The Multiverses of Liza O'Connor: June 2018

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Surviving Terranue @Liza0Connor

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

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

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 exist. 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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The Gods of Probabilities

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About Author

Liza O'Connor now has 11 sci-fi books published.

The first four books are the Multiverse Series: The Gods of Probabilities, Surviving Outbound, Surviving Terranue, and Surviving Sojourn.

This a humorous series with moments of serious danger.

The next series is: The Artificial Intelligence series: Public Secrets & The Birth of Adam. It's a sci-fi romance on earth.

Public Secrets

Birth of Adam

Series 3 is the SkyRyder's series. So far there are 3 books about the Scavenger:

Scavenger’s Mission

Scavenger Falters

Scavenger Vanishes

The fourth series is about going to Titan once the Earth heads toward another million year freeze.

Destination: Titan

Arrival: Titan

She also has 30+ books in various other genres.

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Saturday, June 23, 2018

Surviving Outbound by Liza O'Connor

Today, I’d like to explain the rarity of soul-bonds.

Having a soul-bond normally means two bodies share the same soul, which happens mostly with identical twins, but on a rare occasion, close siblings, and even rarer, two babies who are not even siblings. Before you ask about triplets and higher: No soul-bonds larger than a pairing has ever occurred. Not in this universe or any other.

In the future, when this story takes place, soul-bonds are recognized religiously as a single entity, since they will need to marry the same person. (Marrying two different people would result in bigamy.)

In truth, soul bonds rarely marry unless they possess a significant fortune in their own right. Otherwise, the non-soul bond in the marriage will become a minority owner of his or her own property, since legally it will be split three ways.

Why would two soul-bonds be treated as one religiously and as two legally? A marriage requires a religious bonding, and the shaman can sense the difference between two souls and one. The government has no idea if that’s really true since they don’t know any way to determine such. Thus, they go with what they do know, and that is a body count. If three are married by the shaman, then their property ownership is divided by three. Please note, a typical soul-bond marriage does not merge their soul with the third member. They only marry him or her. Just like a normal marriage of two. But if they divorce later, the soul bond gets 2/3^rd of the assets and the other partner gets 1/3^rd, regardless of what assets they owned before the marriage.

The results being: the chance of two women marrying a man are highly unlikely, since the man is far more likely to have money, than a woman, which he won’t want to lose his wealth if they later divorce. (Sorry to say, but a woman’s ability to earn equal pay continues to diminish since the year 2015, only now they make 30% of what a man does rather than the 70-80% in 2015. Thus, it is far more likely two male soul-bonds will marry a pretty single obliging lady, for then when they tire of her, and get a new wife, they’ll only lose 30% of the wealth and if they choose wisely, then she might bring sufficient property and funds that she leaves only with what she brought into the marriage. And if they marry a rich female, they could even make a living from repeated marriages—but after three marriages, the shamans won’t marry you anymore.

The Soul-bond of Three between Tamara, Saran, and Dmitri is rare in all situations.

Never has there been a true soul-bond of three before. (Which makes it astronomically rare.)

Due to their ownership of Blue, the ladies actually possess more “assets” than Dmitri since he owns nothing but a one room log cabin, which he built himself. Unfortunately, he can’t sell it, since it has no value to anyone else. All the land surrounding the cabin belongs to his mother, so without her permission, no one else can reach the cabin to live in it.

There are other oddities about this soul bond of three. First, the females are not related to one another. Also all three of the soul bond are different ages. But the strangest difference is that one of them is technically dead when the marriage becomes legal.

Tamara was killed six years prior, a few weeks after marrying Dmitri. However, since Dmitri held her by love and Saran held the other half of her soul, when she died, she became a spirit. However, once the three joined together, a wall of energy wrapped around them and they bonded into a single soul.

Surviving Outbound

Liza O’Connor

Blurb

Saran along with her ‘not dead, just no longer human’ soul-bond—Tamara, and their giant blue bull leave in search of a handler so Blue can escape Earth and travel outbound. The man Saran meets and falls in love with turns out to be Tamara’s husband. Their spiritual joining of three sets into play a prophecy written long ago. Together, they become Tamsarandem, the most powerful soul-bond in all the multiverses.

The shamans pay for their voyage to Terranue, an unknown planet, never before colonized by humans. In return, Tamsarandem must look after the other colonists and help them to prosper and find their Paths of Light. They will need to do this mostly on their own, for the Gods are running out of authorized interventions. However, the God Pane, with the help of the sentient ship-computer, Marybell, constantly search 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.

