In space, nobody can hear you come!
Or can they? I guess it depends on how thick the walls are.
Even on a military base the quarters are likely pretty close. On a tin bucket
flying through space? Even closer. So what’s a girl to do?
For Lucy Borasco, what she wants is her ex-boyfriend back.
Captain Cal Sykes threw her over to focus on his career and she’s fed up with
being #2. Yep, even in space women have it rough. But she’s kind of hung up on
Cal. I mean, they’re perfect for each other. Or are they?
Could there be someone better out there for Lucy than Cal?
Let’s look at the options:
- She could date another hotshot space pilot, to which she’d probably say, fragging comet tails!
- She could date an alien species. Maybe one with tentacles that could feel her up in all the right places at the same time. Hmmm…. This has possibilities!
- She could take a Martian lover. What’s that? Martians are extinct? Tell that to the Martians, honey.
The Martians are back and they’re horny as hell!
I think Lucy would be a good match with a Martian male. Not only
do they require lots of sex, but they can handle a hot head. Conversely, Lucy
is about the only person who can handle them. Which is good since she ends up permanently
intertwined with one:
My
blood is green. Say it. Think it. Join with me.
The
voice grew louder and her head spun, dizziness taking over. I’m
hallucinating. I must have lost a lot of blood. But she didn’t feel wet.
Just cold. Empty. “Am I bleeding, Fennik?”
“Not
on the outside. The damage is internal.” He touched her arm. “I’m sorry. It’s
pretty bad. Are you in much pain? I can see if there’s a hypo in the med kit to
make you comfortable.”
Her
hands twitched. Restless legs wanted to move, but her body did not obey.
Frustrated, she wanted to scream. I have to find Cal.
“Lucy,
lie still.”
“I
don’t want to.” Fennik looked at her sadly, like he wanted to cry. The
truth hit her. “Wait. Am I really dying?”
Fennik dropped his gaze.
She
forced a swallow, blinking back tears. “No. I can’t die like this. I can’t
leave Cal.”
My
blood is green. Our blood is green. Say it Lucy…. We can be one. We can live.
Eyes
squeezed shut, fists clenched, she hissed through her teeth. “Okay, okay, my
blood is green. Happy now?”
“Lucy?
Are you all right?”
Her
limbs jerked and went stiff. Unable to move or breathe or speak, her body
froze. This time, she wasn’t afraid. This time the power inside her swelled,
surging through her veins. Inside, she smiled.
“Lucy.
Can you hear me? Lucy?” He shook her gently, then sighed and closed her eyes.
“Shrinking quarks, Cal’s gonna freak when he finds out.”
Oh yes, he is.
Here’s more about Cal and Lucy’s story:
Helium toads!
Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.
Captain California Sykes’ memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?
Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.
Captain California Sykes’ memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?
Find out in The Trouble
With Memories.
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified
Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of
these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel
the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake
of future explorers.
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