Thursday, May 24, 2018

Excerpt from Cosmic Wars


Excerpt from Cosmic Wars, Grand Masters’ Galaxy, Book 5


Teleport from planet to planet as the Griffins pursue their enemies across the galaxy and beyond.
Violet and Athanor Griffin reunite with their baby son after escaping from the world beyond the fiery Cosmic Rift, but they find no respite from troubles. The Grand Masters have declared Athanor dead, and are squabbling to replace him as Chair of the Council. Hordes of bloodsucking Ixioth slavers threaten galactic civilization, and a new enemy has emerged from the alternate universe, an enemy immune to psychic forces. The dynamic couple is soon swamped with pleas for help. Athanor’s vow to crush the insectoid Ixioths and expel the Nulls hits a major obstacle. The teleportal web enables their allied enemies to make rapid strikes and escape to  unknown hideouts, somewhere in the galaxy. Violet has a different perilous challenge. Her promise to rescue the children captured on Cinerea means she must brave the dreadful Rift and lose her psychic powers. Can the Griffins reconcile their divergent promises, or must they separate for the tasks of rescuing the prisoners and defeating the slavers?

Join psychic superstars, Violet and Athanor Griffin, on this epic adventure, meet aliens of all stripes, and of course, the fabulous dragons of Sythos. 


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In Chapter 2: Violet and Athanor Griffin arrive at the Council meeting. Believing Athanor is dead, two Grand Masters propose to fight for the Chair’s position.

