that was not possible. All she had to comfort were her words. “You possess half of my soul. I cannot die as long as you live.”

As Tamara neared, goose bumps formed on Saran’s arms, which she tried to rub away.

Sorry for the chill. It’s the ionization process I use to create my form.” Unable to endure the her soul-bond’s current distress, she checked out the animals.

Tamara had purposely portrayed herself exactly as she had looked the day she’d run away six years prior, the last image Saran had of her. She’d hoped the familiar brown, weaved pants and white shirt of a handler would make their first meeting less stressful. Her blond hair was braided down the center of her back, just as Saran had done for her six years ago.

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About the demented author....

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.


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