Tuesday, May 23, 2017

AR DeClerck's The Clockwork Countenance get REVIEWED by LIZA

The Clockwork Countenance Blurb

Adventuress Ember Addams has spent most of her adult life searching for a fabled contraption that can transfer consciousness from one body to another. Her best friend is a man trapped in a clockwork body, and the only way they can be together is to find the Countenance and procure him a human body. But, Ember isn’t the only one looking for the machine, and the others who are out to get it are willing to do anything to possess it. With the help of their allies, Ember and Reginal will have to fight for the box and for their future.

The Clockwork Countenance

What a fabulous, unique, and wonderfully romantic story set in a historical steampunk Britain.

The story has everything you could possibly want: a search for a hidden item that can change the unchangeable; love between a human and her clockwork companion; deceptions that fall back on the deceiver, and friends to help when all seems lost.

Loved it! Highly entertaining!


Author Bio:

AR DeClerck. Wife. Mother. Writer. Food assassin. Reading ninja. All-around goofball. Self-proclaimed nerd.
AR writes adventure romance from the comfort of her couch in the quiet Midwest. She loves to put her characters through hell on the road to happily ever after.


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Alexandra Christian shares Phoenix Rising Naked

Today, I have over Alexandra Christian sharing her SCI-FI Romance: Phoenix Rising Naked.

Librarian at one of Earth's last paper libraries, Phoebe Addison is about to have a romantic and interplanetary adventure wilder than anything she's ever read.

Librarian Phoebe Addison has lived her entire life within a seventy-five mile radius of her small Louisiana town, but when she receives a strange medallion from her adventurous, off-world sister, reality tilts toward the bizarre. Everything Phoe thought she knew is…well, wrong. Dead wrong. But bone-numbing fear has no place in this brave new world—nor by the side of the dangerous, exquisite man who saves her life.


Following the tragic slaughter of his family, operative Macijah “Cage” St. John understands evil in a way no man ever should. He traded happiness for a magnificent and terrible power, and fate isn’t done with him yet. He wasn’t looking for comfort. He didn’t need tenderness. But today he’ll play hero to a damsel in distress, and his quest will deliver him to the uncanny Martian colony of New London—and his heart to the demure Phoebe Addison. The bookish beauty’s hidden talents and deep abiding love just might save Cage from himself.


