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Kuralon Rescue

 

Follow your heart. You never know where it might lead you.

Jirra’s on the run, Siena’s rescuing her lover, Toreni wants Master Chef status and Chet wants her reputation back. Four women, four goals, and one very small ship. Add a fleet request to free a rebel, the promise of little to no help and a caste-defined society simmering with discontent on the edge of explosion.

Now, on their own, they’re staging an escape from a backwater prison planet and navigating the murky terrain of dreams forbidden by the rigid caste system underpinning their culture. Success demands more than team work. They’ll have to jettison their own prejudices and forge relationships free of the rules and caste lines.

There’s more than just lives at stake. There’s dreams and a possible tomorrow more fragile than gossamer.

 

Buy the book at https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id836904208
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IV5G3UC

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New Release Excerpt

This summer will bring the launch of a new young adult post-apocalyptic series, beginning with

WINDMILLS:

This is the story of Lin Kwan, a young Chinese girl who finds herself caught in the middle of world-changing events after a terrorist attack wipes out much of the Caucasian population of the world.

But more than this, it’s a story of survival. Kwan’s voyage to a decimated America, accompanied by her sensei Li Zhong, is traumatic, and surely would tear the heart from a lesser soul. The world she finds in San Francisco isn’t any better, but she’s determined to complete the task her father has set for her.

In San Francisco, she finds nurse’s aide Valery Paz, a Latina teen who’s survived the virus that killed her whole family, and who now works on the black market caring for patients who can’t come to the hospitals.

She also meets Xi San, a young Chinese man who’s taken on the task of guarding the Pacific Heights neighborhood in which Kwan comes to live. The streets are lawless, patrolled by roving gangs, and San, believing he has nothing else to live for, puts his life on the line every night keeping safe those who struggle to remain alive.

But the gangs aren’t the only menace to peace and peace of mind, as San discovers. A man known only as Gabriel preaches his message of hate and white supremacy, backed up by the evidence of the terror attack.

Kwan has her own problems, as a Chinese spy tracks her to the United States, determined to stop her from giving her father the medicines she’s brought all the way from China–even if it means killing them both.

WINDMILLS is the first of a trilogy from Zumaya Publications, and will be released in June.

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Excerpt: Xi San patrolled Laguna Street, body tense, as always anticipating trouble, scanning the shadows with nervous energy for…shadows?
Another long night for a self-appointed keeper of the peace.
He studied the Bay from his favorite spot on Telegraph Hill. He’d admired San Francisco since the moment he and his parents had arrived from China five years before the Second Holocaust.The fog rolling in at night under the Golden Gate Bridge always made him catch his breath.
This was also where his father had shared the news of Qian’s suicide. He’d never forget the brilliant glow as the setting sun turned the tall bridge a fierce red-orange. In traditional Chinese lore, red was the color of happiness and good fortune; for him, Fate had decreed it the color of fear, guilt and lost love.
A cry of pain, followed by sounds of a scuffle, drew him abruptly back to the present. He set off at a run, rounding a corner to find a dozen Seajays circling in on someone small but stocky and armed with a knife.
“Hai!”
Several of the attackers turned to confront the intruder who dared interfere with gang business. Sudden movement inside the circle left two others on the ground clutching their groins. The cornered boy shoved through the new-made gap in the circle and plunged toward San.
He stuck out an arm to catch the boy and was rewarded with a frontal kick to the chest. Reflex made him his assailant and slam him against the brick wall beside him, pinning him with his own body. He then realized two things—first, the body he held was much smaller than it looked, and second, that “he” was female.
“That’s our kill, man.”
Movement in the corner of his eye reminded him the gang awaited him. They were not pleased he’d stolen their prey.
Holding the girl in place, he leaned into the glow from the streetlight, revealing his face.
That stopped them.
“The Enforcer!” one of them yelled. Angry murmurs continued, but the Seajays remained frozen, none daring to come closer.
San didn’t move, keeping his face impassive. He’d never taken on this many Seajays at once. He didn’t want to try it now. Especially with a girl to protect.
“Move on,” he said. “It’s after curfew, and you know it.”
“Fuck you, man,” one bold boy shouted, but under San’s cold stare, the gang members reluctantly took up their injured comrades and stole away, tossing obscenities over their shoulders like grenades.
His attention focused on the gang, he nearly lost his hold on the girl when she twisted.
“Let me go!”
“Can’t do that. Not while the bangers are on the street.” He adjusted his grip, holding on to her wrist instead of the bulky coat. “Come on.”
She kicked at him. “I’ll cut your throat before you get anything from me.” Her soft voice had a jaded edge, her English accented. Not long off the boat, then.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to help? Look, my apartment’s a couple blocks away. You’ll be safe there till the Seajays move on.”
She continued frustrated protests, but he ignored her. Keeping a firm grip on her, he half-dragged her around the corner and down the block.
When they arrived, San checked the crates he’d piled across the entrance steps; no one had moved them. He pulled her up the stairs, studying the baby powder he’d sprinkled as he left, seeing nothing but a cat’s prints. He opened the unnumbered door and tossed her inside, just avoiding another of her kicks.
“You’re welcome,” he snapped, locking the door behind them.
Bio: Lyndi Alexander dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain, but settled instead for inspired excursions into fictional places with fascinating companions from her imagination that she likes to share with others. She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. Her list of publications is eclectic, from science fiction to romance to horror, from tech reporting to television reviews. Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

Links–http://lyndialexander.wordpress.com for now.I’ll post actual linkies when it’s released.

