Thursday, November 15, 2018

Arrival Titan by Liza O'Connor





Escaping imminent death
There were a great many people who didn’t want the colony of scientists to succeed. In fact, they concocted fifteen sabotages to prevent the team from reaching Titan. And due to some extraordinary efforts by the soldiers, the scientists, and the students, and their AI, all fifteen attempts to stop them failed.

The ship quantum leaped into the nearby space of Titan, only the captain of the ship intended to dump all the brilliant teens into space, and torture Colonel Lancaster to death. The remaining scientists and soldiers would have become slaves. 

 While the captain believed all the students and scientists were safely locked in their tiny rooms, the little bots quickly released them and lead them to the hold, where their animals were being kept. The scientists sent their little bots into ceiling ducts to locate the wiring for the main controls of the ship, so they could take control of the ship from the hold.

Then a bot was sent into the ceiling ducts searching for the scent of Colonel Lancaster. It quickly located the room Lancaster was lock in and unlocked his door. Then the bot moved ahead, checking for dangers, as it led him to the hold.
When Lancaster arrives in the hold, he discovers Scarlett, their fabulous AI, has taken control the ship and everyone not in the hold is taking a nap.


Arrival: Titan
By
Liza O’Connor


 Blurb

Captain Drake has his own agenda, and it doesn’t include Colonel Lancaster, or the students being alive for much longer. Fortunately, the scientists and students are a formidable group to go against. The attempted takeover is stopped with only one death.

When Scarlett lands the ship on the north pole near the methane lake, they discover several sentient life forms. They also learn that the moon, Pan, is actually a ship called the Death Star, mining minerals in the outer rings of Saturn. Even more shocking—Jupiter is not a planet, but a disguised ‘eye in the sky’ watching over the mining interests of a superior sentient planet.



Excerpt
Captain Caesar Drake pointed to a chair. “Strap in and avoid movement.” He then took his captain’s chair and spoke in his com unit. “Prepare for transport, at mark of ten.”

As the numbers counted down on the monitor, Drake glared at Lancaster. “Sorry, but you’re going to have to miss your court-marshal, because destiny awaits me.”

At the count of one, a bright light flashed before Lancaster. He held his breath waiting for reality to return. For a very long moment, he seemed to be in the same instant of time. Then with another flash of light, all seemed normal, except for the image before him.

On the monitor was Titan, a little over seven-hundred and fifty-nine thousand miles away from its massive, ringed planet, Saturn.

Titan, a moon most like early Earth, and now the future of mankind—if they could do what nature had done on its own to Earth. Otherwise, they would simply die here. But they had a chance, albeit slim, to succeed, and that was better odds than those left on Earth.

Given the brilliance of the scientists and kids that were in this ship, Colonel Lancaster believed it possible.

The captain wasted no time admiring their orange fuzzy home or the beauty of Saturn and her lovely rings. Instead, he engaged the engines and headed straight towards Titan. After three seconds, he disengaged the engines and let the ship continue on its own momentum.

“Will that be sufficient?” Colonel Lancaster asked.

His former friend and presently annoyed captain responded.
 “Are you capable of flying this ship?”

“No, I’m not. However, I do outrank you, so let’s not start a pissing war. Survival will require all of our brilliance. I just wanted you to share your thoughts with me, because you are now a part of this team…unless you had orders to return to Earth.”

Drake sighed. “No. This is a one-way journey. No do-overs. We, hopefully, will have sufficient fuel to search for an optimal landing spot. Otherwise, we’ll land where we can until your scientist can create some form of fuel that this ship can use. Fortunately, the gravity pull is quite mild here. So, we won’t need to waste fuel on landing if we land somewhere that allows for a long runway drift-down.


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Thursday, November 8, 2018

Destination: Titan by Liza O'Connor


Meet the main characters
Tamara: She’s not even considered important when she first arrives but very soon she is critical to the mission.





Destination: Titan
By
Liza O’Connor
 Blurb
With Earth destined for a new ice-age, seven scientists and twenty-two brilliant teenagers are gathered in a compound deep within a mountain. There they struggle to come together as a group and complete the projects needed for their survival in the inhospitable environment of Titan, one of Saturn’s moons. However, certain factions on Earth have no intention of letting Project Einstein succeed. Keeping the group alive and productive is the hardest task Colonel Lancaster and his soldiers have ever had, but they are determined to succeed no matter how well the saboteurs have planned. The continuation of the human race depends upon it.

