Another hook from Love thy Galactic Enemy, my September 9 SFR release. I’m still focusing on the alien pet — a mizzet.
Such was the luxury afforded to the Farflung equivalent of a flophouse—luxury Lou could afford for only three more nights, assuming she lost her appetite. If her secret contact didn’t show up soon, she’d have to come up with a plan of her own to get back to Proxima.
Yeah, like what? Hike naked through The Black?
Fear and unfamiliarity clogged her thoughts. She was a personal secretary, not a daring secret agent. Laughter had soothed her dread for a few minutes, but only getting home would soothe it permanently.
Mizzets were messy eaters, so she fed it a corner of tomorrow’s lunch on the lower bunk, where she didn’t plan to sleep. Then she knelt on the harsh metal floor, rested her chin on her hands, and watched it gobble. “You must be desperate to latch onto me. Desperate or brainless.”
As though recognizing her words, the mizzet looked up from the sandwich.
“Is that your name? Brainless? It should be.”
She couldn’t bear the thought of spending another night in clothes damp from nervous sweat, so she undressed down to her underpants, then folded her outer clothes and put them in a pathologically neat pile on a ledge at the foot of the top bunk. Ignoring the ladder, she hopped onto the mattress. She slipped under the covers and forced herself to relax.
The mizzet climbed the wall to join her, making a tiny popping sound every time a suction pad came loose. When it snuggled its fur against her breasts, she put her arm around it. “Looks like it’s just you and me, Brainless.”
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.