Having failed to stop Tamsarandem from leaving Earth, those who walk the Path of Darkness embed their own people, including their darkest lord, on the ship to ensure it will never arrive at Terranue.

Excerpt

After a pinch of pain, waves of pleasure overwhelmed Saran. These sensations touched her and Tarmara’s soul with the heat and passion of true love. Then, white stars burst as their souls combined. Dmitri’s soul fused with theirs into a single soul, with portions residing in their three bodies. They were now Tamsarandem, a soul that held the best of each: the bold optimism of Tamara, the loving kindness and generosity of Saran, and the strength and honor of Dmitri.

Saran cried out in ecstasy and heard her joy echoed in the cries of the other two. She had not expected this wonderful gift. Tamara had not told her.

“I did not know,” Tamara said. “It had not been this way without you Saran. The soul-bond required us all.”

“I had no idea that three soul-bond was possible,” Saran whispered in awe. Normally, a marriage of two soul bonds and a mate only provided the three members of the union equal legal rights. She had never heard of any three-pair becoming truly one in spirit before.

“Nor I,” Dmitri said.

Suddenly Blue’s voice rumbled into their heads. “A soul-bond of three has never happened before, not with any species on any world. I was right about you, Demitri. You hide great power deep within you.”

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About the Author

Liza O’Connor is a nut.

A prolific nut.

And she wanders all over the genres, having no respect for fences.

She writes Historical, Contemporary, Sci-Fi, Paranormal & Humor,

She does NOT BEHAVE!

So beware!

However, if your are brave and openminded, you may fall in love with her books.,,or at least some of them.

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Wednesday, June 20, 2018

The Gods of Probabilities by Liza O'Connor

Xenophobia – the future of racism.

Definition of Xenophobia – An Unreasonable fear or hatred of strangers from other lands/countries/planets.

Original usage: 1905-from the word Xenos, meaning strange added to Phobia, meaning fear. Together they mean: fear of strangers.

Current/Future usage: 2300 – Fear of sentient aliens, especially those who do not resemble a humanoid form.

In The Gods of Probabilities, Captain Zousan discovers a great deal of his crew harbor xenophobic attitudes. This comes to light when Pane is given the critical position of Shepherd for the planet Zepwick, which is vitally important for the success of The Path of Light.

Pane is the result of one of the Gods getting frisky with an orangutan species on the planet Hooweet in the Triangulum Galaxy. As the dominant intelligent life on the planet, they drove about in three wheeled helio cars that could also fly short distances. Their young people loved to go dancing and swinging ‘til the break of dawn, then head off to battle at break of dawn. They were warring with the other tribes, much like humans do, so Zousan sent one of his crew down to teach them to live in harmony.

Taking on the rally cry of “Make Love, not War” the sub-par God evidently followed his own advice. Nine months later, Pane was born. Normally, God genes dominated over the DNA of the native partner, and they always came out looking like… well, Gods. The men were handsome and strong, the ladies beautiful and svelte.

But not this time.

This suggests that Pane’s DNA proved stronger and better than the DNA of the idiot God that Zousan had sent to the planet. He would like to know exactly who he sent to the planet, only the computer refuses to tell him.

Despite Pane’s excessive fur, short bow legs, and a grey muzzle jutting from his brown furry face, Zousan thinks him an excellent shepherd, the best he has in fact.

Pane has great empathy for his charges, excellent problem solving skills, quick to give others credit for their ideas, diligent, focused, hardworking and never resents questions or suggestions. While disturbing in appearance, he handles his charges to perfection.

Zousan only wished he had more like Pane. But Pane is unique, both in his abilities and his hideous features. And his presence has brought to Zousan’s attention that he has a serious xenophobia problem.

Even knowing they might destroy The Path of Light by their actions or inactions, other crew members will ignore Pane's requests, even when they are signed off by his supervisor, Athena.

Zousan is constantly having to intervene because the Xenophobes on his staff will send Pane’s Highest Priority requests down to the bottom of a hundred yearlong queue.

He now threatens to send all Xenophobes home through the next black hole they pass. SANS SHIP!

While this has quelled the obvious signs of Xenophobia, nothing has altered the hearts of his crew. The Gods who were Xenophobes yesterday are still Xenophobes. They’re just more careful about it.