Excerpt
Her mentor was the brightest man she knew, but this didn’t make any sense at all!
“So, you’re telling me I was chosen over every other biochemist in the world because my favorite color is orange.” Tamara tugged at a strand of her short blonde hair. Maxwell’s eyes sparkled. “I love the way your brain tunnels in and isolates the key differentiator.”
“The fact I like the color orange should not be a key differentiator.”
Her mentor shrugged and paced the small, open space of the conference room. “Well, when all other things were equal, it became so. This project requires a top biochemist under the age of thirty, in excellent health, unmarried, with no constraints that would prevent traveling. There were quite a few scientists who met those requirements. Therefore, further differentiators were selected. The ability to work with teenagers dropped out all but two, and your clear preference for the color orange put you securely on top of the last remaining candidate.”
“But it’s a meaningless differentiator unless we’re going someplace that only has the color orange.” She fell silent as she considered that possibility. “Exactly how far will we be traveling?”
“Quite a distance.” His eyes twitched several times.
They only did that when he was conflicted, which told her she was asking the right question to discover whatever it was that he was under orders not to reveal. “Will we be traveling on Earth or away from it?”
The twitches intensified.
“Tam, I cannot tell you anything until you’ve agreed to go.”
“Jesus! We’re going to Titan, aren’t we?”
He removed his reading glasses and pressed his hand over his left eye to still the twitches. “I can neither confirm nor deny that.”
Titan: Saturn’s orange moon. Forty percent the size of Earth and rich in life-supporting chemicals. Bedrock composed of ice, rivers and seas of liquid methane, and enough hydrocarbons to heat the Earth for a thousand years.
“What is the purpose of the trip?”
“I cannot tell you anything until you agree to go.”
“Well, I cannot give you my answer until I know if we’re going to harvest the hydrocarbons for Earth or if we’re going to try to colonize it.”
Max now had both eyes covered with his hands. “Tam, I cannot tell you. You will just have to use that brilliant mind of yours to figure it out all on your own.”
His response told her that something he’d said had provided the answer. She focused on the ability to work with teenagers. You wouldn’t take teenagers on a ship to harvest, but you would to start a colony. By the time they arrived, they’d be young adults possessing a full span of child-bearing years.
“I’ll go.”
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Friday, November 2, 2018

TAYRYM Galactic Defenders #4 by Jessica E. Subject

WHEN WRITING DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT


As an author, having a story planned out before you sit down to write it can be a great thing. Other times, it’s a burden and can cause the worst writer’s block. Why? Because sometimes the story just doesn’t feel right.

The next Galactic Defenders story was supposed to be JACE. I had the story plotted out. But when I went to write it, I didn’t like the plot. Not at all. And I didn’t know what to do to change it. So I put that aside and decided to write SCRYM. The original storyline had him going off to be a Defender with Gwenodyn following him there to enlist as well. And they’d fall in love and live happily ever after. But that felt too predictable to me. Too much like stories I’d already read and told. I wanted to write something different.

I had already established Gwenodyn as his best friend. And decided that Scrym was his nickname, not his real name. SCRYM = a shortened version of “Scram Tayrym,” which he’d heard a lot as a child. And she was usually with him. After all, they’d been friends forever.

So after deciding that Tayrym and Gwenodyn would be nothing more than best friends, I had to find a love interest for Tayrym. That wasn’t hard with a little inspiration from pieces of my world. Once I had that figured out, I went back to plotting. It came easy, and this time when I went to write TAYRYM, it felt right.

I still don’t know what I’m going to do with JACE. But once I figure out a plot for him that feels right, I will write it. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the “right” version of TAYRYM.

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TAYRYM

Galactic Defenders #4

by Jessica E. Subject

Release date: October 29, 2018

Genres: Romance, Science Fiction, LGBTQ, New Adult, Space Opera, Action & Adventure

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-988428-10-9

Editor: Kate Richards
Cover artist: Fantasia Frog Designs

Keywords: secret crush, gay, LGBTQ, aliens, romance, love, military, space travel, first love, new adult

# of words: 30,500



BLURB:

Tayrym has dreamed of becoming a Galactic Defender since meeting the infamous Bryce when he was just a boy. Finally an adult and awaiting the day cycle he is set to leave for training, Tayrym learns his long-time crush shares his affections. Now, he’s unsure whether he wants to leave, which dream matters more.

With the threat of being sent away for his sexuality haunting him, Guri keeps his feelings for his former classmate to himself. Even with a new progressive ruler on Hemera, he still hides his attraction to the young man. But when he catches the other shadowing him, Guri decides to take a chance. The only problem is, the man of his desire is leaving the planet soon. Possibly forever.