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New Release: A SMALL DEGREE OF HOPE

A SMALL DEGREE OF HOPE —

Even the smallest degree of hope can spark love.
Against her wealthy father’s demands, and the usual blockades of a male dominated profession, Kylie Sanderson proves worthy of her position as lead investigator of planet Andan’s Scientific and Investigative Research Taskforce. Someone is killing Andan’s women in an attempt to mutate them into reptiles. Kylie makes it her mission to discover who’s behind the murders and prevent more grotesque deaths.

Shapeshifting lizard Griff comes to Andan to stop his brethren from mutating other planets’ women into mindless breeding stock. Overcoming Kylie’s suspicious and defensive nature proves difficult, but he must in order to help the SIRT team thwart his planet’s scientists.

When Kylie is abducted and becomes the first human to survive the transformation, it’s up to Griff to rescue her so SIRT can restore her human form. On the run and desperate to unravel the mysteries of Kylie’s past to solve the crimes of their present, can she and Griff forge a future for themselves?

CONTENT WARNING: Language, Violence, Sex

From Lyrical Press–coming June 3, 2013!

Excerpt:(this is the opening page:)

The officer guarding the half-lit, reeking alley behind Restaurant Row directed Agent Kylie Sanderson into the shadows behind him. “Your partner’s already down there. And, it’s two of them, ma’am.”
Kylie, wearing designer alpaskin boots, picked her way through the mud and discarded piles of food. Her mother, who found these things so important, must have finagled six months just to get her hands on this pair. She’d hate her daughter wearing them in stinking garbage. The thought made Kylie smile.
Her smile faded as she approached the heavy black dumpster. Behind it, her partner puked the contents of his stomach. Based on the history of this case, though, his indiscretion was likely not entirely due to his rookie status.
It was bad, then. But they always were.
Steeling herself, she climbed up on the plastic fruit crate in front of the dumpster and looked inside. The odor rising from the mélange of trash, rotted meat and spoiled dairy products sickened her, too, but not as much as the two women’s bodies on top did. Or at least what used to be women.
Holding one hand over her mouth and nose, Kylie shone her flashlight on the pile. The bodies were similar to the six others who’d turned up in the last few months in different areas of Muraco. Each dead woman was naked, and horribly mutated. Their flesh and organs had transformed by varying degree into green, scaly reptiles. Others had lost arms or legs to the change, their bones elongated, their hands narrow with nails turned into hard claws. This was the first one whose face was gone.
Blank yellow eyes stared, her nose and mouth distorted into a pointy chunk of mottled green hide. Fangs protruded from under the desiccated lips.
Yeah, this one was bad.
Kylie stepped off the box, never so glad she’d skipped lunch for a drink with an old friend.
Bio: Lyndi Alexander dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain, but settled instead for inspired excursions into fictional places with fascinating companions from her imagination that she likes to share with others. She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. Her list of publications is eclectic, from science fiction to romance to horror, from tech reporting to television reviews. Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

If you’d like to contact Lyndi, you can reach her here: lyndialexander at gmail dot com. or Lyrical Press at http://lyricalpress.com/a-small-degree-of-hope-by-lyndi-alexander/
Links: http://lyndialexander.wordpress.com

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Scifi Spotlight: Keir

Keir by Pippa Jay, a science fiction romance novel

(a 2012 Readers Favorite Finalist and 2012 SFR Galaxy Award winner)

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Excerpt:
Brilliant flashes of multicolored lights burst and bloomed like flowers in the sky, drawing him onto a small balcony outside.

He stood in the shadows and watched them in fascination, the night air cool on his skin and the wind stirring his hair. His quarters overlooked the stone bowl of the plaza in which they had arrived, a deep crater in the craggy mouth of the mountain that cupped the shell-like palace. Even in the glow of the illuminated sky, he could see nothing below the crater’s rim or the landscape beyond, all of it hidden by night’s dark mantle. The stars were white pinpricks, dimmed to insignificance by the explosion of lights and veiled by a mixture of smoke and wispy clouds.

Amidst the noise and flashes, the sound of movement drew his gaze aside. Quin stepped out onto the adjoining balcony to lean nonchalantly on the ledge and admire the show. The display forgotten, Keir immersed himself deeper in the shadows and watched her instead. Quin had unbound her hair, which now formed a wild red halo around her face. The formal robes had been exchanged for a short black slip that ended mid-thigh, and a long-sleeved robe of black lace. The gentle curves of her slim figure showed through the fabric. His eyes strayed to the white skin of her legs, like fine marble shaped and smoothed. What would it feel like to touch? Cool like stone? Or warm like velvet, soft as silk?

Unease tightened his muscles, and he tried to pull his gaze away. A Salusian woman would never expose herself like that. But she does not know I am here. I should not be looking. Even as he thought it, even as he berated himself for it, his gaze drifted back. A smile arched her lips as she watched the skies, as enchanted as a child. A stronger gust of wind brushed the hair back from her face and folded the satin cloth of her outfit taut around her figure.

A sudden sense of elation overwhelmed him, combined with the heat T’rill had inspired. Desire wrapped tight arms around his body. The heady mix stole his breath. No. Shame burned his skin. Quin was his friend, the first he had ever had. The first person to show him kindness in more years than he could count. Yet at that moment he wanted more. For the first time in remembrance, he wanted to touch and be touched in return. To hold her and have her return his embrace freely, with more than a friend’s affection. To feel her white skin under his fingertips. To brush the hair from her face as the breeze did now, and run his fingers through it.

His thoughts dishonored her gift of friendship to him.

 
Bio:
A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 20 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the SFR Brigade, a community of science fiction romance authors committed to writing and promoting the very best in the genre.

Website http://pippajay.co.uk
Blog http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk
Buy links (print and digital) http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk/p/coming-2012.html

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