Science Fiction Romance Meets Fun Alien Critters in the Pets in Space 3 Anthology

I don’t usually post about my pen name projects on this blog, but “Ruby” has a new sci-fi romance novella out in the Embrace the Passion: Pets in Space 3 anthology. And it’s fun. 🙂 All the authors wrote new stories for the anthology, and mine is from Ruby’s Mandrake Company universe and features a cute furry alien creation inspired by Star Trek’s Tribbles. My beasties have a few more appendages though. And love apples. Because… who doesn’t?

So, if science fiction romance is your cup of tea, I hope you’ll check out this anthology. 10% of the proceeds to go the Hero Dogs charity, and every story features romance and some kind of pet.

Pets in Space 3 < — Yup, that’s the place to get it (the link directs you to your preferred store — this one is up on Amazon, Apple, Kobo, Google Play, and Barnes & Noble).

I’ve invited three of the authors to share stories about their involvement in this project below, so keep reading if you’re intrigued! Also, you can find a picture of my Tribble-esque pet if you read all the way to the bottom. 🙂

Pauline Baird Jones — Destination Dangerous

Alien planets solar system on a backdrop spiral galaxy

When I laid out the foundation of Operation Ark in my novel, Lost Valyri, I thought I was being smart. The heroine and hero were supporting characters in the novel and Operation Ark was going to be fairly straightforward.

Their task was to return some freed prisoners to their homes.

As soon as I turned my attention to Operation Ark, simple began to get complex.

  1. The prisoners weren’t all from the same planet.
  2. They weren’t even from the current star system.
  3. Their planets were scattered around the star system they were from.
  4. Me AND my characters didn’t know what we didn’t know.

But we found out.

I had created the alien technology for City and Kraye to make the trip in a reasonable time frame. I even had supporting characters from Lost Valyr who would help them out. What I hadn’t considered was the world building I would need to do for each return.

So my word count for Operation Ark ran a little bit over. I don’t feel as guilty as perhaps I should because my previous Pets in Space stories had word count leftover, but I still faced the challenge of getting them where they needed to go, and then get them out again.

I think one of my favorite planets was the Cygninains’ planet. They were some swan-life sentients with a brood of cygnets that they needed to take home. I think I might have had the most fun creating their home world. Here’s a snippet from their first contact with the other creatures who shared their world:

Something, maybe the sense of movement out of the corner of her eye, had City glancing down at the water barely a foot from where she stood. It moved, the ripples horizontal to the shore now. She realized there was a shadow where there hadn’t been one. A shadow that reached into the drifting mist in both directions. And then a line of fins broke the surface. A long line of fins.

“It will not eat you.”

City tore her gaze away with difficulty—and kept her weapon pointed down with even greater difficulty as the shadow continued to flow past. At her feet stood one of the swans, with her cygnets circling her like small planes.

She swallowed. “It won’t?”

“It eats,” a wing swept against a bush and it said a word City didn’t recognize.

“It’s a herbivore,” Dr. Dauwn breathed out, his tone somewhere between awe and horror as the end of the thing finished its pass with a twitch of its tail fins.

“It was curious,” the swan said.

 

I hope you’re as excited for the release of Embrace the Passion: Pets in Space 3 as I am. Here’s the blurb for Operation Ark:

 

She’s a USMC Sergeant deployed to the Garradian Galaxy.

He was raised by the robots who freed him from slavery.

It’s a match made nowhere anyone can figure out.

They clashed as enemies but joined forces to defeat a common foe. Now they’re tasked with returning some freed prisoners to their home worlds. In the next galaxy. With an alien, a robot, and a caticorn. It was a bar joke without a punch line, though Carolina City has a feeling it is out there—like the truth.

Kraye isn’t eager to return to his galaxy where the dark secret of his past lays in wait, but he’s willing to risk it in hopes that Caro can teach him what the robots couldn’t: how to be human.

Together they must face a dangerous journey, a lethal enemy with a score to settle, their unexpected desire, and an uncertain future if they make it out alive.

Can Caro and Kraye navigate the minefields—both emotional and space based—to land a happy homecoming for the sentient animals in their care? Can the man raised by robots learn how to kiss the girl while the starchy Marine decides if she is willing to bend the rules for a happy ever after? Don’t miss Pauline Baird Jones’ newest Project Enterprise story!

