Last week I showed you the cover for Love thy Galactic Enemy, my September SFR release. Now I’m focusing on an alien pet — a mizzet.
As dumb creatures went, mizzets were very dumb — but empathetic to human emotions, so surely this one sensed it wasn’t welcome. Although its tiny legs were capable of short bursts of speed, they were usually slow. She walked fast to leave it behind.
She looked back once. It was galumphing along as well as it could, but falling behind. Ahead were elevators she could take down to her level. If she could get onto one before the mizzet arrived she’d be free of the tiny nuisance.
But the elevator was slow to arrive, as though siding with the mizzet, and when she got on, so did the plucky little beast. Admitting surrender, she picked it up and cradled it against her cheek. “Ridiculous me. I can’t outrun even a mizzet. I’m doomed, doomed.”
It stretched a three-toed paw toward her food bag.
“Okay, okay, you can have some food. Not until we get to the room, though, and eat sparingly. This bag has to last us a long time.”
She’d said us, not me. Without realizing how it had happened, she seemed to have adopted a pet. More likely, the other way around.
I didn’t invent mizzets. The name was first used by Linnea Sinclair, the 2016 Rita Award winning author of science fiction romance. Linnea has kindly agreed to write a cover blurb for Love thy Galactic Enemy, and I’m quite proud of it.
“Mystery, mizzets and mayhem populate this lighthearted tale of interstellar espionage and romantic intrigue.” —Linnea Sinclair, author of the Dock Five Universe series
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.