With obstacle after obstacle in their path, will Tayrym and Guri ever have a chance to be happy together? Or are they destined to fulfill their dreams light years apart?

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EXCERPT 



Gwenodyn sat on the very front bench and leaned forward, examining all the players. “So, let me figure out which one you have the hots for.”

She might as well have thrown him onto the field with that statement. Tayrym wanted to run and hide. Thank goodness most of the players were at the other end.

She nudged him. “I can eliminate one already. The guy who’s the net minder at this end is one of our teachers. If it were him, you’d find ways to stay after school instead of coming here.”

True. He didn’t dislike the teachers. They were only a few years older. But, they didn’t leave him with ylafats in his stomach the way his crush did.

“And I doubt you’d go for the two shorter guys on the other team. They’re cute.” She bit her bottom lip. “Really cute. But, not your type.”

How did she know his type when he’d just told her he was attracted to guys? Though she was correct, so far.

“That leaves the best players on each team, the one with the strong cheekbones who looks like he’s dancing across the field or the younger guy on this side who is determined to win even down a player. He used to be in our class, sat behind you. I think it’s—”

The ball rocketed toward them from center field. Gwenodyn wasted no time moving in front of him to catch the ball.

“Fornax Raw! What was that for?” Sol, the net minder-teacher, called to the other player on his team.

Guri shrugged in response, his gaze on Tayrym. Or maybe Gwenodyn. Most likely her. Tayrym didn’t stand a chance.

The one Gwenodyn had said danced across the field ran over to them to collect the ball and bowed. “Sorry about that, Princess.” Once he threw the ball back onto the field, play resumed.

“Well, I wasn’t sure before, but now I’m positive you like the guy who kicked the ball right at your head. Though, after that, I’m not sure why.” She pinched his cheek. “He could have ruined your beautiful face.”




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Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to go to fitness class, listen to BTS, and walk her Great Pyrenees/Retriever her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Halloween with the Swat Team by Gail Koger

HALLOWEEN WITH THE SWAT TEAM

                             
 No, I wasn't arrested. Gee, what kind of person do you think I am? Okay, maybe I'm a bit psychotic but in a good way. But your question was, how did I get to spend Halloween with a bunch of hunky cops?

It all started when my new neighbors moved in. The minute I saw the stick thin, tattooed-covered biker chick I thought to myself, Houston we have a problem. I just knew she was a tweeker. For you civilian types it's cop talk for a meth user.

Being the friendly sort, I went over to introduce myself. Okay I'm a snoop. The second I told her I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher, the biker chick let out a shriek, and bolted into the house. Huh? I looked around, expecting to see a big, scary cop. Nope. Just me. What a twitchy little thing.

About that time two of her fellow tweekers roared down the street on their Harley motorcycles. You know the type. Big, dirty, and hairy. I waved all friendly like, and wondered where I had left my pepper spray. My new neighbors gave me the one finger salute and rode their motorcycles into the house. Nice.

Wanting to welcome them properly to the neighborhood, I typed up a nice letter, and left it in their mailbox. It said:  I know what you are doing. The police know what you are doing. We are watching you. Move now or face the consequences. P.S. There's a nice trailer park on Grand Avenue that would be perfect for your business.

The next day they had surveillance cameras installed. Yep, they were pointed at my house. Any time their "friends" showed up, I would walk out, and write down their license plate numbers. They scattered like roaches. I'm pretty sure I put a big dent in their business.

Halloween rolled around and dang it, they were still there. I wrestled my six-foot automated wicked witch to the bushes by the front door and turned on her motion sensor. Let the fun begin. The minute the doorbell sounded, the evil witch cackled wildly, and the screaming started. Hey, Halloween can be fun for adults too. I doled out candy to the giggling hordes of little fairies, princesses, and Batman wannabes. My wicked witch was a big hit.

My witch suddenly came to life and shrieked like an enraged banshee.  I opened the door and blinked in surprise as two cops sheepishly holstered their weapons. I grinned and held out my bowl of candy. "She scares the crap out of everyone."

Assuming his best tough cop demeanor, the cute older officer plucked a Snickers from my bowl, and replied, "Ma'am, there has been an incident next door, and we need you to go inside, and lock the doors."

Fat chance. I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher, and well versed in the art of prying information out of the most reluctant caller. I gave the officer my best smile and went in for the kill.