Please join us for the next round of adventures with romance, danger and pets! All of it happening in space!

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USA Today Bestselling author Pauline Baird Jones never liked reality, so she writes books. She likes to wander among the genres, rampaging like Godzilla, because she does love peril mixed in her romance.

 

Veronica Scott — Star Cruise: Mystery Dancer 

Thanks for having me as your guest to talk about my story for this year’s Pets In Space3: Embrace the Passion anthology!

I love going back to revisit my interstellar cruise liner, the Nebula Dream, for these PISA stories, as the ship cruises through the futuristic human civilization known as The Sectors.  I’ve written a number of books and novellas centered on events aboard the ship now and find the whole cruise setup lends itself to telling a good scifi romance adventure tale. Readers new to my world don’t need to know a lot of backstory to enjoy the events, and for those who have read others in the series, it’s a nice return to see some favorite characters (I hope!).

So I had the pet and the heroine – a possible princess on the run who was also perhaps a jewel thief and her genie-like feline – but now I had to make her fit into the Nebula Zephyr’s population seamlessly. Since the hero would be one of the former Special Forces soldiers who make up the ship’s security force, I had to be able to make the two meet and fall in love. I’m not a ‘crime caper’ person. Movies like ‘Ocean’s 8’ or other similar stories leave me unmoved, although I appreciate the intricate plotting and the hunky handsome movie stars. So I didn’t want to actually write a jewel thief subplot in any depth for this story. My interests were more on the Anastasia-like subplot as to whether she was really a longlost princess and of course my mysterious alien pet.

So how could I get Tassia on the ship if she wasn’t going on board to steal other people’s jewels?

The Nebula class interstellar cruise ships have casinos and theaters and lavish shows, like Las Vegas or on big cruise liners today, so of course they have a resident troupe of performers. I’ve wanted to do a story about the Comettes dance troupe since I wrote my very first published scifi romance, Wreck of the Nebula Dream (a sister ship of sorts to the one I write about nowadays) and mentioned the fact that these ladies existed. Dancing exquisitely seemed like a skill a girl who was perhaps a royal princess might have acquired, right? So I decided to show her becoming the newest member of the Comettes as a way to travel between star systems….throw in at least one fabulous jewel and the PISA3 story came to life!

Anthology Blurb:

Pets in Space™ is back! Join us as we unveil eleven original, never-before-published action-filled romances that will heat your blood and warm your heart! New York Times, USA Today and Award-winning authors S.E. Smith, Anna Hackett, Ruby Lionsdrake, Veronica Scott, Pauline Baird Jones, Carol Van Natta, Tiffany Roberts, Alexis Glynn Latner, E D Walker, JC Hay, and Kyndra Hatch combine their love for Science Fiction Romance and pets to bring readers sexy, action-packed romances while helping our favorite charity. Proud supporters of Hero-Dogs.org, Pets in Space™ authors have donated over $4,400 in the past two years to help place specially trained dogs with veterans. Open your hearts and grab your limited release copy of Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space™ 3 today!

STAR CRUISE: MYSTERY DANCER blurb:  Tassia Megg is a woman on the run after the death of her elderly guardian. Her search to get off the planet in a hurry comes when chance directs her to an open dance audition for the luxury cruise liner Nebula Zephyr’s resident troupe. If there is one thing Tassia can do, it is dance!

Security Officer Liam Austin is suspicious of the newest performer to join the Comettes. She shows all the signs of being a woman on the run and seems to fit the Sectors-wide broadcast description of a missing thief, accused of stealing priceless artifacts. As he gets to know Tassia during the cruise, he starts to wonder if she’s something more – a long vanished princess in hiding from deadly political enemies of her family perhaps? And what’s the story with the three-eyed feline companion other crew members swear Tassia brought aboard the ship? Does the animal even exist?

As the ship approaches its next port of call, all the issues come to a boil and Liam must decide if he’ll step in to help Tassia or betray her. Life is about to get very interesting aboard the Nebula Zephyr as Liam tries to uncover the truth. Could F’rrh, the peculiar alien cat he has been hearing about, be the key to the mystery and Tassia’s fate?

