Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Saving Terranue by Liza O'Connor

The Oddities of Terranue

There’s a lot of strange issues with the planet Terranue.

First, the entrance into Terranue is very rough, far rougher than it should be. And the pilot could tell you if you’re friends with him, that the roughness occurs when they fly into a thick orange haze. But why is there a thick haze? When they land the sky is blue and the sun is shining.

Second, there are T. rexes, giant grizzly bears the size of elephants, and saber-tooth lions roaming about the planet.

Third, there are five seasons, three of which are deadly.

Marybell, the organically grown sentient computer, carbon dates the planet and it is considerably older than the universe it is in. How is that even possible?

There are also blue bulls on the planet (Sargon), who look a great deal like the large blue bull that Tamsarandem (a Three-bonded soul) brought with them, and the oldest bull claims he can remember back to the very first big bang. That’s a great deal older than this universe.

Also Zousan’s father, the conniving cheating Cronus, has planted something terrible inside the planet that will destroy everything in a short while.

As matters play out, from these facts, Marybell postulates the following: a) The First God is alive, b) doesn’t like cheaters and c) supports The Path of Light.

Or maybe they’re just incredibly lucky? In the Multiverses, anything can and will happen.

What do you think?  Could an ancient planet just appear in a new universe?

Surviving Terranue
Liza O’Connor


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.


Pane relays the facts he’s determined to his captain:
“The planet has several lethal lifeforms, some sentient, some half sentient, and some not so bright.”

“Start with the sentient,” Zousan ordered.

“There are large blue cattle, much like the blue bull that accompanied Tamsarandem.”

“That’s odd.”

“Not really. A DNA analysis we did twenty years ago indicated the bull called Blue is the same species, only healthier, larger, stronger, and smarter.”

“Well, that’s not going to make him popular,” Zousan grumbled.

“On the positive side, he’s not a smartass,” Pane offered.

“Which means…?”

“He is more likely to dominate and take control of the other bulls rather than barb with witty comments. Assuming that is his intention, I left tablets for the shaman to help assist him in succeeding in his tasks. I thought this important given the huge pile of bones that lay in their valley.”

Zousan didn’t like the sound of that. “Explain, please.”

“The planet appears to have had or still has T. rexes. The foliage is very dense in some places and I’m not able to get a read if they still exists. However, there are over a thousand skulls of T. rexes in one section of the blue bulls’ valley, some of them recently dead, so I suspect, they still exist and the bulls, while considerably smaller, have some way to kill them.”

“Have you picked up any signs of a live one?” Zousan asked. His anger flared recalling how several of his idiot Gods got into a competition supersizing everything on planet Zepwick. What a bloody nightmare that had been. Fortunately, the planets cyclical deep freeze took care of the problem. While some of the animals survived, they did so in smaller size. While still lethal, they at least didn’t eat an entire campsite of humans for each meal.

“The scan didn’t pick up signs of live ones, but as I said, the foliage is preventing clear scans of the planet.”

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Liza is a multiple genre author of 40+ novels.

After ten years of doing nothing but writing novels, she is now attempting to publish 11 books a year in various genres: Contemporary, Historical, Western, Sci-Fi, Paranormal and crossovers between one genre to another. Fearless and determined, she strives to find books you will love.

Liza’s favorites books in her library are:
A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love. This is an ongoing series with book 9 coming out soon.  

 A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series of five books.

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Sunday, April 15, 2018

Surviving Outbound By Liza O'Connor

Leaving Earth and traveling through space to an unknown planet is not an easy choice to make. However, Earth can no longer support the mass of humans it holds. Except for a few protected enclaves, the human race is starving and society has fallen into the hard truth of KILL OR BE KILLED.

Knowing this day would come, the shamans have a ship ready to leave.
They now only await for their prophecy to occur.

Surviving Outbound
Liza O’Connor
With the prodding of 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.

