I, Effing Feline, love birds. Preferably filleted and sauteed.
Our dining nook has a wall of glass, making it easy for me to curl up and watch meals-on-wings flutter around the bird feeder. I watch them and daydream stories of a great tabby hunter. My stories are much better than Ed’s. More blood and gore! Nonetheless, he insists I tell you that Love thy Galactic Enemy is now available for sale! I’m sure you’re as excited as I am! (Snore)
The heroine of Galactic Enemy, currently calling herself “Lou,” knocks out a guy she thinks is an intruder, then discovers he’s an innocent (and seriously ill) new roommate. He has taken a sleeping pill and she’s been vaccinated against his disease, so Lou has the courage to crawl under the covers with him.
After several breaths, Lou shifted closer until their bodies touched at the knees. She lay still and concentrated on his breathing: slow and even. Each breath reminded her she wasn’t alone, reassured her that tomorrow she might earn his forgiveness, promised hope.
The kinship she felt for him was ridiculous…but strong. She raised her hand to touch his arm, but then lowered it to her side.
Did she dare hold him?
It wasn’t really a matter of daring, it was a matter of need—she needed to feel she wasn’t alone. Without someone to cling to, she might shatter into dust no one would recognize had ever been a human, and no one would miss her. Just sweep her up and dump her in the dustbin.
With a muffled groan, she put her arm around his waist and scooted against him.
Effing Feline here again. What’s the big deal about a book going live? I mean, it’s not really alive. You can’t eat it. Going live obviously isn’t very satisfying even to Ed, because he’s already gone and worked on another book. Anyway, congratulations, Ed (yawn). Hope you finally, finally, finally got one right so you can quit this nonsense and become a normal, beer-swilling pet human.
PS – Do any of you know how to text Uber to “deliver hummingbirds al a barbecue?”
Love thy Galactic Enemy
Abandoned to the enemy’s tender mercy
Minta Streave, the naive 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 must fend for herself until she can contact an elusive spy, Watcher, to take her home. To forestall arrest, she nurses a plague victim — a gentle, whimsical man who quotes 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. Nor does he intend to fall in love with the secretive nurse who saves his life. By the time he reveals to Minta that she saved an enemy officer, 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.