The excerpt – part of Tassia’s audition for the troupe:

Sure enough, Tassia’s number was posted as part of the callbacks for round two, as was Micki’s.

The remaining applicants were given an hour to change and stretch and prepare. Chatting to each other amiably, the judges left the room by a door on the far side.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Micki asked curiously. She was putting on a pretty spangled costume accenting the color of her hair and eyes.

“Nothing to change into.” Tassia shrugged. She’d decided a long time ago not to be embarrassed about things she couldn’t alter. Leaning her head against the wall, she ran through the steps in her mind of the ritual dance she’d decided to perform as a solo. It was artistic, graceful, and technical. Maybe the wrong choice for this audition, where the job was to be in a popular entertainment ensemble, with an audience of tourists, bored interstellar businessmen, and a sprinkling of rich Socialites, but it was all she had to offer. Her core training was from the temple of her childhood, reinforced by Xandrina as they’d traveled, enriched a bit by other dance styles she’d studied in bits and pieces along the way. But in this environment today, under all the stress, it was best to dance from the heart. A loud noise in the corridor outside startled her, raising her pulse, then one eyelid began to twitch with stress. I’ve got to calm down or I don’t stand a chance. Tassia tried to regulate her breathing and ran through a few simple stretches.

“I could lend you a scarf.” Biting her lip, Micki pulled a large floral print length of material from her dance bag. “Make it into a sarong skirt maybe?”

Tassia sat on the floor to begin more advanced exercises. Pulling her ham string or suffering any other injury for lack of preparation would be a disaster.

Micki floated the scarf in front of her face. “Honey, take it. You don’t want to come across as too desperate, like you gotta have the job or you won’t eat again. Makes them wonder why you’re so hard up, y’know?”

There was logic in the thought so, with murmured thanks, she accepted the fabric square. As she played with her steps and the gauzy material, she realized it would integrate well into her routine and serve as a nice accent.

All too soon the second phase of the audition began with the thirty women remaining. Again Tassia watched intently to see what the director seemed to like. She found her gaze straying to the lone man, the security officer, and sharply reprimanded herself. He had no reason to doubt her story, her fake papers were impeccable, and—even if he was handsome in a roughhewn way—well there was no time in her life for dalliance. Even if she made it to the ship.

Micki’s solo was full of energy and sexy moves, and the judges reacted very favorably, making notes on their handhelds and smiling. Her infectious grin and all those curls were hard to resist.

Tassia refused to let herself feel nerves. She’d done this dance thousands of times, under Madame Xandrina’s exacting eye. She wouldn’t fail either her late dance mistress or herself.

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40237564-embrace-the-passion

Website: https://www.petsinspaceantho.com

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USA Today Best Selling Author Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart and thought there needed to be more romance in everything but especially science fiction.  Blog: https://veronicascott.wordpress.com/

 

Alexis Glynn Latner — Starway

Creating characters is a mysterious process. A writer may need to have the hero’s friend or the heroine’s colleague in a story. The writer might then look around their invented universe to see if somebody from another story could be this person. Or perhaps the new character is a relative of an already invented character. That’s what I did in my story “Starway” in Pets in Space: Embrace the Romance. The hero’s friend Koi is a cousin of an important secondary character in my next novel, Witherspin (2019).

Because I knew his nationality (from the interstellar city-state Wendis) and his family (the Low family, who are important in the Wendisan Service Guild), I had a good start on creating Koi.

Any new character has to have a few distinctive traits—possibly assigned on the fly when a deadline is impending. It’s also possible for a character to develop a whole life, past and future, of their own. That’s what happened in writing “Starway.” The interstellar hotel called Starway offers almost anything a traveler might want, including sex. Koi is a sex worker, which is a legitimate profession under the highly respectable aegis of the Service Guild. Then Koi turned out to be trans. (Inspiration happens. While working on the story I met someone who generously helped me understand being trans.) Feminine dress and manner—sometimes—is part of who Koi is.

Something else I discovered about Koi is his true name. Wendisans all have nicknames, derived from given names which tend to be those of ancient heroes and gods. I had to come up with an ancient, noble and unwieldy name for which Koi is a likely nickname. Since Wendis is partly based on Japan, I did an Internet search for Japanese heroes and gods. One name rang like a bell in my imagination: Tsukuyomi is a moon god. Modern, anime-influenced drawings of Tsukuyomi show a slender figure with long dark hair and an air of mysterious power. Perfect!

