Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Early morning workout invasion. Read an #excerpt from ALIEN ATTRACTION #AlienNextDoor #scifirom #romance

Hello! Tuesday is Alien Next Door day, so I'm going to share an excerpt from the third book in the series, ALIEN ATTRACTION. Happy reading!

Alien Next Door book three

With a heavy sigh, Angela slipped on her running shoes. Five o’clock in the morning remained far too early for any sane person to head to the gym, but if she didn’t go down to the apartment facilities at that time, she wouldn’t have the chance to claim a piece of equipment. Finally getting her shoes tied, she stood and grabbed her water bottle. She planned to plop her butt on the exercise bike and cycle for forty-five minutes, because she doubted she could concentrate long enough to remain standing on the treadmills or elliptical trainers.

The damn orb had decided to work again, sending pulses of light around her room in the middle of the night. Not as bad as a fire drill, but at least the fire alarm stopped, and she had the chance to go back to sleep. Not so with the stupid extraterrestrial sphere. After a sleepless Friday night, she’d shoved the orb in the oven to try and dim the pulsing light. Instead of being awoken by bright flashes, she’d heard the thing banging around, as if alive and trying to escape. Last night, she’d simply buried her head under the cover and pretended she didn’t see it.

Come morning, she yearned to leave her apartment and escape from the malfunctioning alien technology. With little energy, she rode the elevator to the first floor. The trek to the end of the hall took forever. For some reason, the corridor sensed her tiredness and expanded, making her walk even farther in her sleepy state. Thankful to finally reach the entrance to the gym, she grasped the handle and pulled.

A man kept a good pace on the treadmill. Her gut clenched. No way. Not this morning. She considered turning around and heading back to her apartment. She didn’t need another confrontation with the asshole from next door. But she’d lived there longer, claimed this time at the gym long ago, and she’d be damned if she let him restrict her movement. Thank goodness he didn’t occupy her desired machine.

Avoiding eye contact, she ambled over to the stationary bike. It was all she could do not to take a quick peek, catch a glimpse of his breathtaking eyes. No, even that view couldn’t redeem his horrible attitude.

Placing her water bottle in the holder, Angela stuck one foot into the pedal strap before she hopped onto the bike and buckled her other foot. She reached for her phone to turn on some tunes. Shit! It wasn’t clipped to her arm. She’d forgotten it in her apartment with her towel and keys. Great, not only did she have nothing to distract her from Mr. Attitude, she’d left her apartment unlocked, open to strangers. Anyone could walk in and steal her phone, furniture, or even the orb. Although, she hoped someone did steal it, take away the blasted piece of alien junk forever.

Beginning to spin, Angela programmed the tension for a nice, steady ride. No rolling hills or uphill climbs that morning. She closed her eyes, imagining a trip along the roads back home, wood lots on either side and birds chirping all around. If she couldn’t get lost in her music, she would in her daydreams.

When she opened her eyes again, she checked her watch. Twenty minutes had passed. And someone occupied the elliptical trainer immediately beside her—her pain-in-the-ass neighbor who had, at some point, taken off his shirt and moved closer to her. Bronzed skin covered ripple upon ripple of toned muscle. He had his dark, wavy hair up in a man bun, accentuating the tribal-looking tattoos across his chest, back, and shoulders. Swallowing the saliva forming, she glanced away from the man who resembled an Ancient Roman Gladiator. But no matter how attractive he appeared, she couldn’t forget his piss-poor attitude.

“Good to know you’re awake and not pedaling in your sleep.”

She turned her head to him, unsure if she had heard him talk to her in a pleasant tone, or imagined the whole thing.

Slowing his pace, he met her gaze, a smirk playing across his lips. Part of her yearned to swoon at him for talking to her, but a much larger portion wanted to reach over and kick him in the shins. Taking his shirt off to reveal his godly physique and a half-hearted smile did not make up for his rudeness. 

Staring straight ahead, she stood and cycled, giving her ass a break from the seat. She didn’t want to make conversation with an arrogant prick. If her orb did begin to function properly, it would definitely tell her to stay away from him.


She wants to be more alien.

He wants to be more human.

Born a galaxy apart, will Angela and Chal have a chance at love, or will their extraterrestrial secrets leave them running to stay alive?

Monday, December 17, 2018

Are the Defenders afraid of a tiny creature? Read an #excerpt from GIB AND THE TIBBAR #scifirom #romance #GalacticDefenders

Hello! I hope you are enjoying the excerpts I've shared this month. Today, since it's Monday, I'm going back to the Galactic Defenders series with an excerpt from GIB AND THE TIBBAR. This story was originally published as part of the Pets In Space anthology, Embrace the Romance. And since that anthology is no longer available, I published it on my own. It is available for only 99¢ USD. Happy reading!

