I’m counting down the days until Pets In Space is
released on October 11th. This anthology features a new Star Cruise novella
from me!
Here's
the book blurb:
Even
an alien needs a pet...
Join the adventure as nine pet loving sci-fi romance
authors take you out of this world and pull you into their action-packed
stories filled with suspense, laughter, and romance. The alien pets have an
agenda that will capture the hearts of those they touch. Follow along as they
work side by side to help stop a genetically-engineered creature from
destroying the Earth to finding a lost dragon; life is never the same after
their pets decide to get involved. Can the animals win the day or will the
stars shine just a little less brightly?
New York Times, USA TODAY, Award Winning, and Best
selling authors have eight original, never-released stories and one expanded
story giving readers nine amazing adventures that will capture your imagination
and help a worthy charity. Come join us as we take you on nine amazing adventures
that will change the way you look at your pet!
10% of the first month’s profits go to
Hero-Dogs.org. Hero Dogs raises and trains service dogs and places them free of
charge with US Veterans to improve quality of life and restore independence.
The
blurb for Star Cruise: Stowaway:
Cargo Master Owen Embersson is shocked when the
Nebula Zephyr’s ship’s cat and her alien sidekick, Midorri, alert him to the
presence of a stowaway. He has no idea of the dangerous complications to come –
nor does he anticipate falling hard for the woman whose life he now holds in
his hands. Life aboard the Nebula Zephyr has just become more interesting – and
deadly.
The
excerpt:
This
was the time of day he enjoyed most, when all his crew had gone off duty and
the Nebula Zephyr’s top cargo deck
was quiet. Sure, more work remained tomorrow to get the cargo squared away
properly and ready for the next stop, but there was no rush, being several
weeks out. Cargo Master Owen Embersson surveyed his desk in the tiny office on
Deck 18. Time to leave the place to the ship’s AI, go have his dinner in his
cabin and then resume work on the scale model of a long-vanished temple he was
building. This one was incredibly intricate, and he’d charge the customer
triple the usual price.
Stepping onto the echoing deck, he
called for Moby. She spent most of her evenings hunting vermin lurking among
the monstrous crates and containers, but she usually passed the first part of
the evening in his cabin, eating the incredibly expensive cat food he had the
ship’s AI keep in stock. Not much else to spend his salary on. “Come on, cat, I
want my dinner even if you don’t,” he said to the elegant vision in white fur
who trotted from the murky recesses of the deck. How she stayed clean when she
spent her days prowling the cargo deck, he’d never know.
Purring, she came to his steel-tipped
work shoes but evaded his effort to pick her up, moving just out of range the
way felines did, as if cats could teleport. Moby scampered toward the towering
stacks of cargo then turned. Seeing he’d failed to chase her, she sat, tail
twitching, head tilted, eyeing him.
“What‘s
the matter with you? I’m not in the mood to throw cat toys and retrieve them
right now.”
And
the book video teaser:
Can't wait
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