Koi meant a pretty fish. It was a nickname that made it easy for someone to take Koi for less than he might be. Danyel had known Koi long enough to suspect that there was much more to Koi than met the eyes (and other body parts) of his clients.

Oh yes. Koi Tsukuyomi Low is a secret agent of Wendis—dedicated to the safety of Wendisan citizens and the independence of Wendis in dangerous times. He has a past and a future too. He’ll appear again in the final version of Witherspin, where some exciting scenes unfold in Starway.

Star, drawn by our talented artist Nyssa Juneau, is on a cute tote bag from Zazzle (https://www.zazzle.com/embrace_the_passion_pets_in_space_3_alexis_tote_bag-256602506761583359.) Wendisans themselves don’t use tote bags. They unfold a large, thin, strong cloth and neatly knot the ends to make a portable package, as I once watched a Japanese patron do at the University library where I work. Creating cultures is as much fun as creating characters!

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Alexis Glynn Latner, based in Houston, writes science fiction about space exploration and star travel, adventure, hope and love. Her Website is www.alexisglynnlatner.com.

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Thanks for reading through these guest entries. As promised, here is a picture of my “Quashi” critter:


The science fiction romance (with alien pets) anthology you’ve been waiting for…

Embrace the Passion: Pets in Space 3

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Junkyard — Part 4 and Epilogue (a free science fiction novella)

Here’s a Friday-night post to finish up the Junkyard novella!

If you want a free copy of the final ebook when it’s been edited and I have cover art for it, please sign up for my Fallen Empire newsletter: https://lindsayburoker.com/book-news/fallenempire/

There are a bunch of other bonus goodies when you sign up too (including the “Bearadise Lodge” short story with McCall, Junkyard, and Scipio).

Now, let’s finish this novella…

Junkyard Part IV

McCall found the dog sitting and waiting by the cargo hatch when she came in. She had left it open so he could leave whenever he wished. Apparently, he hadn’t wished.

“Good to see you up,” she told him.

She didn’t have any ration bars on her, but he didn’t make any moves to eat her. He even thumped his tail on the deck. Promising.

“Is your name really Junkyard?”

He cocked his head and looked curiously at her.

“Yeah. I didn’t think so. I’m not very good at naming things though. I don’t think anyone in my family was. Our dog when I was growing up was named Buddy.”

He ran out onto the cargo ramp but paused after only a couple of steps. He looked back at her and wobbled his tail a little uncertainly. It had stopped raining, so that couldn’t be the problem. Besides, if he’d been living in a junkyard, he ought to be used to the elements.

“You want me to follow you?”

He ran to the bottom of the ramp, spun a circle, and looked back at her again. Continue reading

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Junkyard — Part 3 (a free science fiction novella)

Hey, folks! Many thanks to those of you who have grabbed a copy of Fractured Stars. It picks up the adventure of McCall, Scipio, Junkyard (and a new hero) a couple of years in the future.

But for now, let’s continue on with the story of how McCall met Junkyard! (If you’re coming in new, make sure to start with Part I).

**Just a reminder that this hasn’t been edited yet. I should have the final (edited) ebook version in November. Thanks for taking this early peek!

Junkyard Part III

McCall sipped espresso from a cup as she sat in her office and watched the traffic camera footage at ten times normal speed. She had tried coding a search algorithm, but as she’d feared, it had been too difficult to instruct the ship’s computer in regard to what looked suspicious. Numerous delivery vans visited the warehouse every day, dropping off supplies for the sugarhouse, and others came to pick up drums of syrup. In addition, large farm and logging vehicles rolled down the street many times a day on their way to their rural destinations.

“What’s this?” she murmured, leaning forward in her chair and swiping her finger through the display to pause the playback.

A black ship had appeared on the nearest traffic camera. It had flown over the maple trees, the back fence, and hovered over a towering debris pile in the middle of the junkyard.

“Zoom in on the ship,” she ordered the computer.

It complied to the best of its ability. The camera had been focused on the street, and the ship had stopped at least a hundred yards inside of the junkyard. It was only luck that it showed up at all.

