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.
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?