I, Effing Feline, wish Brett a happy birthday! Brett is the third of Mr V’s four children, and his petting hand is gentle and loving, even if he’s a dog person. There. I’ve done my familial duty. Now I can tell you my REAL feelings about dog people!
I feel that —
Once again, I’m continuing with a snippet is from Mr V’s science fiction romance, Rescuing Prince Charming. During the most harrowing — and exciting — ten minutes of Dusty Johnson’s life, she and her mysterious alien companion found a saboteurs’ time bomb, carried it out of the prototype starship, and tossed it into the ocean, where it exploded harmlessly. The bomb may be gone, but their adrenaline isn’t. They embrace, and it’s more than simple hug. They’re going to be naughty.
As she stepped into Wiki’s warmth, the warning klaxon died, leaving silence echoing through the huge grotto. She’d never seen it so empty, which reinforced the dreamlike sense that this moment was different from all others and couldn’t be judged by normal standards. Laughing, she twisted in his arms and strained to look up at his face. It was a great face, an interesting blend of Native American and Asian genes. It was a hero’s face — her hero.
The nearest privacy lay deeper in the cave, where the workers’ offices and residences were, but they’d never make it before Security returned. Wasting this euphoria seemed like a tragedy.
“Come,” he said.
“Great idea,” she murmured, even though she didn’t do double entendres. Well, not usually; she was a technical writer, a woman who chose words that could be interpreted only one way.
Effing Feline here again. I hate it when Mr V censors me . . . but then I guess I can’t be too mad at him. He started a wonderful new segment: Vintage Effing Feline. Be sure to check it out!
Ed wants me to tell you that he’s super busy this weekend — in addition to the Tucson Festival of Books, he also has to play two concerts with his symphony orchestra. I’m sure you care about this boring things as little as I do. Be warned that he may be later than usual at visiting your posts, but as usual, he’ll comment on everyone.
Rescuing Prince Charming: A Native American Sci-Fi Romance
She’s no heroine. He’s no Prince Charming.
Dusty Johnson, a self-styled ordinary, everyday woman, responds with extraordinary heroism when saboteurs try to bomb the prototype of Earth’s first starship. Although she yearns to return to anonymity, that moment of courage propels her ever deeper into dangers that tear the scabs off her dark secrets—and thrust her into the arms of the unattainable man of her dreams.
Reese Eaglesbrood, an alien prince, yearns to restore his tattered reputation by guiding the starship project to completion, but his fascination with the unassuming heroine threatens to undermine his fragile authority. Shunning Dusty is necessary, yet unthinkable—and when the saboteurs strike again, she is his only ally against Earth’s most elusive enemies.
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