A wall of shielded emotions met them, a wall her senses could penetrate, easily for some and requiring force for others. Auras flared in multiple hues, indicating alarmed fear or pleased surprise at their entrance. Waves of hatred leaked from Nathan, directed mostly at Athanor, although Violet received her share from rejecting his advances when Athanor was missing.  
Giving a mental snort of disgust, Athanor remarked, “Did he try to seduce you? Poor fool. He underestimates your powers. Your mind was strong before ever you achieved the rank of a Grand Master.” 
Violet hid her amusement behind an amiable expression. “That miserable worm could never tempt me. And now he’s raring for a fight.” 
Her petals glowing rosy, Amarylla Threeleaf rustled, “Brightness offers welcome to Griffin Grand Masters, blown into our meeting after long absence.”
His grim features fixed in a stern expression, Athanor’s eyes flashed sapphire. He bowed and said, “We are grateful for your gracious welcome, Brightness Threeleaf.” Swinging his azure gaze over the assembled Grand Masters, he remarked, “The Griffins have survived our adventure beyond the deadly Cosmic Rift, and we are ready to resume our tasks on the Council.” He waved Violet to her seat at the junior end of the semi-circle of thrones, and strode to the central throne reserved for the Chair.
Nathan recovered swiftly. His eyes an emerald blaze, he stepped in front of Athanor, and assuming a authoritative tone, he cried, “Stop! The Council has decided to select a new Chair.”
“Unnecessary,” Athanor grated. “You elected me as Chair, and my power is undiminished.” His curl of cynical amusement reached Violet, and she sharpened her vigilance. He cocked his black brows, and asked, “Do you dare to challenge me, Lord of Lightning?”
His eyes dulled and Nathan was silent.
Amarylla interrupted, exuding the tart scent of lemons, “Conflict is unwarranted. Griffin Chair lofts erect on Council.” 
Rising onto his four hind legs, Baxicki chittered, “Decision made at prior Council meeting. New Chair will be chosen by combat according to tradition.”
Athanor gestured to the oldest Council member. “Grand Master Hanuman, kindly enlighten us on the rules of this engagement. The Chair’s position has not been contended for many years, and some of us were not present at that momentous occasion.”
Hanuman bowed. “You are correct, Grand Master Griffin. The last combat for Chair’s status occurred nearly two hundred years ago when Nathan, Lord of Lightning, defeated Zarthorn and claimed the leadership of our Council.” The ivory beams from his eyes lit on Nathan’s rigid features. Rotating in a slow half-circle, Hanuman indicated each Grand Master in turn. His voice switched from mellow to cold. “Here are the rules. The combat for Chair must be held in the presence of all members of Council. None of you can leave this chamber until the conclusion of the fight or else you will forfeit your membership. The battle between contender and current Chair will continue until one is incapacitated or has admitted defeat.”
Violet quenched a shiver of fear. How could she watch Athanor die in combat?
His reply winged into her mind, “Don’t worry. We’ll be together, and our united powers can outmatch any other Grand Master.” Turning toward Nathan and Baxicki, Athanor growled, “Which of you proposes to battle your Chair?” His thoughts mingled annoyance with cynical amusement at the antics of his peers. 
Emitting yellow flames, Baxicki said, “Lord of Lightning joins Baxicki against Griffin.”
Athanor sent a private comment to Violet, “Pity, Nathan almost cried off.”
He was always a coward,” she replied.
Steeling for the fight, Nathan straightened and snarled, “You must fight alone.” He jabbed an accusatory forefinger at Violet. “Our youngest member must stand aside from the combat.”
“Impossible,” Athanor averred. “Our psychic union cannot be broken. Even when we were separated by the Cosmic Rift, we retained a tenuous connection and Violet knew I was alive.”
Giving vent to a deep sigh, Hanuman rose to his feet and said, “In my perusal of the Council’s long history, a psychic union of two Grand Masters is unprecedented. Since no rules appertain to this unique circumstance, I believe your challenge must encompass both of the Griffins.”
Athanor barked, “We stand ready. Let the combat commence.”
Detecting a psi arrow, Violet raised her shield and flung a warning to Athanor, “Beware, Baxicki.
Leave this one to me,” he replied, his mind sharpening for defense.
Rearing on its four hind legs, the insectoid blasted a beam of fiery yellow at Athanor.
Vibrating to intense blue, Athanor’s shield repeled the attack. Instead of a swift counter strike, he seemed to hesitate. The other Grand Masters, shifting away from the combatants, froze in awful expectation.
Her psi senses vigilant, Violet’s link revealed Athanor’s devious intent. Using his metal warping skill, he was tightening the orange bands around the insectoid’s head and midsection.
The Lord of Lightning shot livid green fire at his hated opponent.
Athanor did not budge. His defensive screen did not waiver. As a precaution, Violet inserted a fraction of her psi energy into his shield, edging the blue haze with ultraviolet. Her adrenaline surged to higher alert.
A sheet of emerald lighting surged toward her. Even partially distracted by Athanor’s combat, she blocked Nathan’s attack without flinching. She thrust a psi dart into his mind, paralyzing his thoughts. He stood immobile, his empty, outstretched hands aimed at her. 
Their opponents stood like statues, frozen in position.
Seconds passed without visible change.
Abruptly, Baxicki twitched in pain. Its psi fire fizzled out, its antenna drooped, and it collapsed onto the floor. “Cease!” it squeaked.
Athanor removed his pressure on the metal bands. The insectoid shivered, raised its body on six shaky legs and backed away.
At the same instant, Violet released her mental grip on Nathan. Cupping his hands over his aching forehead, he staggered to his seat.
Athanor strode around the semicircle of thrones. His sapphire gaze swept from one Grand Master to the next, and he growled, “We have defeated two contenders. Who else dares to fight us?”
After a moment of silence, Hanuman rose from his seat and intoned, “The Griffins have proven their dual potency. I recommend we retain Athanor Griffin as Chair of our Council.” 
Muted sounds of rustles, clicks and sighs marked a general consent.


Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Coming Soon - Cosmic Wars, Book 6 of the Grand Masters' Galaxy - Epic SciFi Fantasy Adventure


Cosmic Wars, Book 6 of the Grand Masters’ Galaxy

Teleport from planet to planet as the Griffins pursue their enemies across the galaxy and beyond.
Violet and Athanor Griffin reunite with their baby son after escaping from the world beyond the fiery Cosmic Rift, but they find no respite from troubles. The Grand Masters have declared Athanor dead, and are squabblng to replace him as Chair of the Council. Hordes of bloodsucking Ixioth slavers threaten galactic civilization, and a new enemy has emerged from the alternate universe, an enemy immune to psychic forces. The dynamic couple is soon swamped with pleas for help. Athanor’s vow to crush the insectoid Ixioths and expel the Nulls hits a major obstacle. The teleportal web enables their allied enemies to make rapid strikes and escape to an unknown hideout, somewhere in the galaxy. Violet has a different perilous challenge. Her promise to rescue the children captured on Cinerea means she must brave the dreadful Rift and lose her psychic powers. Can the Griffins reconcile their divergent promises, or must they separate for the tasks of rescuing the prisoners and defeating the slavers?