I got both of their phone numbers and found out that my neighbor's drug deal had gone south. They had a possible hostage situation, and they needed to use my front yard as a staging area for the SWAT team. Whoopee!  A bunch of hot cops in my yard. Not so whoopee was the chance of a major shootout. Where the heck had I put my bullet proof vest?

Ten minutes later a loud cracking boom sounded, and my wicked witch crackled insanely. The tweeker's house had been breached, and the good news was no shots had been fired. I took a cautious look out the front window, and watched the hunky cops stuff my idiot neighbors in the backseat of a patrol car. Freedom at last!    

My doorbell rang, the witch cackled gleefully, and I opened the door.  "Trick or treat," said the hot cop.  "Definitely the treat," I answered pulling him inside.



Gail Koger Bio:

I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for thirty-one years and to keep insanity at bay, I took up writing. Not to worry. The insanity isn’t catching – much. Other than the addiction to chocolate and the twitch in my left eye, I’m good. I’ve had my weird but true stories published in newspapers and magazines.

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Thursday, October 25, 2018

Surviving Sojourn by Liza O'Connor


Pane is the product of one of the God crew mating a sentient orangutan during an era when Zousan sent his fellows out to teach sentients not to kill each other. The crew called it the Make Love Not War campaign.

And it resulted in a great many baby Gods.

Normally, the God’s DNA overwhelms the other species resulting in pure God DNA in the offspring.
Except, on occasion, it turns out the sentient creature will have stronger, better DNA in some sections of the DNA strand resulting in a mix breed rather than a pure God. That is how Pane came to be.

While Zousan was worried when Athena took a liking to Pane—(He did not want furry grandkids), over time, he also grows very fond of Pane. He promotes him to top shepherd and constantly praises him for his fabulous ability to get sentients to cooperate with one another and solve their own problems. This is critical to the PATH of LIGHT's success upon the final collapse.
The contract Zousan signed severely limits the number of times Zousan or any of his crew can intercede to save the various sentients needed to save the Path of Light. So Pane’s incredible gift of persuasion, foresight, and genuine love for his sentients makes all the difference in their battle to ensure the Path of Light triumphs over darkness.
Over time, Zousan come to love Pane like a son. He could not be prouder of his top Shepherd.
But the sentient computer Marybell senses her Pane beloved needs physical love, so Marybell suggests and Zousan acquires a Tea Cup Puppy that resembles Pane a great deal. When the puppy licks Pane’s nose, he licks the puppy and a love bond is set forever.

Ah, Puppy Love!



Surviving Sojourn
By
Liza O’Connor
 Blurb
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 when Sojourn’s ship crash-lands on Terranue before their journey even begins.

Excerpt
Zousan smiled as he turned from his monitor. “Marybell, I have a great wish to reward Pane for his extraordinary work getting the alien bias removed from the books so Drogan could return to Captain Longfellow’s service.
“He did more than that,” the sentient computer replied. “By not placing Drogan on the crew list, your father has been under the presumption he died and thus has made no further attempts to kill the poor fellow.”
Zousan had wished he’d known what an ass his father intended to be. Then he would have bothered writing a trillion rules to stop his father from cheating. But no, he mistakenly believed he and his brothers and sisters had been successful with their intervention and his father had realized he needed to stop controlling all of their lives. Given all the troubles his father had plagued him with, he worried what happened to Poseidon’s fishing trip and Hade’s desire for a warm climate. He doubted his father had played fair with them anymore than he had with Zousan.
“What does Pane want more than anything?”
“To be woken with kisses,” she replied.
“I thought you loved Pane?” Zousan challenged.
“I do!”
“Then why did you suggest I find him another woman to warm his bed?”
“I suggested no such thing! I said he wanted to be woken with kisses.”
“And how do you propose we achieve the matter? I guarantee you no female on this ship will accept the job.”
“Well, I would, if I could, but I can’t. But I have found a cute little tea cup poodle to do the trick.”
“There’s a planet with sentient tea cups?” Zousan asked. He was definitely demoting whoever made tea cups sentient.
“Actually one your idiots did try to make sentient tea cups, to prank you, but when he poured the hot water into the cups, I made it so hot the cups melted, spilling hot water all over the idiot.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”
“We weren’t on speaking terms back then. You preferred your interface.”
“That was a huge mistake on my part. One in which I’m most thrilled to have changed.”
“Thank you. I much prefer our current relationship as well.”
“So, back to the original topic. What type of Tea Cups are able to kiss Pane awake?”
“It’s a puppy. A very tiny puppy. So small, he’ll fit in a tea cup. Which means Pane can keep him in his pocket so he doesn’t have to worry about the little fellow when he’s working.”
“Then let’s get him a teacup puppy. He’s more than earned those kisses.