And the problem isn’t just with the Gods. The large contingency of humans in space, while claiming to follow The Path of Light, in truth walk a darker path, plotting to kill all other sentient lifeforms in the all the multiverses. I’m sorry to say, but some things never change.

The Gods of Probabilities

Liza O’Connor

Blurb

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 strengthen the Path of Light. Only trouble is that his gift runs a high probability of killing him and wiping out the Path of Light for good.

While the bureaucratic Gods will try to assist, in Quantum all possibilities not only can, but do happen, so the future is never certain.

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Liza O’Connor Bio

Liza 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. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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Sunday, June 17, 2018

Argen's mate by Clarissa Lake

Argen

Argen Trematu was home on leave from Farseek Brigade when the Sargan’s attacked his home world. After they destroyed the Farseek colony, Argen was scooped up with the rest of the survivors and sold into slavery. Uatu warrior, Lieutenant Commander Trematu didn’t make such a good slave. He rebelled at every turn which landed him on the Julconi prison planet fighting in the pit.

He thinks his life is over until an old friend comes to tell him the Farseek Mercenaries were coming to the rescue. Argen never thought landing on the prison world would be his lucky break.

…. And he never expected to meet her on the rescue ship.

Zoey

Zoey Addison was kidnapped from Earth to be sold into slavery. She's rescued with four other Earth women by the Farseek Mercenaries. Zoey joined the Mercenaries with her three friends because they had nowhere else to go. Her friends all found their soul mates among the crew and Zoey was feeling left out.

….Until she was checking in the rescues from Julconi. Dressed in rags and so dirty she could barely discern what color he was Argen walks up to her table and takes her hand. The attraction between them all most crackles.

The two share the dreams of the rest of the Farseek Mercenaries to return to Farseek with their people and build a life together never sure it will really ever happen…

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Preview:

Argen Trametu

The stench of unwashed bodies and smoke hung heavy in the air. The crowd was a noisy bunch, and a lot of them were drunk. If one didn’t know better, they might think they were in a rowdy bar in a seedy port city. But it was a prison planet, and we were all prisoners.

I was in the fight pit. It was my second fight of the night and his first. My last match didn’t last nearly long enough. I needed to punch someone or something for a lot longer than I got to punch him. I thought Alarian warriors were a tougher lot than that. Our match barely went three rounds, and most of his punches didn’t land. He smelled of rotgut whiskey, so maybe he was drunk. But I pounded him without mercy.

Even that was not nearly enough to assuage the rage I still felt at landing here on the prison planet of Julconi. I am a Uatu warrior from Farseek, and I had done nothing to warrant going to a prison planet for the rest of my life.

I was on leave visiting Farseek, my homeworld when the Sargans attacked and left our world in ruin. I remember walking with mother at the open-air produce market in the town square.

My next memory was waking up strapped to a bunk on a slave ship. I was no slave! I am an Uatu warrior of the Farseek Brigade! I escaped every chance I got.

They punished me, tortured me every time, and every time I did it again. I didn’t know the slavers put a tracker chip under my skin. I could never get to a starport to steal a ship and get off world. They used flying drones to track me. The drones had shockers that shot me and dropped me wherever I stood.

That was painful enough. Then the punishers shackle me naked by my wrists and ankles to what can only be called a torture frame. I’ve been whipped, beaten, and repeatedly shocked until I wished they would just kill me.

I hated being helpless to defend myself. The Sargans knew I would kill them had they left me unrestrained. They always tortured me unconscious before they took off the restraints and threw me in a cell until they could sell me off.

Finally, they must have grown tired of torturing me, so they sent me here. At least now I could fight back, sometimes three fights a night. So, far I haven’t lost, though sometimes I take a good beating before it’s over. Sometimes the pain is better than feeling nothing at all.

The next fighter was new and looked more evenly matched. The first round we danced around each other throwing and blocking punches. He was pretty good, but I was better. He clearly had training in hand to hand combat, but few styles compare to that of an Uatu warrior. I toyed with him for a while letting him think he was actually blocking me. The next round I made my move landed more blows than he could block. I pounded him and roared like a crazed animal when he fell, and the rules said I had to stop.

The rage just welled up inside me. He was no innocent. Duck, block, punch, pivot kick. He lasted five rounds, and I knocked him out. Then I got a thirty-minute break. The next guy was bigger and meaner and had horns.