Shaman Daniel, who sat to the Seer’s right, spoke urgently to their leader, his request loud enough to be heard by all. “Allow me to bring in someone with more experience.”

The Seer placed his hand on Daniel’s arm. “We wouldn’t even know of The Soul-Bond of Three if not for Shaman Troy. He alone found the Cave of Light and mastered the lost language of Gaelic. He then discovered the passages that foretold of The Soul-Bond of Three. Do you truly believe a boy so young could have achieved such a feat without the help of the Gods?

“Your Imminence, I do not deny the boy has accomplished much, but perhaps he has done all that he was meant to do. Perhaps now, it is time for our scholars to take over.”

Shamans around the table nodded in agreement.
Shaman Troy bowed his head in shame. He had failed everyone.

The Seer of Light shook his head. “I have never forbidden any of you to search caves for lost tablets, from learning the archaic languages of the past, or from discovering hidden clues in sacred texts. By all means, assist in this critical matter if you will. But Shaman Troy will continue the path he set upon twenty years ago when he was a mere child of twelve. And I have faith the Gods will deliver The Soul-Bond of Three to Shaman Troy when the time comes.”

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Liza is a multiple genre author of 40+ novels.
After ten years of doing nothing but writing novels, she is now attempting to publish 11 books a year in various genres: Contemporary, Historical, Western, Sci-Fi, Paranormal and crossovers between one genre to another. Fearless and determined, she strives to find books you will love.
Liza’s favorites books in her library are:
A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love. This is an ongoing series with book 9 coming out soon.  
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Thursday, April 12, 2018

Christine Myers presents her Cyborg Awakenings prequel for free & book 1 Vyken Dark


Cyborg romances have become a favorite of mine, so I decided I would like to write one. While I have used some of the usual cyborg tropes, I worked hard to make the story my own.

Back in Book One of the Aledan Series, I had created a post-apocalyptic Earth of the future where Hankura went back to find his psi-mate. A colonial survey company from Earth went to New Procyon to see if it would be profitable to finance mining colony there. Only the Mesaarkans got there first, so the survey team killed them to protect their interests. But, one got away.
The Mesaarkans took revenge on Earth and dozens of colonies by destroying every major city on the planet. 

Without enough natural humans to fight the interstellar war that lasted over one hundred years, they started making cyborgs to fight it. Genetically engineered human embryos were grown in nurturing tanks, injected with nanocybots and bioelectric computers in their brains. Their growth accelerated for them to emerge full-grown within five years.

Enter cyborg VKD-08463. After his first mission in the Prequel, his human side realizes the cyborgs have been made to perform humanity’s most nefarious work by killing other beings. VKD-08463 likens himself to the ancient Viking warriors and names himself Vyken Dark.

After 80 years of war, killing Mesaarkans, the war is over, and Federation Admiral Gregor who is Vyken’s friend and mentor is dying. As his last wish, he asks Vyken to go back to Earth to help rebuild civilization in Chicago USA. The Admiral has always known there was more to Vyken Dark than a killing machine. He believes that in helping to build an enclave to help the people struggling to survive that Vyken can make a life for himself.

All of this is presented in the free prequel Cyborg Awakenings which is a 12k word story with two sample chapters of Vyken Dark at the end of the story. Cyborg Awakenings is an origins story that gives the background of Vyken Dark and his female Danya Hill who are introduced in the first scene of Vyken Dark.
Although there is an instant attraction between them, both are guileless as to how to begin the relationship.

Here is a snippet from Vyken Dark:

“Thank you for helping us,” Danya said, looking up into his eyes. She was a little over medium height, but Vyken was still head and shoulders taller.

They both knew what would have happened had he not been there. They might both be dead, and they probably would have raped Danya before they killed her.

The thought made Vyken clench his jaw and wish he had killed them for the human waste of resources they were. On the other hand, females were valuable to replenish their race. It was against their code to harm women who were not involved in armed combat against them.

