I’m continuing with snippets from Love thy Galactic Enemy, my September 9 SFR release — all of them featuring that beloved alien pet, the rat-like mizzet.
Lou, our heroine, is taking care of Finn, an ill enemy in a tiny flophouse room on Farflung Space Station, where she is trapped. She has also picked up a mizzet she names Brainless and a second mizzet, as well.
Finn’s voice was stronger than before. This must be one of his lucid but weak periods. She tried to stifle a relieved grin, but only managed to make a lopsided smile she couldn’t quite hide. Just looking at his thin face and twinkling eyes made her feel good.
He yawned. It struck her as a weak yet healthy yawn. Since his eyes were open now, she ventured more questions. “What made you cry out?”
As though to answer her, Brainless flitted across the wall behind him, followed by the new, nameless mizzet. Being bigger, it couldn’t climb walls as nimbly; it needed to place each suction pad on his paws with care rather than speed. For a couple of steps it wobbled onward. Then the inevitable happened—it fell off the wall and landed on Finn’s stomach. Undeterred, it scampered after Brainless with the darting suddenness that made mizzets both fun and annoying. They could go from absolute stillness to top speed in a tenth of a heartbeat.
The two creatures reversed course, chasing from the foot of the bunk to the head. Then they leaped off and disappeared onto the floor. After a moment they scrambled noisily under the bed.
She couldn’t help it—the mizzet’s antics combined with Finn’s obvious improvement to summon a lighthearted laugh.
“Graceful,” he said through another yawn, “and a great smile to boot, and…”
And what? She stopped laughing.
“And you slept with me the other night,” he said. “Right? Just so I have it clear in my mind…you did it just to keep me warm, right? Not because you’re a hooker?”
“You use the words hooker and me in the same sentence again, pal, and I’ll scratch your nose a second time.”
He touched the end of his nose gingerly, as though every movement hurt. “I guess the rest was a dream.”
Uh oh. Her unprovoked assault could still get her into trouble. “What else do you remember?”
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.