I, Effing Feline, need to sharpen my claws. My manicure is in a frightful state, and I don’t mean Texas. Give me five minutes on a good scratching post, though, and I’ll be as good as new.
Speaking of good as new, Alien Contact for an Enhanced Nutcracker is Ed’s new Christmas novella and the 6th installment of the Alien Contact for Idiots series. Holly Jansen has been hired by the alien king of Kwadra Island to conduct a performance of The Nutcacker ballet as a surprise Christmas present for his American wife. She wants to let her brother know she arrived safely on Kwadra, only to learn that telephones are scarce. She finds one, though.
The telephone sat on a side table in a small, windowless room, and a man sat in an office chair near the phone. She approached hesitantly, because he was formidable. His sleeveless shirt showed impressive biceps, but it was his face that made her hang back. He seemed to be . . . elsewhere; using his implant, perhaps, or merely thinking.
Dark, glacial eyes focused on something beyond the walls of the room, while his determined chin and sharp nose hinted at a ferocious sense of purpose that would be undeterred by anything she might do. That expression was far more alien than his features, which were Native American.
And, oh yeah — he was also handsome, in an intimidating, alpha sort of way. For an instant she wondered if he were the king, but on TV Tro Eaglesbrood had an easygoing, everyman quality this man lacked.
She stepped as close as she dared, because his extended legs, crossed at the ankles, blocked access to the phone. “Excuse me.”
“You are excused; the toilet is down the hall to your left.”
Effing Feline here again. Anybody out there have a good scratching post I can borrow?
Alien Contact for an Enhanced Nutcracker
The Nutcracker ballet performed for and by aliens?!?
Holly Jansen, a young orchestra conductor down on her luck, is secretly hired by an alien king to conduct The Nutcracker on Kwadra Island as a Christmas present for his American wife. This big break seems like a Christmas miracle, but after she meets the lead dancer, she wonders if it’s a curse, instead . . .
. . . because the Kwadran queen has secretly ordered superstar dancer Rafael Sekwa to produce a potlatch dance honoring her husband’s ancestors — on the same date, time, and stage as The Nutcracker. The stubborn genius is determined to do so, no matter what, and Holly finds her ambition melting in the face of her growing admiration . . . and love.
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To help keep myself on track this November, I’m going to try to post my progress. Lately I’ve been on fire.
After 16 days — 48840 words