In Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker, Holly has been hired by the aliens’ king to conduct a performance of The Nutcracker on Christmas Eve. Rafe, the sexy lead dancer, insists on performing a different number on that day. It’s a classic case of:
- an irresistible force (Holly’s need to satisfy the king and perform The Nutcracker to save her life’s goal of a musical career)
- meeting an immovable object (Rafe’s need to satisfy the queen and fulfill his life’s goal of honoring his ancestors on the Other Earth by dancing a potlatch).
Who will prevail? And by prevailing, will they destroy the chemistry between them?
To find out, you’ll have to read the book.
“I have a secret commission from my queen. Knowing that my life’s work is rekindling the memory of the Old Earth, Queen Elinor commands my troupe to perform a Christmas Eve potlatch as a surprise present for her husband. I danced this arrangement just once, in my youth, so I am recreating everything from memory. It is difficult, but it proceeds well.”
“The queen, eh?” Holly laughed then stopped the sound by covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re kidding.”
That wasn’t the response he’d expected. “Kwadrans do not jape at their royalty. They complain sometimes and gossip incessantly, but never joke. I received the call personally. Hence all plans to dance your little ballet are cancelled.”
“Your comprehension is sunken again, Rafe old boy.” She stood as straight as a totem pole, though her eyes danced alluringly. “King Tro personally hired me to give a performance of The Nutcracker as a surprise present for his wife, also on Christmas Eve.”
Rafe’s eyes went wide. He’d expected opposition from Holly, but not that such a ferocious shark as the king himself would bite into their conversation.
“On the Welcome Centre stage,” she said.
“For the grand opening.”
He curled his lips into a tight line.
“The same stage you think you’re going to use for your potlatch.”
Again he nodded, thinking.
“At the exact same time that your troupe will be dancing The Nutcracker on television. Isn’t that the most romantic thing you ever heard?” She made direct, probing eye contact with him. “You can’t fight royal romance, Rafe. You’ll have to hold your potlatch another day.”
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?