“Identify the model of the ship,” she said, hoping the computer could tell from the blurry outline. She didn’t see any identification, so it was unlikely she could look up the owner, but this could be the starting point she’d sought. The time display on the footage informed her that this had happened at two hours past midnight local time. The dark ship wouldn’t have been visible to the human eye if not for the lights along the perimeter of the junkyard.

“Unknown model,” the computer informed her.

“Unknown?”

“Affirmative.”

That was strange. It wasn’t as if there were that many manufacturers of spaceships in the system. The sys-net had information on anything large enough to have been produced in even a limited run.

“It is a spaceship, right?” McCall asked. “Not simply an aircraft local to this moon?” Continue reading

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Junkyard — Part 2 (a free science fiction novella)

Here’s the next installment of Junkyard!

That’s a picture of a wolfhound down there, so not quite the mixed-breed mutt that Junkyard is, but that’s how I imagine his face. And his height!

If you need something to read after this, Fractured Stars, the novel that’s set a couple of years later, is officially out.

Junkyard Part II

McCall felt much more comfortable back on her ship, sitting in her office with the search algorithms she’d refined over the years spitting out data on the displays floating over her desk. Thank the suns. Her nerves were frayed after the tour of the noisy, cramped, employee-filled sugarhouse, and her nostrils were still protesting the cloying scent of maple syrup that had clogged the air like pollution in Perun Central.

Irish Wolfhound dog, sitting, , isolated on white

Analyzing data in her quiet odor-free office soothed her.

The names and faces of Dunham’s employees hovered in a row in one display. The names and addresses of black marketeers known to handle agricultural products floated in another. None of them had offices on Dasos Moon, so Dunham’s assumption that a thief would have to take the stolen syrup to the spaceport to ship off-world was reasonable.

The traffic logs from the spaceport, information that wasn’t public but that she knew how to get, currently hovered behind the other displays. She was in the middle of trying to convince the local traffic cameras that she had the right to see the vids from the last two months of comings and goings on this rural street. Skimming through such logs would be stultifying, but she doubted whoever had doctored the warehouse’s security cameras would have been able to diddle the county’s recordings, and if a vehicle large enough to tote away two hundred tons of syrup had arrived, it would be noticeable. She might even get lucky and be able to magnify the image to identify the people, androids, or robots that had loaded the cargo.

A knock sounded on the closed hatch.

“Come in, Scipio.”

He stepped inside and got straight to business, something McCall appreciated about him. Continue reading

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Junkyard — Part 1 (a free science fiction novella)

Hi, folks!

I’m working on Agents of the Crown, Book 4 (Elven Fury!), but I took a break to write a new novella and a novel in my Fallen Empire science-fiction universe. Except the stories take place before the fall of the empire. And they feature some new characters.

If you’ve read my short stories “Here Be Dragons” in the Bridge Across the Stars anthology or “Bearadise Lodge” (free for those who are signed up for my sci-fi newsletter), you’ve already met my skip tracer, McCall, her trusty dog Junkyard, and her android business partner Scipio. This novella is a bit of a mystery adventure and shows how she first met up with Junkyard (and where his name came from) and how Scipio officially became her business partner.

I’m sending it off to my editor to work on in October, so this is on the rough side, but if you don’t mind, please jump in. I’ll be sharing it in 4 or 5 parts over the next couple of weeks to go along with the release of the novel, Fractured Stars.

Oh, and that’s Scipio in the artwork down there. He’s a snazzy dressing android, as you’ll see!

Junkyard: Part I

Frost edged the mossy cracks in the pavement in front of Maple Moon warehouse and sugarhouse. McCall Richter wrinkled her nose, imagining the frozen crystals coating her cilia, and tucked her hands under her armpits as she walked. Her new employee, Scipio, said nothing of the cold, but frost wouldn’t bother an android capable of repairing spaceships from the outside. While in flight.

Plumes of smoke wafted from the chimneys of the sugarhouse, infusing the crisp early spring air with the scent of maple syrup. Imagining cherry-red furnaces inside, McCall wished her instructions said to meet the owner in there. But she was supposed to meet Mr. David Dunham in the warehouse after landing, its corrugated steel walls just as frosty as the pavement.