This one was hard to beat, and I took a lot of hits, but so did he. We each got in two knockdowns but I got the last one in the twelfth round, and he didn’t get up for another.

No, I didn’t kill him. I really had no grudge against him. He was just someone to hit… to pound out my rage at what the Sargans had done to my family and my world. It was not enough. It would never be enough!

The next day everything changed. I dragged out of my hovel to find some food and fill my plastic jug with water at the community well.

Then I heard someone call my name and I turned to see who it was, “Trametu, is that really you?”

“Pegitu, what the hell are you doing here?” I murmured, hardly believing my eyes.

He nodded his head, silently asking me to go with him, so I did. He was probably the only man on Julconi who I would trust.

* * * *

It was midday before I saw Argen again. He was downright handsome all cleaned up and rested. I couldn’t help smiling up at him when he came and stood in front of my table. I felt giddy as pleasure and attraction bubbled up inside me at his presence.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said. “I had to see you. Do you think we could have third meal together in the mess hall today? I would so like to get to know you better.”

“I would like that. You look much better. Did you rest well?”

He shrugged.

“Sometimes it’s hard to rest in a new place. I’ve only been here a couple days myself. The accommodations are actually nicer than mine on Dread One, but the bed’s not the same. And the smell is different.”

“It’s a new ship,” Argen said.

“It is. We stole it from Tegliar Station,” I told him.

“I wish I could have been there for that,” he grinned. “I hope they don’t catch up to us.”

“You and me, too.” I smiled.

It was hard not to smile while I was talking with him. I knew he was handsome under all that dirt but cleaned up he looked so good I could hardly stop staring. All the Uatu men were stunningly attractive even with their odd colored skin and hair.

His skin was a pale lavender, and his hair was a darker lavender color. It had been pretty long when he came on board, but now it was clipped close to his head in what seemed to be the universal military cut.

I hoped the way I was looking at him made him feel as good as I felt at how he was looking at me.

“We’re finished here. Would you like to go to the mess and get a cup of tea?” I offered. There was no such thing as coffee out here, but the tea had about the same kick as coffee, and it tasted good.

“I need to stop at my cabin on the way, but I would love to have tea with you,” he grinned.

Farseek warriors were seldom demonstrative in public. Argen walked beside me down the corridor to the lift to level three where his cabin was. When we got there, he invited me in, and I fell right for it.

As soon as the door closed behind me, he pivoted and held my head between his large hands pressed those sexy lips to mine. I just melted against him and put my arms around him like I wanted to do the first time I saw him.

Solmatu! As soon as our lips touched and my arms went around him, I knew it was true. I felt such elation just to be in his arms for the first time. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I opened for him, giving him free reign to stake his claim. Mine! Mine!

Farseek Mercenary series, Book 4

Argen's Mate

What a spicy tale!

The people on Earth and many other planets are being captured and taken to new planets as slaves.

Argen of Farseek was away, protecting the Consortium. He returns to Farseek just in time for the Sargans attack, in which Argen was captured. He was taken to their ship. He had no idea if his mother died or was also taken and sold as a slave to one of the many planets who depended on slaves to support their lifestyle.

He ends up being tossed in a pit to fight others on a prison planet. He’s very good at it. His rage at the loss of family and world tears at his soul. Then to his shock, a fellow soldier from his past shows up and declares the Dreads are coming and they are here to save as many as they can before the Dreads arrive.

And just like that, Argen has a purpose and point to his life again. He can be a warrior again. Once on the ship, Kureillis, he discovers his soul-mate. When they met, the sexual feelings are generously expressed. The Earth girl wanted to take it slow, but the pull between them was scorching hot. And they give into the inevitable need to be lifetime mates pretty fast. While explicit, the sex scenes are done tastefully, however, the main story is about the various people being enslaved.

If we ever do learn to travel the universes, we will probably meet people just like these. Some good and some rotten to the core, grabbing everything they can get, and enslaving people who lacked the ability to protect themselves.

I give this

Clarissa Lake bio

Clarissa Lake grew up watching Star Trek and reading Marvel Comics. She attended science fiction and fantasy conventions where she met many well known science fiction author and attended their readings and discussion panels. They included science fiction greats Anne McCaffery, CJ Cherry, George RR Martin, Ben Bova, Timothy Zahn, Frederik Pohl, Orson Scot Card.

While she loves Science Fiction. she always thought there should be more romance so she started writing it hot and steamy.