Caught in the Rain (PG)--

There is no situation that can’t be made worse with the addition of heavy rain. Phoebe stumbled down the path behind St. John, her sensible pumps sinking into the squishy ground with every step. His long-legged strides weren’t particularly fast, but she was practically running to catch up. She was also trying to pull a bulky suitcase behind her without much luck. Finally she ran over a large rock, tipping the case over and taking her with it. She sat down hard on the wet ground, the standing water in the grass splashing up and peppering her with a spray of muddy freckles. “Damnit!” she cried, wanting to throw herself down and have a kicking and screaming tantrum. Instead she took off one of her shoes and threw it as hard as she could. It whizzed past St. John’s ear, and he finally turned.
“Problem?” he asked, strolling back toward where she sat in the grass.
“Can you slow down a minute, please?” Her tone was teetering on annoyance. Couldn’t he see that she was having trouble? So much for the politeness of the British.
He stared down at her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Actually, no. We need to get as far away from that crash site as soon as possible and you to that spaceport so I can be on my way.”  He looked over the assortment of items that had fallen out of the case as it tipped over. “Got any trainers in there?”
Phoebe looked up at him like he had suddenly lapsed into Chinese. “What?”
“Trainers. Shoes. Like shoes you wear for running.”
“Oh. Not really, no.”
“Jeans? A jumper?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d be trekking through the forest,” she replied, taking his offered hand and letting him pull her upright. She limped over to where she had thrown her shoe, searching the grass.
“Is there anything in there that’s helpful or important?”
“Well of course,” she replied. “My clothes and toothbrush… anti-bac hand lotion…” She continued listing off all of the things as she pulled her discarded shoe back on. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed the suitcase and slung it as hard as he could over the ravine.
“What are you doing?” She could feel the pressure of angry tears behind her eyes as she watched all of her worldly possessions take a header down the bank, spilling her delicates over the dirty ground. How dare he have such disregard for her personal property! Not to mention that the items in that suitcase were her security blankets. There might not be anything of value or anything “helpful,” but there were things she needed! A picture of her family, her allergy medicine… her copy of Gone With the Wind. Phoebe started to run after the case, but St. John held her back. She beat her fists against his arms and chest. “Let me go! That’s my stuff! I need it!”
“Your stuff is slowing us down. Look, I said I would help you, but I’m not a bellhop or a hero! If you’re going with me, you play by my rules.”  He looked up into the sky and let her go. “Come on… it’s nearly dawn.”
She watched him go, starting to reconsider her pleas for his help and then realizing that she had little choice but to follow him. They were now so far off the beaten path that she’d never find her way out. Steeling her jaw and giving a last glance back to where he’d thrown her suitcase, she started walking. Despite his growling, he did slow the pace a little so that she could keep up.
As they walked on and on, the trees rose up around them in an ominous canopy that nearly obliterated the early morning light of dawn. She could hear the stream that ran along beside them at the bottom of the ravine. It was hard to believe in their world that places such as this still even existed. It was almost desolate, but beautiful. Watching him as they walked, she slowly realized that St. John seemed almost as distressed as she felt. By now they’d been walking for hours, and in that time he’d become increasingly irritable. After several attempts at conversation, Phoebe had just given up and walked beside him silently. But his mood was starting to make her worry even more than she had been already.
“So… you don’t really seem like the normal space traveler,” he said, surprising her by breaking the silence. St. John shifted the backpack from one shoulder to the other. “What’s taking you to New London?”
“What? Oh… yes. My sister,” she replied. “I’m going to visit her.”
“Interesting,” he replied blandly.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t fully trust St. John and wasn’t sure that she should reveal her true intentions. Anyone could be working for Machine. Maybe he had been sent to keep an eye on her. Phoe was a fan of James Bond, so she had spent many an hour watching spy movies. He could be some kind of operative that was just waiting for an opportunity to steal the medallion and leave her broken body in the woods. And of course there was the werewolf thing. “Not really. I mean… it’s just a visit.”
“Well considering that no one really lives on the space colony unless they’re either filthy rich or a scientist of some sort. Judging by your clothes, you don’t appear to be particularly wealthy. So that leaves scientist.”
“She’s an archaeologist,” Phoebe answered. “She works for the Interplanetary Union, looking for natural resources and such. I’m a librarian.”
“I didn’t know those existed anymore. Libraries, I mean.”
“In small towns mostly, I suppose. I mean, I used to work for a digital archive in New Orleans, but I… I didn’t really like it there.” She bit down on her lip, wishing she could take it back. Her brain whirred, already constructing the story that she would tell him when he asked why she’d left New Orleans. Everyone asked why.
To her surprise, St. John just nodded, glancing toward the lightening sky again.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” he parroted.
“Well… what do you do?”
“I… I’m not really sure how to describe what I do. I’m a problem solver, I guess.”  Given the things Phoe saw in his backpack, his problem solving skills must involve heavy artillery.


AUTHOR BIO (No more than 250 words):
Alexandra Christian is an author of mostly romance with a speculative slant. Her love of Stephen King and sweet tea has flavored her fiction with a Southern Gothic sensibility that reeks of Spanish moss and deep fried eccentricity. As one-half of the writing team at Little Red Hen Romance, she’s committed to bringing exciting stories and sapiosexual love monkeys to intelligent readers everywhere. Lexx also likes to keep her fingers in lots of different pies having written everything from sci-fi and horror to Sherlock Holmes adventures. Her alter-ego, A.C. Thompson, is also the editor of the highly successful Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes series of anthologies. 
A self-proclaimed “Southern Belle from Hell,” Lexx is a native South Carolinian who lives with an epileptic wiener dog and her husband, author Tally Johnson. Her long-term aspirations are to one day be a best-selling authoress and part-time pinup girl. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Broad Universe—an organization that supports female authors of speculative fiction.

