My hot, sexy babe #mfrwhooks

In last week’s snippet from my sci fi rom, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, Marianne met Quinn Lebatarde, wearing Captain Charleyjohn’s Royal Guardian uniform. For safety from a rebel attack, they’re in one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra Island. Charleyjohn is supposed to be her bodyguard.

Marianne is the sister of the Kwadran queen, who met the king while filming a TV show introducing to the world the newcomers — alien humans from an alternate earth.

Marianne had done dozens of TV interviews about Kwadra. She was the on-air spokesperson for a line of Kwadran hair-care products licensed to an American corporation. Her affair with Prince Reese had been trumpeted by both American tabloids and Kwadra’s professional gossips. But did anyone remember her? Nope. She was always Queen Elinor’s kid sister.

“Wow,” Charleyjohn said. “I never thought I’d meet Harmon’s sister.”

Against her will, Marianne smiled. No matter how tired she was of being overshadowed, no one had ever had a better big sister. In addition to making first alien contact, Ell had filmed a TV show with Tro during their three weeks quarantined together. Alien Contact for Idiots, as Ell sarcastically called it, had averted war by showing the world that the alien invaders were civilized humans worthy of a good woman’s love.

“You’re a Harmon,” he gushed. “Hey, you know my first name?”

Marianne blinked. “Well, gee, let me guess. Rumpelstiltskin?”

His answering laugh was distinctive, like the rumbling of a race car zooming toward the checkered flag. “It’s Maquinna. Quinn for short. Captain Quinn Charleyjohn at your service, mah botay klootch.”

Marianne stiffened. His last phrase meant my beautiful young woman, but with connotations of my hot, sexy babe. She answered him with an insult of her own, in Shanoog. “And I am at yours, mah cultus grosyah meck.”

Instead of being offended, he gave another fast, deep laugh as he raised his arm for a handshake.

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Alien Contact for Kid Sisters

Fleeing murderous rebels, the queen’s sister finds a hero to save her.
Or is he kidnapping her, instead?

Marianne is sick of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.

Quinn, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?

20 comments

  1. Okay… what did *she* say!

    Do you have a Kwadran dictionary, Ed?

    1. Yes, LIsabet, I kind of do, and it was published in 1863. Kwadrans’ language is based on Chinook, the lingua franca of the Pacific Northwest Coast Indians. “Mah” is my. “Cultus” means bad or naughty. “Grossyah” means great big. I’ve thrown in some French — “meck” is a corruption of the slang word for guy or jerk.

      Therefore she said: “My great big naughty jerk.”

  2. I have a feeling “mah cultus grosyah meck” is not a good thing. I like her comebacks.

    1. Being the American-born queen’s sister Marianne has mostly learned polite Shanoog. Otherwise I suspect she might’ve cussed him out.

  3. I agree with the others. What did she say. At least he laughed.

    1. He’s so delighted that he’s getting away with his impersonation that he might laugh at anything she said.

  4. Cathy Brockman · · Reply

    I wish I knew what she said to him. I like how he laughed instead of being offended

    1. Nearly everybody wants a translation, eh? “My great big nasty jerk.”

  5. Must be annoying to always be in the shadow – the Queen’s kid sister.
    Tweeted.

    1. There are worst things for your sister to be, I imagine: hooker, drug dealer, president’s daughter. (I apologize, Daryl; that last is a US political joke.

  6. Good for her! And at least he seems able to take as well as he gives.

    1. When it comes to slinging insults, they’re well matched.

  7. henhousepublishing · · Reply

    Love the fairy tale reference. In one of my books, the heroine shows her disgust for the hero by stating that she doesn’t care if he’s the last unicorn (Peter S. Beagle reference). i suspect not too many people got that reference.

  8. You’re right — I wouldn’t have gotten the reference. ‘Rumpelstiltskin’ is more in the common canon.

  9. deesknight · · Reply

    The excerpts for this book just keep getting better and better!

    1. Wow — that’s great to know!

  10. Thanks for clearing up what she said. Good for her. Enjoyed your excerpt.

    1. Thanks for stopping by, Tena!

  11. Cara Hartley · · Reply

    I was imagining Shania Twain’s song “That Don’t Impress Me Much” playing in the background of this interchange.

    1. Yes, that song would be appropriate!

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