I, Effing Feline, must make this quick. My life is busy; I have more chores than just writing these posts for my servant, Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine. When Mr V has a migraine, I must curl up on his lap and heal him with the magical power of my purrs. And tonight he has a migraine.
Without further ado, then, here’s another selection from Mr V’s latest WIP, Alien Contact for Heroines. I’ve been skipping around in this manuscript like a kitten chasing yarn. So what the heck — here’s a passage showing the reaction of our heroine, Dusty, to her first encounter with the hero, Reese. Although strangers, they have just worked together to heroically dispose of a bomb, and then they celebrated with a wild embrace.
Dusty sighed and hugged her elbows. Who was she kidding? She had to see this guy again. Soon. If the rest of the man were even a fraction as incredible as his courage and his lovemaking…
“Reese,” she whispered. Then again, slowly and sensuously: “Reese.”
Dusty ambled down the secret passage, trailing her fingertips along the wall. What a day. What a terrifying, wonderful day.
Effing Feline again. Shh, everyone. Migraine, remember? I’m off now to perform my other delightful duty.
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?