Join psychic superstars, Violet and Athanor Griffin, on this epic adventure, meet aliens of all stripes, and of course, the fabulous dragons of Sythos. 

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Chapter 1

At home in the Griffin’s Eyrie, Violet’s happiness blossomed in lilac sparks of psychic energy. Her precious family was reunited after their tribulations in the lands beyond the Cosmic Rift. She sat on the sofa with the orange cat purring on her lap, and watched Athanor crawl around the rug with their baby son perched on his back. Athanor’s long black locks draped over his face like a horse’s mane. His short hair as jet black as his father’s, little Varan giggled and kicked his legs. Only Athanor’s psi tether prevented him from tumbling onto the ground.
Amused by their antics, she joked, “Your horsie is missing a tail.”
Shaking the hair off his face, Athanor smiled at Violet. His eyes blazing with sapphire light, the potent mark of a Grand Master, he pleaded, “Sweet Violet, relieve me of my enthusiastic rider. We must talk of the future.”

She lifted Varan from his father’s back, and placed him on the floor next to his toys. The cat, Rascal, sauntered over to rub his head against the little boy. The fluffy, Dally, scampered into the room from the patio. Soon, Varan was crawling around the room with his playmates. 
Athanor drew Violet to the sofa and slipped his arm around her. “I had hoped for a respite of three or four days after our ordeal across the Cosmic Rift. However, news of my return has already reached our allies. I have received felicitations from old Hanuman Pashtari, and Amarylla Threeleaf wishes to taste my presence.”
Savoring the clarity of their psychic link, Violet leaned her head on his shoulder, and suggested, “Mother Tingu must have told them of our escape.”
“By Odin’s eye, she might have waited a day,” Athanor grumbled.
“Don’t blame her. You were missing for many weeks, and we were afraid you were dead, or as good as dead.”  
“Brightness Amarylla pleaded her news was urgent, and I’ve invited her to visit us this evening. She can inform us of any significant occurrences during our absence.” His sapphire gaze flicked to Varan. “Assuming our energetic son will go to sleep.”
“Varan’s thrilled to see his father after your absence of seven weeks, and he’s stayed awake all day playing with you.” She snuggled against him. “He’ll sleep soundly after I sing his lullaby.”
Picking up their baby son, Athanor carried him to his nursery, and read a short story. Violet tucked him into his cot, and sang his bedtime lullaby. His fluffy friend, Dally, snuggled in beside Varan, but the orange cat followed the adults into their living room.
Athanor dropped onto the sofa. “Ah, we can relax until Amarylla arrives.” Violet joined him on the sofa. Rascal hopped onto his master’s knees, and curled into a furry ball, purring, “Love you, love you.”
They did not have a long wait. Athanor hadn’t even drained a glass of wine when his com buzzed. Opening the miniportal in his leather bracer, he related the message to Violet, “She’s coming.”
A column of pink mist formed in the middle of the room, and quickly resolved into the flower Grand Master, Amarylla Threeleaf. The Wistralian’s three giant petals were tightly furled in a long bud above her short stalk and tangle of brown rootlets.
She opened her petals, wafting the scent of roses. Their translators rendered her greeting, “Griffin Grand Masters, your brilliant presence sweetens sap of Brightness Amarylla.”
Standing erect, Athanor gave a formal bow, and waved his hand in a courteous gesture. “Welcome to my castle, Grand Master Threeleaf. I am grateful for your generosity in guiding the Council during my absence.”
Her petals paled, and Amarylla’s leaves rustled, “Absence of Griffin Chair sprouted thorns on Council.”  
Sparking blue fire from his eyes, Athanor grunted, “Hades, I guessed as much. Tell us the bad news.” 
“After Grand Master Violet blew into the Cosmic Rift, not fifteen Terran days passed before Council declared Griffin dead.”
