I, Effing Feline, saw the cover for Ed’s upcoming book, and let me tell you — whoopee ding dong doo. Who care? If there’s no cute pussy cat on the cover, I don’t give a mizzet’s ass* about Ed’s books.
(Notice the cute little asterisk? It means there’s a footnote. I’ve never used one before and I’m excited about my first time! For the footnote explaining mizzet’s ass, keep reading.)
Love thy Galactic Enemy, Ed’s SFR with catless cover, will be available September 8. In it, a woman who currently calls herself “Lou” has been abandoned on a space station orbiting the enemy’s planet. When a guy enters her flophouse room in the middle of the night , she leaps at him from the top bunk and knocks him out.
But he’s a new roommate, not an attacker. Oops.
She knelt beside him, though not too close. His chest moved and there was no blood; that was good. Although a week’s growth of beard made it hard to guess, he was probably around her age, mid-thirties. He lay on his belly so she couldn’t see his face very well, but enemy or not, he looked like a nice guy.
“Sorra,” she whispered, “true sorra.”
When he groaned, she moved back until she brushed against his heavy duffel bag. He groaned again, but said or did nothing more.
Then his eyes fluttered wide open.
Effing Feline here again. In last week’s post we met Lou’s pet mizzet. Now for my wonderful footnote explaining the pet’s name!
* “Mizzet’s ass” (as in, “I don’t give a mizzet’s ass”) is the phrase Rita award-winning author Linnea Sinclair used to introduce the little critters Ed has brought to life. Mizzets never actually appeared in Sinclair’s scenes, so Love thy Galactic Enemy is their onstage debut. Linnea says she is “Looking forward to the mizzets!”
If you haven’t read her Finder’s Keepers (containing the first mention of mizzets), you’ve missed a great read. Even cats like it.
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 a high-ranking commando. 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.