I, Effing Feline, am starting snippets from my pet human’s Christmas science fiction romance, Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker.
The heroine, Holly is an orchestra conductor hired to conduct a performance of The Nutcracker Ballet for the aliens who’ve come here from an alternate Earth. When she first arrived on the aliens’ island, she called her brother, while a Kwadran — the ballet’s arrogant lead dancer — insolently listened in.
It’s now the next day.
Rafe,” Lissette said, “This is Dr. Holly Jansen.”
“Ah yes.” Up close, Rafael Sekwa’s body displayed even more chiseled perfection than from a distance. “The new American conductor. We have met. The young lady has a brother who cares for and advises her.”
Holly thrust her hand out for a shake. “Not doctor Jansen. Just Holly.”
He ignored it and spread his arms. “I am Rafael Sekwa. I also am not a doctor, merely a medicine man.” When he touched her shoulders to embrace her, she shivered even though it was a light hug, almost impersonal. “Call me Rafe,” he said close to her ear. He released her quickly.
She let out a breath and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. The hug? Many dancers were physical, touchy-feely people. The eavesdropping? It wasn’t his fault he’d been sitting there, though it was his fault for sticking around.
But medicine man? What was that all about? And enhanced, too?
He embraced Lissette more thoroughly. “My petite fingerling. A kiss, my shu-shu.”
Lissette avoided a kiss by turning her cheek with a deftness Holly admired. It was sad, though, that such maneuvers were necessary for dealing with men from other worlds, too.
“I’ll leave you two alone so you can discuss the Christmas opening,” Lissette said.
After watching her leave, Rafe pulled his shirt over his head and wiped his face with it. Holly seized the moment to admire the finely chiseled muscles of his arms and stomach. What a gorgeous Christmas present he’d be for some lucky woman to find under the tree.
He wants to marry Lissette, though, so take a deep breath and cool down, woman. With Rafe half-naked in front of her, that was easier said than done.
She shoved aside her voyeuristic pleasure.
Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker
The Nutcracker ballet … 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 queen has secretly ordered Rafe Sekwa, dancer extraordinaire, to produce a native potlatch ceremony honoring her husband’s ancestors — on the same day, time, and stage as The Nutcracker. The stubborn genius is determined to do so no matter what. Soon Holly finds her ambition melting in the face of her growing admiration and love.
Which will she choose — love or her dreams?