“It wasn’t a fair fight,” Vyken said. He stepped closer and reached out to stroke her cheek with his fingertips. He searched his memory bank for an appropriate thing to say. He had no experience flirting or courting a woman. “I am attracted to you.”

“That’s certainly straight to the point,” she smiled at him faintly. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
“No. My experience with women is limited to my service with them during my training and the war. I know how to give sexual pleasure…”

“I just bet you do,” she chuckled.

“But I never learned the courtship process,” he admitted.

Danya gave him a full smile. The big cyborg was gorgeous---handsome face with a square jaw, piercing blue eyes, cropped blond hair and ripped muscular body. Danya could easily imagine pleasure in his arms once she got to know him a little better. She felt her core come to life for the first time in a long time.

“Well, these days, I don’t know as people bother with that anymore,” she said. She put her hand over his as his fingertips rested against her cheek. “I think the attraction is mutual, but I think we have to know each other before we get to the sexing, Vyken.”
She took his hand and held it in both of hers. “Helping my dad and me out of that jam, sure earned you some serious consideration.”

Momentarily, Kydel emerged from the treatment room. Danya let go of Vyken’s hand and turned to the medic.  “Is he going to be okay?”

“He will,” Kydel stated. “He will sleep now for a few hours while the nanites do their work. In the meantime, Vyken will take you to the mess to get some food. Your father said you were looking for food when you were attacked.”

“Food would be great,” she said, “A bath and clean clothes would be nirvana.”

“We’ll get your food first, and then we can probably find clothing in the storeroom to fit you like we are wearing,” Vyken said. He was wearing khaki green cargo pants and a black t-shirt under a khaki green jacket. “We used to have women serving on the ship’s crew, but they have all passed on or were killed in battle.”

“Pants and a shirt will do me just fine,” she said.
“Come, I’ll take you to the mess.  Our selection is limited, but the meal bars are nutritious.”

Vyken led the way, and Danya fell into step beside him. They emerged from sickbay into the light gray metal corridor. He measured his stride, so she didn’t have to strain to keep up with him, sensing she was weakened by malnourishment. The door to the mess hall opened automatically when they approached, and Vyken showed Danya to the hand cleaning station by the entrance. He took her to a table away from the others then went to the dispenser and got two meal bars for her and one for himself.

“The normal serving is one, but you look like you could use an extra one,” he said handing her two of them as he sat down at the table across from her.
Despite her hunger, Danya opened the first one carefully and took a bite, chewing it slowly. It was lightly sweetened peanut butter flavored and tasted delicious to her. Hungry as she was, she ate slowly, chewing each bite carefully.

“Mmm!” she murmured. “I haven’t eaten in a couple days. This tastes delicious.”

The other women were sitting at a table with their children eating meal bars with the cyborg called Jolt. Danya looked at them but didn’t recognize them. They didn’t seem much older than her twenty-five years. For that matter, Vyken didn’t appear much older than she, but Danya guessed he must be. Cyborgs didn’t seem to age at the rate regular people did. All of them were later models, and they could have been as old as seventy-five years.

That was the word on the street, perhaps more legend than fact. The cyborgs definitely were impressive. Danya was hard pressed to stop herself from drinking him in with her eyes. Vyken did not seem at all self-conscious under her keen observation. He knew he was a superior being in looks and ability as a warrior and as a man. He liked the appreciation that gleamed in her eyes.

“Is there water or something to drink?”

“We have plain water and flavors lightly sweetened.”

“Just water is fine.”

Vyken got up and went to the water dispenser and filled two recyclable glasses with cold water then brought them back to the table placing one in front of Danya and one at his place at the table.  He noticed the bruises on her arms from where the thug’s fingers had pressed into her flesh. It made him angry. Mine!
He felt like ripping that worthless piece of humanity apart with his bare hands. Even more, he wished to lick the marks on her arm so his nanites could repair the damage that caused the bruises.