Galactic Defenders book three

A small, furry white creature scampered between the Defenders and the fire. Gib yanked his feet back and gasped. He tried to follow the path the animal took, and when it disappeared into the grassy field, he relaxed a little. Not that he was afraid, only startled by the sudden appearance of the critter.

But his watch partner reacted differently. The cowardly Defender stood on his bench, reaching for a low branch on the ropral tree as if to lift himself farther off the ground. “What in Gaspra was that? No one told me about any deadly creatures on this planet.”

Gib laughed and slapped his hand on his lap. “I wouldn’t call the fluffy little thing that raced by us a deadly creature.”

“Okay, Hemera is infested with vermin, then.” Zair examined the area around him before he dared put a foot on the ground.

A high-pitched squeak sounded, and Gib’s surveillance partner returned to reaching for the branches. The little creature stood on its hind legs below Zair’s bench, peeping as if telling him off.

Gib couldn’t hold in his laughter. Not just at the other Defender’s reaction, but also the thoughts running through Zair’s mind, thoughts he’d failed to block in his fear.

“It’s not going to eat you.” Gib shook his head, wondering how his squad mate could see the creature as dangerous. “Would you please get down from there? Defenders are supposed to be brave and fierce. Right now, you’re neither.”

“Go to Gaspra, Mingot. And stay out of my head.” He yanked his plazer from his hip holster and aimed it at the critter. “If I don’t destroy it, it will bring death to everyone on this planet.”

Stepping into the line of fire, Gib yanked the weapon from his squad mate, thankful the safety remained on. “You’re being ridiculous. Besides, if you fire your weapon, you’ll cause a panic. The Hemera will think Erebus have arrived.”

The frightened Defender shook a foot at the creature. “Fine, then. Kick it into the fire. Or you could stomp on it.”

“Don’t you dare!” A Hemera woman burst from the bushes, storming toward Zair like a mother rehn protecting her young. She shoved him off his bench and shouldered past Gib before scooping the noisy creature into her hand. “This is my tibbar, not some kind of vermin.”

“Tibbar? Try nasty rodent that tried to eat me.” Zair smoothed out his uniform but kept his distance from the creature now perched on the woman’s shoulder.

“You’re both on nehbred.” She kicked dirt at them, her pink lips pursed and her dark eyes set in a deadly stare. “You don’t know what you’re talking about when it comes to my pet or my planet.”


A dedicated Defender to the core, Gib is willing to go to any planet the Galactic Alliance sends him. That is, until he’s sent with his squad to Hemera for their Alorama ceremony, far from any threat of Erebus invasion and with no chance for promotion.

Vilarra has lived on Hemera all her life, working hard in the kitchens of the royal palace until she achieved lead hand. But learning of the universe beyond her world reveals her insignificance and shreds her sense of accomplishment and purpose.

With the help of a furry, little tibbar, Gib is determined to win the affection of Vilarra, prove to her how significant she is to him and the people who depend on her. But will his personal mission be cut short before he has the chance to win her heart?

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Defender training isn't going as Tayrym & Guri expected. Read a snippet from TAYRYM #scifirom #romance #LGBTQ #8Sunday

Hello and welcome to another Weekend Writing Warriors post!

Thank you to everyone who came to visit me last weekend! TAYRYM, the fourth Galactic Defenders story, is now available! 

Set-up: In last week's snippet, Tayrym and Guri said goodbye to their "family" and friends before leaving for Defender training. Now they are training and things aren't going as they'd planned. (Edited from original to fit.)

Tayrym reached out for Guri’s hand as they passed each other, Tayrym on his way to simulation training while Guri headed somewhere else. Probably to run the obstacle course. That brief interaction of whispered I love yous and his palm brushing along the sweaty palm of his boyfriend would likely be the only contact they’d have that day. Their time together on the carrier had passed far too quickly. Spending time making love and lying in bed while discussing their hopes for the future had quickly become rushing through courses and simulations when they’d reached Kalara, eating only darobars so they kept somewhat healthy. But not together. As soon as they’d reached the planet with their trans chips implanted behind their ears, they’d been split up, none of the newly-installed bunkhouses with more than one empty bed, and no one willing to move so he and Guri could be together. It wasn’t as if their trainers cared, either, reciting over and over, “Defenders don’t have time for the drama of a relationship.”

He didn’t believe that, well aware that Bryce had hooked up with Queen Lalia when he was still a Defender; and Jager and Katrina were part of the same squadron when they got together. He just had to wait, get through training, and then he’d be reunited with Guri.

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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