AUTHOR (PEN NAME): Alexandra Christian
Author Email: lexxx.christian@gmail.com

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Lexi Post shares Eden Revealed (book 4) & makes book1 FREE!

Today, I have the fabulous Lexi Post over.
You will definitely want to check this out!

Eden Revealed (Eden Series #4) pre-order available, release May 26,
Cruise into Eden (Eden Series #1) is FREE for the Month of May
Hi everyone! I’m Lexi Post and I write sexy romance inspired by the classics. I’m thrilled to be releasing the fourth in my Sci-fi Romance series inspired by Emily Dickinson poems. In the first 3 books, we hear about the city of Naralina, but in this book, we get to go inside the white and gold city.
To celebrate the release of this book I’m having lots of fun offering very special deals. First, the 1st book in the series Cruise into Eden is FREE for the entire month of May! Yay! Second, if you pre-order the book and send your receipt to EdenRevealBonus@gmail.com you will receive bonus content BEFORE the story releases!
I’ve brought a brief excerpt with me. I hope you enjoy :-)
Always, Lexi

Eden Revealed (Eden Series #4) Blurb:
A female spy, an Eden monk, and a man with no memory must reveal a corrupt leader while keeping their hearts safe—an impossible task.
Former stunt woman, Toni Reid, has adopted Eden as her new home. What’s not to like with naked hunks walking around and women being worshipped by them? She doesn’t mind the distraction of spying on one of the leaders of the Ruling Circle too much, but just as she discovers his secret, she’s caught.
Akasha is next in line to ascend to the Triad panel, those who determine which men are morally good enough to receive a portal chip. He has kept his connections to people minimal keep his future judgements unbiased, but when he discovers Toni spying, he has no choice but to capture her and discover what she knows.
Sandale is busy recapturing who he was before his memory wipe. Traveling to Naralina to rescue Toni is a good excuse to meet his family and find himself again. He discovers Toni is more than a task, she is a force to be reckoned with, and his focus quickly shifts.
Akasha and Sandale find themselves embroiled in a plot that could well send Eden back into another world war over women. The only way to stop it is to work together with Toni, but working to stop a world war is easy when compared to laying siege to Toni’s heart.

Eden Revealed (Eden Series #4) Excerpt:
“Do not make a sound, understand?”
Sure, she understood. She understood she was going to relieve one Edenist of his balls the minute her arms were released. The man pulled her backwards, away from the peephole usually used for voyeurs and not for spies like herself. Yeah, she was toast if she didn’t get out of this.
Every ounce of her being wanted to fight against the hold on her, but she gritted her teeth and pretended to be meek. She’d never been meek. Her friend Serena always told her she turned aggressive when she was afraid and she “needed to keep her head”—whatever that meant.
She took a deep breath as they stopped while the man behind her kicked a door open. She wanted to see who it was so she could gauge her ability to talk herself out of this one…after she brought him to his knees. Not only didn’t she like being restrained, but aggression toward women was strictly forbidden on the entire planet. She doubted this Edenist would want to go before the Ruling Circle with Grandall in charge.
The man turned her toward the bed then pushed her away, slamming the door behind him.
She spun, her foot already headed for his groin as she glanced at his face. The air left her lungs in appreciation, even as his arm came down to knock her leg away from her intended target. As she turned, barely keeping her balance, her libido sighed in relief, but her ego wasn’t so happy.
She stopped her movement and stood facing him, her weight on the balls of her feet. She tried to keep her anger up as she stared at the tall man with the long dark hair, light blue eyes, side-shaved head and the only tattoo she’d ever seen on Eden. This was her kind of male—just her luck.
Buy Links:
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Cruise into Eden (Eden Series #1)
Cruise into Eden (Eden Series #1) is FREE for the month of May! What had she been thinking to come on a nude cruise?
Sci-fi television employee, Erin Danielson, boards a nude cruise to get lucky, and boy does she ever because Nase and Ware have ripped bodies, enticing accents, and hearts of gold. In fact, they are out of this world…literally.
Amazon AU     https://www.amazon.com.au/Cruise-Into-Eden-Book-ebook/dp/B00N6FIWHY                           

Author Bio:

Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Titanians won't be radiated....much

Positive news for Titan

Titan's atmosphere may be thick enough to protect residents from both solar rays as well as Saturn’s radiation belts.