“I might well have been killed, but Violet knew better,” he grumbled. “She sensed I was alive.”
“Advice of Grand Master Violet unheard, unheeded, lost in tumult.”
“Tumult? As dismal as that?” He barked a scornful laugh. “Did they fight for my unenviable position?”
“Choice of new Chair debated with violent winds.” Amarylla fluttered the edges of her petals.
More amused than angry, Athanor asked, “Who is my replacement?”
A faint odor of rotting vegetation hinted at the plantoid’s disgust. “Traditional combat offered for Chair. Four Grand Masters deferred to Brightness Threeleaf. Brightness declined to fight. Grand Master and Lord of Lightning, Nathan, will oppose Grand Master Baxicki for topmost branch.”
Athanor scowled and his blue aura flared. “Odin’s eye, I might have guessed those two would stir up trouble.” He paced to the window, spun around and met Violet’s gaze.
Fuming with indignation, she said, “Voids, Nathan ought to be grateful for your mercy. You refused to punish him for conspiring to destroy the portal web.” 
 “Mercy is rarely rewarded. Nathan claimed he repented, and I deemed Morrigu was the chief proponent of their conspiracy.” Gazing at the pink petals of Amarylla, he asked, “When is their combat scheduled?”
Her petals flushed to crimson, releasing the sharp tang of lemons. “Combat is today. Brightness agreed to hold a special meeting of the full Council at twenty hours Terran standard. Griffins must attend.”
Quickly checking the relative planetary times on her com, Violet exclaimed, “Voids, the meeting’s in one hour and forty-five minutes.” She straightened and glared at her mate. “We’ll have to get dressed.”
“What’s the rush? We’ll be ready in a fraction of the time.” Athanor laughed. “By Ragnar’s fires, the fools will tremble when I appear with Violet. They cannot overcome the joint force of the two Griffins.”
The flower Grand Master fluttered her leaves. “Scent of Griffin’s revival wafts slowly. The sweet news might not drift to their senses before the combat.”
“Excellent. Do not enlighten them, Brightness. If they’re eager to command the Council, they’ll have to challenge me.” Satisfied with his decision, Athanor returned to sit beside his wife on the sofa.
Exuding an acrid odor, the flower Grand Master said, “Brightness fears spread of rot. Ixioth slavers and ships of Nulls elude Wistralian fleet. Pleas fly from entities on outer leaves of galaxy. Fears of Ixioths netting their seedlings for food.”


Thursday, April 26, 2018

New Release - Boxset of Taxyon Space Duad #SciFi Adventure & Romance


 Duad

TAXYON SPACE DUAD: BOX SET OF BOOKS 1 AND 2
Science Fiction Thriller and Alien Romance
Daredevil scientist and scarred alien forge a perilous alliance in the seas of Jupiter’s moon, Europa, and their accidental meeting propels humans to the stars.

Book 1: Europa
Book 2: Rishalt

Reviewers say:

The author has created a tapestry that excites the readers senses, and inflames the imagination.” 

packed with vivid imagery of Jupiter’s moon, Europa, and its oceans teeming with life.” 

Plenty of complex twists and turns.”


EUROPA

What alien creatures lurk under the icy surface of Europa?
Dr. Nikki Bell’s plan to discover intelligent life in the oceans of Jupiter’s moon hits a rocky start when her spaceship crashes on the icy surface of Europa. Seconds before she blacks out, she spies a man’s face in the water beneath the ice. When she wakes on the submarine Station, nobody believes her story. Convinced the mysterious stranger saved her life, Nikki searches for him while she explores the ocean and its alien inhabitants. 
Kiron Arqin Ramis chose exile as a Watcher on a remote outpost to redeem his family’s honor. He never expected to find an attractive Earther woman close to death. He violates the prime policy by rescuing her. Despite suffering the penalty, he strives to warn her about his hostile leaders.
Nikki’s unexpected meeting with Kiron triggers a chain of disasters in Europa’s perilous oceans. Can the daredevil scientist and scarred Watcher forge a new alliance despite their people’s antagonism?  