“If you don’t mind,” Danya said, “I will save the other one for later. If I eat them both, I might not keep them down.”

“If that’s what you want. We have an ample supply of food for many years to come. You can have more anytime you wish,” he told her. “We have space for three hundred people on this ship. I want you and your father to stay here with us. You’ll be safe here.”
“And convenient for you…” Danya quirked an eyebrow as she looked at him speculatively.
“And for you to know me better, Danya. You and your father will be safe here,” he said. “We are here to recruit people to rebuild a civilized society and suppress the gangs of thugs that prey on females and males not skilled in fighting.”

“You want me, but then what?” she asked boldly meeting his gaze.

“You are mine,” he said with complete certainty. “It’s genetic. You are my female.”

“How do you know that?”

“Pheromones,” he said simply.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s something your body releases to attract your mate. I sensed yours and reacted to them,” he explained. 
Even then he could smell her arousal, but she seemed to be fighting it.

“What if I don’t want to mate with you?”

“You do. Your body is telling us both that you do,” he said softly.

Danya’s face grew hot, and her cheeks turned pink. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy contracted as she sat looking at him. “Well, don’t hold your breath. I don’t just bang every guy that saves my life and my father’s.”

Vyken took that as a ‘no,’ but he could wait. It would take time to gather the people to set up the Enclave in the old cyborg facility. The female would not be part of it; she would understand eventually. Bonding with her would take time.

“And I don’t wish to ‘bang’ just any female.” He gave her a faint smile and took a sip of water. “You are the only female I want. I would agree to bond with you before breeding.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she teased, and her eyes sparkled with humor.

Vyken was only sure that she would be his mate and that she wanted him. He just didn’t know how long she would resist her desire for him.

“If you have finished eating, we can go to the storeroom and get you fresh clothing,” he said, rising from his seat.

“Yeah, okay.” She got up, and they left the mess hall together. He led her down the hall to a lift and took it down four levels to the cargo bay. It was located adjacent to the storeroom and the landing bay. 

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Monday, April 9, 2018

Steam Punk adventures by Jayne Fury

It’s takeover time! Thanks Liza for letting me wax on about my latest releases.

Salvete and well met. I’m Jayne Fury, a USAToday Bestselling Author of quirky speculative fiction with romantic elements. My books have a little pulp and a little romance. I write both ScifiRom and Urban Fantasy.

My two latest releases are a fun romp into fairytale retellings and set in a steampunk world. One is a novelette and the other is a short novel set in the Solar Flame universe. These romances are set in a scifi universe where corporate greed has taken on galactic proportions but despite that, or perhaps because of it, love finds a way.

Strong heroines. Smart men. Impossible odds.

I love steampunk. I’ve been into it for over twenty years and attended the first Steampunk convention in Seattle. I’m a bit obsessed and a little confused as to why I haven’t written in this genre before. But finally...

Corsets & Cogs 

The first of my releases this month is in the release Corsets and Cogs: A Steampunk Fiction Collection with 24 other stories. It’s the number one new release in Gaslamp Fantasy. My contribution, Royal Ruse, is a sweetly told story told in classic fairytale style… a steampunk fairy tale… in space.

Rose Wappington is a war-weary soldier out to seek her fortune in the wide wide universe. The planet of Qaomori beckons with the promise of a bright future. But first, she’ll need to solve the mystery of where the twelve princes disappear to at night.
If she fails, she’ll lose her head.

Royal Ruse is a whimsical role-reversal retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses fairy tale… plus airships, mad science, and mystery.

This limited-time anthology features tales of whimsy and wonder rife with gaslamp masquerades, steam-driven dirigibles, clockwork landscapes, gadgets and gears, and more.

Gaslight & Graves 

The second story is an expanded version of Royal Ruse. This story is novel length with lots more detail and romantic shenanigans. It’s called Midnight Dance.