Saturn has relatively weak radiation belts, because energetic particles are absorbed by the moons and particulate material orbiting the planet. ... The innermost region of the magnetosphere near the rings is generally devoid of energetic ions and electrons because they are absorbed by ring particles.


Here are some key facts:  Saturns Magnetic field is 600 times the strength of Earth's.

It is so large that all the moons are protected as well. (And Pan the space ship)

PlanetMagnetic Field Strength Relative to Earth

The magnetosphere is an area of space, around a planet, that is controlled by that planet's magnetic field.

Saturn is surrounded by a giant magnetic field, lined up with the rotation axis of the planet. This cannot be explained by current theories. Scientists had hoped Cassini might be able to explain how the puzzling magnetic field of Saturn is generated, but it better figure it out quick. It's running out of time.

This magnetic field may also cause strange features in the rings called ‘spokes’. These markings fall across the rings like spokes in a wheel and may be caused by electrically charged particles caught up in the magnetic field, but there are as yet no detailed theories about them.

The brief reconnaissance encounters of the Pioneer 11 and the two Voyager spacecraft have provided most of our current information about the structure and dynamics of Saturn's magnetosphere.

Here are some things that we do know:
  • Saturn's 'bow shock', the region point where the solar wind and the planet's magnetic field meet, much like the bow wave of a ship, is between 20 and 35 times Saturn's radius out into space.

  • The thickness of the bow shock is about 2000 kilometres.

  • Saturn's internal magnetic field is closely aligned with the planet's axis of rotation (within 1 degree).

  • Saturn's magnetosphere appears to be intermediate in nature to those of Earth and Jupiter. As with Jupiter's magnetosphere, the dayside inner magnetosphere is mostly driven by the fast planetary rotation. However at night, it is expected that the nightside and outer magnetosphere is primarily driven by the solar wind, as is the case on Earth.

  • There is an electrical current (the 'equatorial ring current') flowing with about 10,000,000 Amps around 600,000 kilometres above Saturn.

  • Saturn Kilometric Radiation (SKR) is the principal radio emission from Saturn. SKR is believed to be linked to the way electrons in the solar wind interact with the magnetic field at Saturn's poles.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Author TM Slay shares

My grandmother has always told me that every legend, every nightmare, every story started with some shred, some bit, some thread of truth in it. Somewhere, in the beginning, or a very long time ago, there was a...something....someone...who started it all; and of course as everything does, those threads grew.

Sometimes, they would be added to and woven into other things until the end result would be a huge tapestry the world would agree on. Other times, those threads would split and the tapestries would be colored depending on the cultures who housed them. Yet, even more often...the threads would start in the same place, but through the eyes of different perspectives, being told differently until no one really knew which person was telling the truth, and which one was a drunken, or traumatized victim of some nameless monster.

The fun thing about being a writer is three-fold in these threads.

First, we get to decide whether to use an existing thread or create of our own. Take for example Star Wars, such a tale was definitely a thread all it's own. Wait, or was it? The idea of sentient beings from another place was no new idea. However the plot, the creatures, the entire world building; yes, definitely a brand new thread. Whereas so many of our paranormal romances that we know and love all derive from an existing thread somewhere. Werewolves, vampires, shifters...they all have a history, we've just put a bit of a twist in the romance department, but we definitely use the existing story.