RISHALT

Two alien worlds. Two lovers torn apart. Twist the hyperthreads into unity.
Dr. Nikki Bell is devastated when the Watchers reappear without her alien lover. Why did he return to his home planet without even leaving a message? In search of answers, Nikki jumps at the chance to join the diplomatic team invited to visit the aliens’ home world. On Rishalt, she must contend with the intricacies of Warrish society and an undercurrent of hostility.
Kiron Arqin Ramis is summoned home by his family to the unwanted honor of a new triad and union with a high-ranked female. Unable to forget Nikki, he endures a perilous exile on a wilderness planet instead of complying with his family’s demands. But, the Triarchs have other plans for him.
Stakes are higher than the lives of two individuals. Earth leaders are desperate to acquire the alien interstellar technology, while Warrish dispute the benefit of an alliance with inferiors. Can Nikki and Kiron pierce the barriers separating them to find happiness with provoking an unequal war?



Wednesday, April 4, 2018

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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Rishalt, Book 2 of Taxyon Space


Taxyon Space has two Books! 

NEW - Rishalt, Book 2

Two alien worlds. Two lovers torn apart. Can they spin the hyperthreads to unity.

Dr. Nikki Bell is devastated when the Watchers reappear without her alien lover. Why did he return to his home planet without even leaving a message? In search of answers, Nikki jumps at the chance to join the diplomatic team invited to visit the aliens’ home world. On Rishalt, she must contend with the intricacies of Warrish society and an undercurrent of hostility.
Kiron Arqin Ramis is summoned home by his family to the unwanted honor of a new triad and union with a high-ranked female. Unable to forget Nikki, he endures a perilous exile on a wilderness planet instead of complying with his family’s demands. But, the Triarchs have other plans for him.

Stakes are higher than the lives of two individuals. Earth leaders are desperate to acquire the alien interstellar technology, while Warrish dispute the advantage of an alliance with inferiors. Can Nikki and Kiron pierce the barriers separating them to find happiness with provoking an unequal war? 

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Sunday, January 21, 2018

Sneak Peek into Rishalt, Book 2 of Taxyon Space #SciFiRom

 Taxyon Space

Beginning of Rishalt, Book 2 of Taxyon Space

Draft Blurb
Dr. Nikki Bell is devastated when the Watchers reappear without her alien lover. Why did he return to his home planet without even leaving a message? In search of answers, Nikki jumps at the chance to join the diplomatic team invited to visit the aliens’ home world. On Rishalt, she must contend with the intricacies of Warrish society and an undercurrent of hostility.
Kiron Arqin Ramis is summoned home by his family to the unwanted honor of a new triad and union with a high-ranked female. Unable to forget Nikki, he accepts exile on a dangerous wilderness planet instead of complying with his family’s demands. But, the Triarchs have other plans for him.
Stakes are higher than the lives of two individuals. Earth leaders are desperate to acquire the aliens’ interstellar technology, while Warrish perceive few advantages to an alliance. Can Nikki and Kiron pierce the barriers separating them to find happiness with provoking an unequal war?