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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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Saturday, October 20, 2018

Surviving Terranue @Liza0Conner




HEAVY THOUGHTS BY
LIZA O'CONNOR 

One disturbing point of my books is there are quite a few Pre-ordained deaths. Both Tamara and Blue are fully aware that their deaths were pre-ordained. On the positive side, neither actually ‘dies’. The simply transform into a different entity, rather like a powerful spirit.

I wouldn’t mind a pre-ordained death, especially if I got to help a great cause in doing so. Then, hopefully, I could get everything in order before my death. Maybe even clean the house, but that would be the last on my priorities. If I knew the exact time of my death, I could give all my stuff away and not worry about the future.  But alas, we don’t get an exact time of death. Even if you have cancer, exactly when you will go isn’t known until a short while before. Six months can be three months or nine.

I would love to know, down to the very second, so I could give away all my worldly goods in person. It would please me a great deal doing good deeds ‘til the end.

My spirit-Tamara was told by Pane, as she endured agonizing pains of death, that her demise was pre-ordained and necessary to protect her soul-bond and her husband when they go Outbound. And while she didn’t enjoy her excruciating death by poison, at least she didn’t have to blame herself for being stupid enough to stick her hand into a bag which was supposed to have apples in it only to be bitten by a deadly inland Taipan snake. That it rested in her bag of apples is most odd because it naturally lives in Australia, which was half-way around the world.

The Inland Taipan is normally non-aggressive to humans. It would prefer to get away from people. But stuck in a bag with a giant hand reaching in, it had no choice but to defend itself. And it did, killing Tamara in short order. As she died, Pane told her the good news about her transformation so she could keep Saran and Dmitri safe.

The other pre-ordained death is Blue’s, yet Pane has no idea who told him about his forthcoming death. Pane had no idea of the complexities required to save the Path of Light until a short time before the event when he dreamed a very complex solution to the problem at hand.

Do you think it possible that the dream Pane had in his sleep was like the advice he gives his sentients while they sleep? Did an even bigger God, possibly the First God, dream speak to him?


What do you think?


Surviving Terranue
By
Liza O’Connor

 Blurb
 Leading a colony of frightened people on a new world is rarely easy. The human colonists of Terranue have as their leader, Tamsarandem, the only Soul-bond of Three that has ever existed. Unfortunately, some perceive the innate kindness in the shaman’s choice of leaders as a weakness, thus, challenges begin. From the moment they arrive on the planet, self-survival instincts take hold among the colonists, putting the survival of the colony at risk.

To survive, they must act for the good of the colony rather themselves, even when their natural instincts tell them to do the opposite. First, they must befriend the dominant intelligent life form on the planet, long-haired blue cattle, only slightly smaller than the blue bull Tamsarandem brought with them. Second, they must find a way to survive three of the planet’s five seasons. Otherwise, they’ll be baked, frozen, and pummeled to death. Third, they must protect themselves from the giant bears, saber tooth lions, and T. rexes that roam their planet. But worst of all, deep within the planet, a seed of evil grows, waiting to devour every living creature on the surface.

Every day in their new paradise is a challenge to survive. Despite all the advantages the Gods have provided, success is neither easy nor certain, and people are rarely as good as they need to be.

Excerpt
 Zousan worried over the twenty-six percent probability of The Path of Light succeeding in every single universe. It made no sense! The chances of the same percentage occurring was less likely than every sentient being in existence choosing the correct Zega Lottery’s seven hundred game symbols. No. This had his father’s hand written all over it. Damn Cronus! Why couldn’t he just be proud of his son’s success? Why was he driven to crush and devour his children? Was his ego so fragile?

While Zousan wasn’t crazy about most of his offspring, he certainly didn’t spend a second on conniving ways to destroy them. He just left them behind when his father allowed him his own multiverse. He happily escaped the man’s tyranny, taking his one sweet offspring, Athena, with him. While his other children were a pain in the ass, he absolutely adored his talented, brilliant daughter.

Without her, he would have failed early on, since she was the only one Cronus had ever shared the secret of creating life with. Fortunately, his father adored Athena and had showed her how to make life when she was but a little girl, long before Zousan demanded his own multiverse which he assured his father would be far superior to his.

“Pane have you found the source of trouble?” he asked his top shepherd. 



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