Secondly, once we have our thread we get to mold it. Most of us start from the existing moment wherever we create our world. However, the fun of it is will we move our existing moment into the future? Will we create a story full of science fiction or shall I say science fact to-be? Or move through the trips and turns in a flashing sequence of back and forth memories of a puzzled adult trying to mend the pieces of a broken childhood? I bet we can all name at least three of these such books which were our favorites growing up, no matter what genre they were in. Especially considering so many of the genre's we have today are subsets of what used to be one giant block of books. Today, as readers, we get to be picky, and as a reader, it's something I'm very happy about.

Okay, back on track. Thirdly, the other direction our thread can go is backwards. Back to the beginning. We can unravel the tapestry and reweave a new one. Bring something completely new to the table; introduce the world to a whole new viewpoint of what the world thought they knew about those monsters.

This third one, is what I chose to do with my Atlantean Series. I decided The Ancient City of Atlantis is one such place, and the people who resided there are one such people. There are innumerable stories, tales, imaginings, and legends about Atlantis...so I chose to introduce you to one of my own. In the Atlantean Series, I get to twist and weave a brand new tapestry for you, one where evil isn't as obvious as one might think, and the good are driven by just as many demons as the rest of us are. I guess you could say, that even though they aren't human by creation, they are human in the ways that make us all human. Life.
Of all the tales of The City of Atlantis, only one is true...

After the creation of Earth, God saw that Man was destroying the land, raping it and taking from it what he wanted, leaving the land to die. This was not acceptable, and God decided to save the waters of Earth. He created a race of Women called Atlanteans, and they would hold sway over all the waters of Earth. Every daughter born would sing for her true mate, a song only he could hear. When her human mate would come to her side, at Atlantis, he would make his decision to be with her in her life, or she would abandon her life in Atlantis for his home land. Each becoming either human or Atlantean in order to live fully with their mate. It was this way for thousands of years. Until one day, when the Prophetess to the Queen turned bitter and spiteful after hundreds of years of calling for her mate. Being in her ancient years, unmated, drove the Prophetess mad, and in a moment of desperation, she tried to seduce the King. Shocked and betrayed the King immediately told his Queen, for fear the Prophetess would turn the Queen against him. The Queen acted swiftly, and harshly, banishing the Prophetess for all eternity. Anger and hurt, bile and bitterness rose from within the Prophetess, and when she spoke, the only words which left her heart-hardened lips were the following curse. In that single moment, every volcano exploded, worlds shifted, and Atlantis sank, leaving only the young Atlanteans who were unmated alive.


All these hearts so full of love

Songs on your lips and words on your tongue
Stone you will turn, each couple and pair
Leaving only the young ones
Alone their grief to bear
Every seven years, those left will get their turn
To sing for the love, that their hearts always yearn
But with each passing time that no one appears
Your heart too will harden and eyes spring forth stone tears
When your heart turns complete and solid as mine
You will belong with me for the rest of your time
From Full to New Moon, two weeks will be all
Until your lovely song becomes only a Siren's call.

If this particular beginning of a new tapestry speaks to you, then you should be certain to grab Treading Water, the first book of this wonderful new series. Treading Water will be released by all vendors in ebook an paperback May 25, 20017.

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Monday, May 8, 2017

Boyajian's Star

When contemplating where the space ship mining Saturn's ring calls home, I have to consider Boyajian's Star. 

The reason is simple. The star seems to dim in ways that is like no other star.  

Thus, serious scientists are considering the possibility that there is a planet which is capturing the sun's light and converting it into energy.

That implies sentient beings exist on the planet with technology far beyond ours.  

Right now, we simply don't know enough to say if that is what is going on. What we do know is NONE of the other possibilities that have been considered seem viable.

So I'm conscripting the planet as home-base for the ship mining minerals in Saturn's disk. (What we've been calling a moon: PAN) They have to live somewhere when not mining minerals from Saturn.

Now I have some of them spending their time on Titan, which is oddly much older than Saturn, but then so might the planet containing the energy of the Boyajian's Star be older as well.

