I, Effing Feline, am the most literary cat in the galaxy. That’s right — not just Earth but on all the planets everywhere!
To prove it, I’m presenting another selection from the latest WIP, Alien Contact for Heroines, by my pet human, Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine,
After a brief, and impossible, affair with commoner Dusty Johnson, Prince Reese Eaglesbrood withdraws from her — until he is visited in the middle of the night by a lilac-smelling apparition that looks almost exactly like her.
Interpreting the visitation as a warning from the spirit world, Reese runs a mile through the night to her room.
His chest rising and falling, Reese stopped at her bedroom doorway and blurted, “Are you all right, Dusty?”
“Aside from you scaring me out of my wits, yes. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I…” He ran a hand over his face and slumped against the rock wall.
“Geez, just tell me quickly and scram so I can get some sleep.”
“Nothing, truly, I just…I had a dream, I guess—a nightmare.”
A shiver shuddered over her spine, but she tried to ignore its icy premonition. “Spooky apparitions standing at the foot of your bed, I suppose,” she scoffed.
“That’s exactly right,” he said, his eyes wide, “but by all the spirits, how did you know?”
Effing Feline again. I figure my claim about being the most literary cat in the galaxy is safe. Being the cat of a science fiction writer, I know that no inhabited planets have ever been discovered, thereby removing the overwhelming majority of my competition. 😉
Make sure you read the snippets by other great weekend writing warriors.
Other science fiction romances in the same series:
When American Indians from the future of an alternate Earth move their entire island nation to our Earth, Seattle biologist Ell Harmon makes the first alien contact and yearns to help the newcomers settle peacefully. But can she hold to that dream during their long quarantine together when she learns that Prince Tro Eaglesbrood has seduced her heart solely for the good of his kingdom?
Marianne Harmon is sick and tired of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.
Quinn Lebatarde, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?