She looked wistfully back at her ship. The Star Surfer, its sleek purple hull gleaming under the early morning suns, its environmentally-controlled interior always at a comfortable temperature, rested a mere fifty meters behind her. The interior also happened to be comfortably free of unfamiliar people with expectations she didn’t know if she could meet.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out…

A trio of men walked out of the warehouse, and she held back a grimace. They wore trousers and parkas, not combat armor, but that didn’t make her any less wary. They were strangers, and she always felt the need to put on a mask for strangers. Force a smile, make eye contact, pretend talking about planetary weather wasn’t inane. There was a reason she usually only accepted jobs via text.

“For future reference, you’re not allowed to set up meetings,” she muttered to Scipio.

The android gave her Inquiring Head Tilt Number Two—in the three months he had been aboard her ship, McCall had mentally catalogued the various facial gestured he was programmed with and given them labels. She often had a hard time reading human faces, but his features arranged themselves in precisely the same manner to simulate well-defined emotions, which made them easier to grasp.

“You gave me the position of personal assistant and said I should interact with people on behalf of your business. Is setting up meetings not a typical duty?” Continue reading

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The Agents of the Crown Fantasy Series Kicks off with Eye of Truth (preview chapters)

Many thanks to those of you who read all of Eye of Truth (Agents of the Crown, Book 1) on my blog this summer. The ebook is now releasing on Amazon where it’ll be exclusive for the rest of 2018, so I need to take it down from my site. I am allowed to leave up a couple of preview chapters, so those are below for anyone who missed the earlier postings.

If you’re not an Amazon-shopper, look for Agents of the Crown in 2019 at Kobo, Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Google Play. Also look for my recent series Heritage of Power and Sky Full of Stars to come out of Amazon exclusivity and into those stores this fall.

If you hate waiting, you can always sign up for my Patreon campaign. For $5 a pop, you can get my novels (in both e-reader formats and also as a PDF) before they are published.

If you like Amazon just fine, here are the links to Book 1 (available today) and Book 2 (coming on August 31st).

Eye of Truth

Book 2: Blood Ties

And here you’ll find the blurb and first two chapters of Eye of Truth:

Description

After ten years at war, Jev Dharrow looks forward to hanging up his sword, relaxing with a cool mug of ale, and forgetting that the love of his life married another man while he was gone. But when his ship sails into port, a beautiful woman wearing the garb of an inquisitor from one of the religious orders waits to arrest him. 

His crime? 

He’s accused of stealing an ancient artifact with the power to start another war. Jev would gladly hand over the artifact to stop more suffering, but he has no idea where it is or even what it looks like. The inquisitor woman definitely has the wrong person. 

Inquisitor Zenia Cham grew up with nothing, but she has distinguished herself as one of the most capable law enforcers in the city, and she’s next in line to become archmage of her temple. All she has to do is find the Eye of Truth, and her superiors are certain that Jev has it. 

He tries to charm her with his twinkling eyes and easy smile, but she’s not letting any man get between her and her dreams. Especially not a thief. 

If Jev can’t convince Zenia they’re on the same side, find the artifact, and clear his name, his homecoming will turn into a jail sentence. Or worse. 

 

Chapter 1

Continue reading

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Interview with Jaxi and New Dragon Blood Book (Oaths) Coming This Month

If you’re subscribed to my newsletter, you already know that a new Dragon Blood book, Oaths, is on its way. It’s been a couple of years since I published Soulblade and Shattered Past, and I hadn’t planned to write more, but… sometimes, these things just happen. I enjoyed being back in this world for the Heritage of Power series, and I realized I’d never written the story of Ridge and Sardelle’s wedding, nor had I explained how Bhrava Saruth ended up getting a temple, so… Oaths.

It releases on April 24th, and the pre-order is up now in most stores:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | Kobo | Apple

You can also get it early if you’re a Patreon subscriber. It’s already available there.

To warm you up for the new adventure, I’ve done another interview with everyone’s favorite sentient soulblade, Jaxi. (I’d actually forgotten all about the interview I did with her a few years ago at the end of Book 5, if you can believe it. She may be my first character to get two interviews.)