This story ready for preorder in Gaslight and Graves for 99ß

~ USA Today bestselling, author of SciFi Romance and Urban Fantasy ~

Jayne Fury was raised in New York by a Boy Scout and a flock of canonical penguins. She went to university in Rome where she developed her lifelong love of shoes. When she returned she promptly moved West because she’s left handed and claustrophobic. She has walked across Spain. Twice.

Jayne lives on her urban farm in the Pacific Northwest with cats, backyard velociraptors, ukuleles, all the yarn, and extremely tolerant husband.

Jayne’s Solar Flame universe is quirky space opera with a little pulp and a little romance. Her Guardians of Ghael Urban fantasy series is the noir lovechild of Dashiell Hammett and Cowboy Bebop.

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Friday, April 6, 2018

Telling time in Space by Liza O'Connor

Telling time in Space
How could spacemen traveling through space measure time in a meaningful way?
It’s not as simple as it sounds.
On Earth, we initially established our years, days, minutes, and second between the Earth’s rotation around the sun.  It’s not quite accurate, which explains our leap year every four years, but it does well enough to get by.
But what if we moved to the new Oceana, a planet far away in a different galaxy? Would we call a single rotation of our new planet around our new sun, a year?  But what if it has two suns (which it does) and our planet is a moon rotating around a large gaseous planet that rotates between two suns. What if that rotation shifts from time to time due to the gradational pull of each sun?

Those are matters my Oceanics must deal with, but honestly, they are flexible with time, it being an illusion and all. If it is dark, they sleep. If it is light they study or work according to the plans of their teachers. They have no perceptible season in the water since it remains a pleasant temperature year around. So no one actually cares what time it is.

In book 2, my human (well, mostly human) colonists will land on a very different a planet. The planet comes with five seasons, three of them quite deadly and the sentient beings, who resemble cows and bulls, count their years by the passing of the five seasons. It makes sense that on such a planet you will create time categories that work specifically for your planet. It’s not helpful to designate a certain number of days a year if it doesn’t consistently correspond with changes in the seasons.  If May is freezing one year, and underwater the next year because you failed to alter ‘time’ to your new life cycle, you aren’t going to be a successful colonist.
So how will we do this?
If we arrive with watches set to earth, what good are they? If they have no means to be recalculated, then they are worthless.
One already invented measurement device uses a pulsar to tell time. But while considered ‘out of space’ from our position on earth, it wouldn’t be accurate for a spaceship to use as it flew toward and away from its pulsar.
However, the latest advancement in atomic clocks is one called the Quantum Logic Clock that’s based on measurements of individual ions of Beryllium and aluminum. It could set a truly Universal standard that regardless where you are in the universe, you could use since all you need to do is bring the ions with you.
One should expect all space stations and ships will adapt to Universal Standard time, since they have no ‘seasons’.
However, most planets will prefer to use a clock that corresponds with their seasons based on their rotation around their sun or suns. Not a problem if all time devices include a small computer within which can translate Universal time to local standards. 
So while in local standards Earth time doesn’t not equal Terranue time, the pulse of universal time that runs ALL clocks is the same. And if you need to talk to someone off planet, you can flip over to Universal time and tell them when they should arrive. Otherwise, there might be a time confusion and they’ll try to land in Hard Days when the temp climbs to 240 degrees, or Cold days when it drops 40 below freezing, or worse yet, they attempt to land in Angry Days when the winds and hail would obliterate the ship in short order. 
In my story, this single quantum pulse is called an echon.

However, for ease of reading, the time conversions have been made to this version of my book so Earth people can understand the times, since they have failed to adapt to the Universal standard system.

The Gods of Probabilities
Liza O’Connor
The Gods require a time shifter to ensure the Path of Light reigns during the final collapse of possibilities. To speed the process of finding an Oceanic with the specific talents needed, God DNA is induced in several batches of Oceanic eggs, resulting in a generation of brilliant tiny blue Oceanic children.

One charming boy named Drogan has the ability to manipulate quantum reality in ways that will 

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