CHAPTER ONE

The intercom beeped. A shrill voice yelled, “Dr. Bell, you’re ordered to the hub. We have an emergency. Unidentified floating object on the monitors.”
Noting the edge of panic in the cantankerous Safety Officer’s voice, Nikki called, “Cut your jets, Tar. I’ll be up in a second.” Anxious to learn the worst, she left the lab and sprinted along the passage to the transit hub of Bathos, the submarine station in the ocean of Europa. What the styx could it be? The prototype spaceship, Taxyon One, had departed from Jupiter’s moon three weeks ago, leaving the fledgling colony without transport off the moon.
As she reached the door to the stairwell, Astrid Andersen raced from the opposite direction. The chief of the Division of Xenobiology ran gracefully, her long legs moving easily and her blonde hair bobbing behind. Nikki quelled a twinge of envy. Her mentor had arrived only recently and her muscles were still adapted to Earth’s gravity.
Astrid said, “I had not anticipated so much excitement during my visit. Is this alarm a normal occurrence?”
“Not in my experience,” Nikki admitted. “I’ve no idea what the monitors detected. Even Major Tarlick ought to recognize a large native animal.”
“Let’s find out.” Astrid pushed the door open.
They leaped up the stairs to the central hub and dashed into the transit center. Five of the Bathos residents crowded into the front of the room. The others were working on Topside, or away on a field trip. Everyone was staring at the big viewer. Everyone except for Roy Wong, who tapped frantically on his tablet.
As they entered, Major Tarlick glanced around, and gave a quick nod of recognition. Gesturing at the screen, he offered an unnecessary explanation, “Unidentified object on the starboard perimeter. Tech Wong is transmitting the image to Earth.”
The statuesque Dr. Andersen stopped at the rear of the room where her height allowed her to see easily over the heads of the people in the front. At ten centimeters shorter, Nikki pushed to the front of the awed group and peered out. Instead of the usual view of dark water rippling over red bedrock, and fat seaslugs feeding on mounds of microbes, a sphere the size of a house hovered on the left of the screen beyond the dome of the Greenery. Transfixed by the sight of the shimmering sphere, she froze. The iridescent surface of the sphere resembled the surface of Kiron’s bubble shelter. A shiver of excitement raced through her.
“It’s the Warrish,” she cried. 
Her cool voice penetrating the shocked silence, Astrid asked, “The alien mermen you met?”
“Not mermen, but humanoid,” Nikki said. “No tails or scales. They have legs and gill slits.”
“They’ve come back?” Deirdre Foster, the director, asked. As the Station’s physician, she had relocated to the medical facility on Bathos after the disaster, leaving the astrotechs and shuttle pilots to camp in the reconstructed shell of Topside.
“Kiron predicted they would decide to speak with us.” Nikki flushed in anticipation of seeing her lover again. “He believed their leaders favored an alliance with Earthers. That’s their name for humans.” Fifteen days ago, he had met her briefly in the deserted Warrish base and given her a token of his affection. She fingered his gift, the copper bracelet on her wrist engraved with his family emblems.
“Fair enough.” A faint frown slid across Astrid’s calm face. “Why pop in unannounced like this? They must know how to communicate with us.”
Nikki nodded. “Correct. Their Watchers have been monitoring Galileo Station for years, and they have translators.”
“Curious,” Astrid remarked. “Perhaps they wish to make a dramatic entrance.”
“The Warrish?” Major Tarlick scowled. “Is it an attack?”
A commotion from the rear heralded the entrance of Tech Albright. Big Al, unofficial leader of the colonists, marched to the front and glared at the iridescent sphere. “Styx, our green-skinned mermen have arrived in style.”
Tarlick protested, “They’re attacking Bathos.”
Al slapped the major’s stiff back and boomed, “We’d be bloody dead if they wanted to attack us. They could have slaughtered us at any time in the years they’ve been on Europa. We can’t match their technology. If they’ve got interstellar transport, they’re surely capable of dropping a bloody big bomb.”
“They’ve been watching us for decades,” Nikki pointed out. “Plenty of opportunity to squash us if they wished.”
“Understood,” Tarlick groaned. “If they’re paying a friendly visit, do you think we ought to send divers to meet them?”
Nikki shrugged. “I’d guess the sphere is filled with air. They can breathe air like us, and the atmosphere in their submarine base was close to Earth normal.” She had become the expert on the aliens. In fact, nobody else had seen a live Warrish, although they had images and tissue specimens from the dead alien.  
Director Foster said, “Major Tarlick is correct. We ought to meet them in their own element as a neighborly gesture.”
“Wait for them to make the first move,” Al suggested.
Astrid had been staring at the strange sphere. She tilted her head and asked, “Where is the entrance, Nikki?”
“If it’s like the bubble shelter, you can enter the membrane anywhere.”
They watched as the giant sphere drifted onto the seabed on the outer perimeter of the repulsion field. A shoal of alarmed eels circled above the roof of the Fishery, ignorant of the tank hatching their fellows for food.
Five tense minutes elapsed without a change.
Tarlick exhaled audibly. “They’re not attacking.”
“Reckon they’ve come for a chat,” Al grunted. “Who wants to meet them?”
After a slight pause, Director Foster said, “I’m the senior official on Galileo Station. Perhaps I should go?”
Al patted her on the back. “A laudable proposal, Dee, but you’re a bloody landlubber. You’ve never swum in these gloomy waters. I’ll take the job instead.”
Astrid said, “Nikki’s a fine diver and the aliens know her. She should be in the group.”
“Brilliant,” Nikki cried. “I’d love to pierce their big bubble.” With luck, Kiron was waiting inside the filmy shelter.
Major Tarlick insisted, “You’ll need protection.”
“Nah,” Al grunted. “Reckon we’ll have to trust they don’t mean to kill us.” He forestalled Tarlick’s objection, saying, “Okay, Tar, you hold the fort on Bathos with Deirdre. If we don’t come back, you can wield your bloody guns. Don’t be surprised if they fail to do any damage.”
“Three people would be good,” Nikki suggested. “Warrish work in units of three or six.”
“I’ll come along with you and Al,” Astrid offered. “Even if only to satisfy my curiosity about the aliens’ unusual physiology.”
Al nodded. “Okay, three of us. We’re all comfortable in the ocean.” He grinned. “Let’s dive in.”