Interview with Jaxi

*interview takes place at the time of Oaths, so there’s no mention of the events in Heritage of Power (three years after Oaths)

Thank you for sitting down for an informal chat with me, Jaxi. I—

Sitting down? Is that a joke? I’m hanging on a rack in my scabbard.

Ah, yes. Just an expression. Thank you for… hanging out with me.

*silent moment* You’re not going to be one of those clever journalists, are you? Or one who thinks she’s clever? Like that dreadful woman who’s started writing articles about Sardelle again?

No, ma’am. No cleverness here. And I’m an author, not a journalist. I thought it would be nice to get your version of events for the novel I’ll be releasing soon. Sardelle, General Zirkander, and the dragon god, Bhrava Saruth, figured prominently in them, but what was your role? 

Bhrava Saruth doesn’t figure prominently in anything except his own delusions. As for myself, I spent most of my summer hanging in my rack and staring at Ridge’s dreadful couch. Do you know how much hanging is involved in being a sword? 

But you got out for the wedding. And the, ah, event with Tolemek? And the dragon blood, yes? 

True, but do you really want to tell your readership about those events before the novel is released? Will they not feel they’ve been spoiled? You do have a readership, don’t you?

A small one, certainly.

Small? That’s disappointing. One would think that everyone would want to read about the exploits of sentient soulblades. 

I’m sure more people will discover the books and learn about soulblades. But since you asked, I do have some questions from those readers. Perhaps it would be better to ask those than about the events that will be detailed in the novel. 

I should think so. 

All right, let’s do a few. Leslie asks what you think about people making soulblades again. 

While I wouldn’t mind having more worthy individuals to communicate with, I don’t think there are currently any sorcerers in the world powerful enough to make soulblades, nor any powerful enough to perform the ceremony to channel their essences into the swords. I suppose that may change if Bhrava Saruth continues his randy ways. It’s only a matter of time before some of the women “worshipping” him end up pregnant. In twenty years, we could have powerful magic users around again. They’ll probably be haughty and arrogant.

Because they’ll be powerful? Or because they’ll be Bhrava Saruth’s spawn?

Yes.

They’ll also be overly obsessed with tarts. 

I… see. The next question is from Jackie. Do you miss your family from before? Did you have a great love?

From before I became a soulblade? I do sometimes think of my parents, though it’s been a very long time now, and some of the details from the past have gotten fuzzy. They were good people, although oddly fixated on the idea of me studying hard and reaching my “full potential.” As if you’re not fully potentiated if you’re hurling fireballs and incinerating Iskandian enemies. 

I’m not sure that’s quite the right meaning for that word. 

What is this? A vocabulary test? 

No, sorry. Carry on.

Anyway, yes, I do miss my parents. As for great love, I was only sixteen when I was forced to choose between eternal death or storing my soul in the soulblade, so there hadn’t been time to fall greatly and deeply in love with anyone. Most of the boys I went to school with were dolts anyway.  Boys don’t get to be interesting until they’re at least thirty.

Or three-hundred-and-thirty?

Nah, they’re pretty wrinkly by then.

Jo asks, “As it seems to be getting fairly crowded with babies at home, do you see yourself journeying without Sardelle more in the future?”

Right now, it’s mostly crowded with animals and dragons, but I know children are on the way. I am concerned that Ridge occasionally jokes about whether soulblades can babysit or not. The answer is yes we can and no we don’t want to.

I’ve had handlers turn into mothers in the past, and I do accept that those aren’t usually the most exciting years for a soulblade. There’s a lot of that hanging around we already discussed. But babies grow up, and I have faith that Sardelle won’t be content to be ensconced in her house with Ridge’s awful couch indefinitely. We’ll have more adventures again one day. Until then, I’ll be patient. And incinerate things around the house to keep my skills honed.

That couch, perhaps?

How did you guess? Though it’s possible I may have already tried and found it surprisingly fire retardant. Do you think his pilots planned that?

I couldn’t say. Susan asks, “If you could shape shift into any creature, what would it be?”

I’d be the first non-arrogant dragon in the skies.

You, ah, don’t consider yourself arrogant? 

I’m shocked you would ask that. I am modest when you consider my vast talents and powers. 

All right. Robina asks, “Do you actually feel anything when a young man ‘polishes your blade’?”

