I, Effing Feline, solved last week’s problem in a very satisfying way. If you recall, the bird who was my typist/editor was on strike for more birdseed. I’ll tell you how I did it in a minute.
Last week, we left Marianne, the heroine of Mr. V’s very soon-to-be-released Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, sprawled on a hotel room floor–a marriage proposal from Prince Reese having been rudely interrupted by a terrorist bomb blast. Here the prince deposits Marianne in an old tunnel under the hotel for safekeeping.
As Marianne looked at the murky ladder, a shiver quivered through her. She was neither claustrophobic nor afraid of the dark, but this hole looked like a sewer. She sniffed–didn’t smell like one, luckily.
Reese was right, though—she was in the way and by arguing, she was causing trouble. “Okay, I’ll go,” she whispered.
“Good woman,” he said in English as he slipped his jacket onto her. It came to her knees and the arms swallowed her hands, making her feel like a kid playing dress-up—a little kid who couldn’t do anything to help.
“A Royal Guardian is stationed down there to protect you,” Reese said, “so obey Captain Charleyjohn!”
Don’t worry, folks, about the heroine seeming to be a shrinking violet. By the end of the book, Marianne is a kick-ass female, NOT insecure and helpless. If you liked Romancing the Stone, you’ll love Alien Contact for Kid Sisters.
Speaking of insecure and helpless … heh, heh … how, you ask, did I, Effing Feline, solve my labor dispute? By plucking a tail feather and threatening to eat the bird, of course. Now he works for even less!
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