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And can you imagine washing clothes without a washing machine?
Ugh. No, thank you.
But for every yin, there's a yang. And technology has a dark side. Computers are a by-product of nuclear weapons. Advanced prostheses are the legacy of more efficient killing machines. Even the tractor gave rise to a dust bowl and cost America's heartland millions of tons of fertile topsoil.
And yet, technology is so cool. Even when it's dangerous. Especially when it's dangerous. I have a picture of the hummingbird drone on my iPad. And one of a carbon fiber. And a photo of an operating room from the Great War.
Because humanity isn't the only thing on this planet constantly seeking to improve and adapt. All life on the plant changes over time. If it doesn't it goes extinct.
And extinction makes for great drama.
So as I get giddy reading about the latest scientific advances. There are real advances that could solve some major problems. And in the wrong hands, they could destroy us.
But in a storyteller's hands they can entertain us and cause us to look at our computer's differently.
Until next time, happy reading:D
This is the very last book in the Chronicles of Kassouk series (I swear). It nicely caps the series as after a thousand years, a vessel from Earth discovers unexpected humans on this far-flung planet.
On a mission to annex a planet for Earth, Captain Martial Terrien faces a culture with incredible psychic abilities, and falls for its lovely but forbidden queen.
Natalia, future queen of Kassouk, pressured into bonding with a power-hungry prince, yearns to improve her people's lives. She finds the handsome Earth captain a refreshing distraction, despite his five fingers and ridiculous claim of being human, like the lowly workers of her world.
Captain Martial Terrien, nano-enhanced Space Marine from Earth, is on a secret, desperate mission to find his people a new home. The unexpected population on the chosen planet complicates his task, especially since the ruling caste can read minds, levitate, and teleport at will. Furthermore, the lovely princess and her pet cheetah take a shine to him... and beautiful women always spelled disaster in his past.
Natalia's jilted suitor, determined to reign at any cost, vows to annihilate the Earthlings. When the conflict escalates, can Martial obey Earth Central Command, or will he jeopardize the future of his race to save Natalia and her people?
When her arm weakened and her steps grew shaky, he did a somersault over her head, leaving her confused. Then he shoved her sideways, and tackled her. He pinned her to the soft mat, face up, while he held her sword arm to the floor.
He had her.
Her hair came undone around her head, like a bright halo on the soft gray mat, and her luminous green gaze locked with his. Her lips opened slightly, and he couldn't help but stare. She looked so helpless, her chest heaving. Her eyes unfocused and her pupils dilated. She was not playing the game anymore... neither was he.
Her breath hitched. He lowered his face to hers and hovered closer to marvel at her beauty. She kept staring at him. He couldn't resist the temptation to probe her mind. A mistake. She was calling to him, wanting him to kiss her. He lowered his gaze to her mouth and she licked her slightly open lips. How could he possibly resist her sensual call?
Slowly, deliberately, he brushed her pliant lips, enjoying the soft contact. When she tasted him with a lick, he held his fire, afraid she would balk at a fierce response. She had to be a virgin. Then she let go of the sword. He relaxed his hold, and she caressed his hair.
The sensation of her six-fingered hand on his head awakened shored up needs he could no longer contain. Cupping her fiery mane, he claimed her mouth and ravished it with the fervor of a starving man.
She moaned softly and arched under him, as if seeking body contact. Flashes of all the disastrous consequences their relationship could bring barely cooled his lust, but he must stop this now.
He steeled himself against the separation and rose slowly, with great reluctance.
She sat up on the mat, staring at him.
"I'm so sorry." He turned away. He couldn't watch her like that. "It won't happen again. I promise."
"Why not?" The disappointment in her voice and in her mind sliced him deeper than a sword.
"You are promised to another man." As good an excuse as any. The truth was too ugly to tell. His mission might require him to annihilate her entire race.
"I do not intend to become Kaylar's mate." The indignant tone told much about her dislike for the man.
Martial stiffened, closing his fists, then he faced her again. "I hope we can still be friends."
"Friends?" Tears welled in her beautiful green eyes.
"Or colleagues... diplomat and future queen." Martial still needed more information on the Starlings.
She swallowed a sob, quickly wiped a tear, then composed her face. "Maybe when you see more of our culture, you will understand that although our females often take a submissive role, we do have a choice in the matter. We are civilized."
"Of course, you are." He certainly felt like the Neanderthal here.
She rose from the floor and tossed her long wavy hair behind the shoulders of her impeccable white body suit. "Then shall we meet again tomorrow?" Hope softened her face. "I planned to show you our hydroponic installations."
"I accept, but I must bring my team." For his own protection. He didn't want to repeat past mistakes. And mistakes would certainly be made if he spent too much time alone with her.
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THE SYNCHRONICITY WAR PART 1 by Dietmar Wehr
This book is technically on on TBR pile, but oh, baby, does it look good!
UNDER DIFFERENT STARS by Amy Bartol
SAVING YESTERDAY by Jessica Keller
APOCALYPSE BABES by Bella Street
I have to cut thousands of words from a book I am editing. Not one. Not a hundred. Thousands.
Just kill me now.
Like most writers that I know, I love words. My words, your words, the words on the side of a fast food soda cup or the words that completely distract me as they tick along the bottom of a news cast I actually wanted to listen to. Words are my kryptonite, and giving them up? Well, I'd rather give blood.
Writing is a solitary endeavor 99% of the time. The people on the pages of our stories are, at times, more real, more alive in our heads than the people we see on the street, in the grocery store, at school. Why? Because we know everything about them. What they're afraid of, what they dream about, what makes them mad and what makes them fall in love. We know about their parents and their best friends. Their first love and their first fight. We know them better than we know just about every human being actually walking around on this lovely blue planet. So, taking away the words that created them is painful, even when those words are boring, repetitive, or just slow down the story.
Enter the sword wielding, kick ass heroine of this tale...my editor. She's fearless and bold, killing those pesky extra words with bloody strikes to the heart of the story. She has no mercy. She give no quarter...and I PAY her to be mean. She's like the coach screaming at you to do another ten push-ups when you just *know* your arms are about to fall off. The pain is excruciating ...but then? What happens at game time?
You win. And your biceps are strong enough to lift a giant, word killing broadsword.
*high fives all around*
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A Dragonlings’ Haunted Halloween
Cara Truman has no idea that her new project would create a sense of panic, wonder, or hilarious consequences in the palace when she unveils it.
During one of her many excursions exploring the palace, she discovers a vast underground chamber that turns out to be the perfect place for her next invention. Soon, her dream of building the ultimate playground for the Dragonlings is a reality.
When Abby laughingly mentions the new ‘playground’ looked like the perfect place to have a Halloween party, Cara goes into high gear to create the perfect Haunted House adventure for the babies. The fun kicks into high gear when the men discover what Cara has been up to and decide to ‘test’ the playground first!
Discover what happens when another Earth holiday is unveiled, with the help from a couple of mischievous Goddesses, the symbiots, and Dragonlings in A Dragonlings’ Haunted Halloween.
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I've come to the conclusion that I can only focus on one aspect of my life at a time. Due to circumstances - some beyond my control and others of my own making - writing has decided to ride the back of the bus for the time being.
This leads me to the question - what do you do when "real life" rears its ugly head and sucks away all your physical, emotional, mental, and creative energy? I'm thinking I may try what the little girl in CHRISTMAS WINDOWS does.
A Short Holiday Story.
Approximately 2772 Words.
On Thanksgiving Day a sad and lonely little girl discovers a way