I’m certainly able to feel it when my blade is touched, whether by a gentle hand with an oil rag or by an enemy Sardelle and I are eviscerating. The former is definitely preferable. The latter is so untidy. 

Unlike incineration?

Precisely.

For our final question, Cindy poses the deeply thoughtful and profound… “I want to know what’s the weirdest thing she ‘saw’ someone do when they thought no one was looking.”

Your readers believe I spy on people?

Well, they’ve read the books. They know all about the colonel whose office is across the hall from Ridge’s.

Ah. I might damage their young and impressionable minds if I share the weirdest things people have done. Getting unlikely objects stuck in bodily orifices. Pretending to be mythological heroes by clutching blanket-capes around their shoulders and stabbing vile enemies with broom-spears. Having long and involved arguments with their furniture. Talking to animals. Vigorously fantasizing about famous pilots, infamous dragons, and brilliant soulblades…

Er, talking to animals isn’t that weird.

What about when you believe they’re talking back? And want to have a deep and meaningful relationship with you? Let’s not even go into the iguana incident. 

The… iguana? On second thought, why don’t you finish up by telling folks what they can look forward to in your new novel? 

My new novel? I’m not the one getting married.

No, but it’s a forgone conclusion that Ridge and Sardelle never would have found happiness together without you.

That’s absolutely true. And it’s about time someone acknowledged it. All right, your readers can look forward to… no more than two scenes with that couch in it. Maybe three. Also some bonding time between Ridge and Angulus. An explosion in Tolemek’s lab. A ridiculously pompous dragon showing up often (please tell me that isn’t the shape-shifted Bhrava Saruth on the cover of the book).

Er, you saw that, did you?

I’m pretending I didn’t. Lastly, your readers can enjoy spending more time with me. What more do you need? 

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Free Fiction: Bearadise Lodge

For this month’s free short story, I have something new for my science fiction fans. (Though this is more of a moon-side fun adventure than anything hard scifi, so fantasy readers may enjoy it too.) The characters in this story don’t appear in any of my novels yet, but if you enjoy what you read here, you can find another story with them in the freshly released Bridge Across the Stars anthology.

I’ll eventually bundle some of these short stories into ebooks, but for now, please enjoy them on my blog. Thanks, and happy reading!

Bearadise Lodge

Snow on an alien planet / scifi short story Bearadise Lodge

“Payment received from six planets away within three hours? She must have had it en route before I even sent

my report. Put her down as someone we’ll rearrange the schedule for if she needs future debtors or delinquents located.” McCall leaned back in her chair and kicked up her slippered feet, resting her heels on the navigation console. The first sun peeked from behind the moon the Star Surfer was orbiting, its yellow-orange rays highlighting the lush green forests and vast blue lakes of the terraformed continent below.

“Knowing your preferences, I have already made that annotation in the records,” her business partner, Scipio, said from the other seat in NavCom.

“You’re an extremely efficient android.”

“All androids are efficient,” Scipio observed, turning his metallic silver eyes toward her. “Our programming does not allow otherwise.”

“But are they extremely efficient?”

“I am uncertain. Since extremely is a degree adverb, it is difficult for me to quantify it.”

“Just know that I’m pleased and will transfer your half of the funds over right now.” McCall waved for the holo display interface to float within reach so she could carry out the banking task. “What new type of hat will you buy?”

“Actually, I am considering purchasing a new waistcoat to go with my Devonresh suit, so I can appear more professional when I speak with potential clients who prefer video communication.”

McCall shuddered at the idea of video communications with strangers as she eyed Scipio’s impeccably dressed and wrinkle-free form, then compared it to her rumpled sweatpants, baggy six-pocket shirt, and fuzzy slippers adorned with dog hair. She was glad he’d taken over interfacing with clients and suspected that was a large part of why the business had been flourishing this last year.

“We’ve successfully closed twelve cases this month. I’m going to order a bottle of Château Nouveau Cheval Blanc to celebrate. But for now, what’s next on the list?” McCall twirled the chain and charms bracelet on her wrist, the reward of a fine wine sounding appealing, but not as appealing as a new work challenge.

“We’ve cleared the docket. The Imperial Diamond Trust Collection Agency is due to send a new list of delinquent accounts next week, but nothing is scheduled for this week.”

“Nothing at all?”

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