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If you’re not familiar with these characters, they are introduced in Europa.
Europa, Taxyon Space, Book 1 - SciFi Thriller & Romance
Daredevil scientist & scarred alien in perilous seas.


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Atrapako on Eden Goes Wide #SciFiRom #Aliens

 Atrapako

My oldest series, Atrapako on Eden, is now available at most retailers.


What color are your scales? Intrepid scientist solves mystery of scaly aliens.

 Lady

Dr. Lucy Stannis leads a quiet life as the chief biologist in the remote human colony on Eden, until an alien vessel makes first contact with the colonists. She is thrilled to meet the spaceship captain, the impressive Blue, Sa Kamizan Veedak, despite the scaled bodies and sharp claws of the formidable Atrapako. Conflicts arise, threatening the whole colony as well as Lucy’s tenuous friendship with Sa Kamizan. Lucy must employ all her skills to discover their secret and save the colony.

If you like feisty heroines and mysteries where deceptions abound, then you’ll enjoy this science fiction adventure with a surprise twist at the end. Start this tale of culture clash and sweet romance today. 



Rescue mission to hostile planet of scaly aliens. 

 Dragons

When the Atrapako Blue, Sa Kamizan Veedak, and Dr. Lucy Stannis receive a distress call from his sister, they must undertake the dangerous mission to rescue her from the war-torn planet of Vkani. As an exile, Sa Kamizan risks death if he is recognized. Their motley crew of Atrapako and human scientists will need all their skills to combat treachery by brutal warlords and survive the hostile environment.

If you enjoy science fiction adventures with battles and betrayals mixed with romance and scientific explorations, read Dragons of Vkani, Book 2 in the series, Atrapako on Eden. 





Background 

Although it was published in 2014, I wrote The Lady is Blue several decades ago while I was a postdoc at Yale. At that time, the Kline Biology Tower had a cafeteria on its top floor. This cafeteria, and the research labs on the lower floors, appear in my story. The aliens mix, or not, with scientists in my fictional cafeteria. The story is set on a distant planet called Eden with a colony of humans isolated from the rest of the galaxy.
The original title was “What Color Are Your Scales?” because the alien Atrapako have scales in colors representing their caste system. Leaders are blue, scientists and people with technical skills are green, solders are red, and everyone else is yellow.

One of the reviewers of this book has an apt description of the plot: “A sassy human female and an arrogant, scaled alien spaceship Captain collide. What could possibly go wrong? Or go right?”


Can you guess the surprise ending? I left clues, and the heroine, Dr. Lucy Stannis, fits the pieces of the puzzle together before the denouement and twists it to her advantage.