Technically, they seem to be far beyond us. So they may be able to transport entire planets on their whim.

If so, then it is highly likely, they will be methane based rather than water based sentients.

It makes sense given methane based sentients would prefer much colder climates (-290 F) than water based sentients. (Methane needs to be really cold to be a liquid. It boils at -257.8 F.  Thus, the temperature of Titan may be regulated to ensure methane life can survive.

While it is likely they are harnessing their sun's power and converting it to other sources, it is also possible they are just trying to cool down their planet so it does not self-destruct as Earth does in Destination: Titan.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Cailin Briste shares It Takes A Cat Burglar

Hi, I’m Cailin Briste, and I have big news to share. 
May 7 is the release date for 
It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Romance. 

Pre-order now on Amazon.

Read it in Kindle Unlimited on May 7. 

Sign up for my newsletter to receive a reminder on its release date. See link below. 

It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense 

Romance By Cailin Briste 

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. 

Darcelle’s reflection stared back at her from the solid mirror that covered the side of the Jepsen Building where she hung, suspended twelve hundred feet above the city sidewalk. Anger and determination filled the charcoal-gray eyes of her mirror image. Even as an infant, the darkness integral to her nature must have peered out of round, solemn baby eyes that weren’t the expected dark brown of her mother and father or the amber of her twin sister. No, she’d been born with eyes best described as a grayish mist. With each passing year, they’d grown darker. Someday they might rival the night sky that tonight was a wash of black pushed back by the ineffectual streetlights below and the pale serenity of a waning moon. The skull cap she wore covered the braids she’d used to tame her masses of kinky cinnamon curls. 

No breeze stirred the night air, for which she was thankful. The micro-cable anchored to the sidewalk didn’t allow for much sway as the winch above pulled her higher. The noise of traffic wafted up like a soundtrack to another reality. 

She swung a leg over the ledge surrounding the roof of the building. Sunrise was less than an hour away, but for now, the wealthy residents of the Jepsen slept below her, convinced that the security they spent thousands of credits on created an impenetrable barrier around them. She smirked, satisfied she was about to prove them wrong. The latest antiskimmer technology may prevent aircars from landing, but it didn’t keep out birds or, as in her case, people who avoided the domed security field by slipping under it at the edge of the building’s roof. 

Security plans always had holes. Her day job at the Art et Antiquités Institut de la Sécurité was to close those she discovered in her client’s protection profiles, or at least render them too small to be exploited. Your average cat burglar couldn’t accomplish what she was attempting. The mirrored facade of the building resisted any attachments, so any of the standard slick surface anchors were worthless, as were the nonslip soles of her shoes. It was worse than trying to climb on ice. 

Over the last year Darcelle had honed her skills to surpass those of the typical thief. The instructions she received before each job had included training exercises and detailed steps for committing each robbery. It was as though she was being mentored by a master thief, a man she’d never seen much less met or spoken with. Notes were his sole means of communication, written in a flowing script that was both masculine and artistic. 

This was the most difficult assignment she’d received. She couldn’t land on the top of the building, she couldn’t climb the side, and attempting to penetrate through an entrance was equally impossible. Not a problem. 

The surface of the roof was covered in fine-grain sand. She dropped from the ledge, squatting to avoid skidding and falling on her ass. The bands of her harness burned as though they were embedded in her skin. She snapped the releases and pulled the harness off, rubbing between her legs and over her lower butt cheeks. The painful part of this operation was over. She let the harness fall next to the winch. When the break-in was discovered, they’d find the hoist chem-sealed to the ledge of the Jepsen’s roof. Let the security guards figure that out. It hadn’t taken her long the previous night to use a gravity drone to slip it under the security field and drop it onto the ledge. The breakable containers filled with chems on the winch’s underside had smashed, allowing the contents to mix and bond the winch to the stone, and the hoist had been ready to use. 

She turned, squinting across the roof at an aircar circling in the distance. Time to get indoors. 

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 likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses? 

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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