I, Effing Feline, was in charge of the poll to select a title for Ed’s WIP: Love thy Galactic Enemy. Titles are one of the most important things to sell books, along with book covers. Since Ed does such a lousy job of both, I’m hereby seizing charge of the cover, too. Smart, eh?
This book features a ratlike alien pet called a mizzet. I’ve sketched a mizzet, and I insist you all demand Ed use it on the cover!
Now for the snippet. A woman currently calling herself Lou was a secretary for a business that was a front for a spy team. The team has abandoned her, trapped and fearful, on Farflung Space Station, which orbits a planet inhabited by her home world’s enemies. She has left the station’s busy main corridor for an empty one.
There was no one in this corridor to see her. “Except you,” she said to a skinny baby mizzet clinging to the wall at knee height.
After glancing around — the corridor was still empty — she bent down to pet the creature. It was one of the domesticated breeds, not a pest but a pet that had been bred for the beauty of its eyes and feathery fur. It coloring was standard caramel-and-mustard, but instead of a plume-like tail, it had only a thumbnail-length stump. It was the skinniest mizzet she’d ever seen, weighing not even a kilogram, and the fur on its right leg was torn off in clumps. It had been on the losing side of a fight . . . sort of like her.
It leaned into her hand as though just as alone as she was. She had no time or money for a pet, whether cat, dog, mizzet, or skoot. Animals couldn’t help her get passage off this mousetrap, so she should leave the miserable creature here.
Effing Feline here again. Ed, the jerk, has vetoed my drawing! He says I stole it from some ninja named Leonardo da Vinci. If the turtle doesn’t object, I don’t see why Ed should!
Love thy Galactic Enemy
Abandoned to the enemy’s tender mercy
Minta, the reserved secretary for a spy team that spread a man-made plague, leaves the planet too late — the team abandons her on the enemy’s space station. She’s forced to fend for herself until she can make contact with an elusive spy, Watcher, who can take her home. To avoid arrest, she nurses a plague victim — a gentle, whimsical man who spouts Lewis Carroll. But to know this enemy is to love him . . .
When Finn Shanwing falls ill, he doesn’t intend to hide that he’s actually a high-ranking cyborg warrior. Neither does he intend to fall in love with the secretive nurse who saves his life . . . but by the time he reveals to Minta she saved an enemy commando, it’s too late for his heart. Or hers. Also too late to escape the wrath of Watcher — half-human, half-machine, and both halves obsessed with her.