Wednesday, August 30, 2017

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The story opens with the introduction of Captain Otian and his crew, forced to land on the backwater planet of Oltarin because of a blown star drive with no funds to replace it. Enter Hankura, who needs passage for himself and his family to Velran to help their son who's been in a catatonic state since his psionic powers started dawning. No other starship will take them because their children are both dawning psions. Otian and his crew are leery but agree to take the chance in exchange for funds to repair their ship.

Meanwhile, their friend Delmran from Hankura's childhood with whom they served on the Searching Star arrives on Velran to become Security Chief of the Federation Embassy there. On arrival, Delmran meets Lishaad, a covert agent for the Federation operating as the Emperor's mistress. As soon as he shakes her hand there is an instant attraction which Lishaad tries to deny, so Delmran backs off. But, Lishaad is not unaffected as she tries to make him believe and trying to hide her feelings makes Delmran believe she is a double agent.

Will Jamerin get the help he needs? Why are the Tregans so interested in Hankura's family? Can Delmran trust Lishaad to help protect them?

Friday, August 25, 2017

Colborn - Drogon Healer - SciFi Alien Soul Mates Romance (A Drogons Fate Series Book 5)

"Gil Ra looked around trying to put on a good face and a bright smile.

This was supposed to be a second chance in life. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the past and what she had left behind.

"Being abducted by aliens sounded so much like the title of a cheap sci-fi movie, and yet it had happened to her. That night, when she had decided she couldn’t take it any longer, the mocking, the loneliness and the feeling she had failed the only person that depended on her completely had become overwhelming, and that night she had decided to end it all.

She had left everything ready, no unfinished matters, no one to worry about her and surely no one to mourn her. And so, she had walked in the middle of the night, to the highest bridge she was able to find near the tiny room, she had been living in.

She walked out to the middle of the bridge un-spotted, or so she had thought . . ." Amazon 

Just to be clear this series is about humanoid aliens who shift into Drogons not dragons, though there are some similarities between. This book has had mostly positive reviews and rightly so. It's also had a couple scathing reviews giving it only one star, which I thought was downright mean spirited.

I have read all of the Drogan series and have enjoyed every one of them. Right off the bat, it take a willing suspension of disbelief. We have lizard like humanoids stealing female from Earth to sell as slaves. Most of them are chosen because they are kind of loners and a little broken. The Drogans have a problem reproducing because of the dwindling birthrate of females of their species; so they are looking to other races to find females to mate with.

Asgar sets up a meet with the Slythonian slave traders and buys the human females who become soulmates for some of the Drogan males.  Each book in the series chronicles one of the romances.
They are sweet and sexy and fun and sometimes poignant, especially Colborn.

One scathing review said " the heroine was so paranoid and subservient couldn't stand it. she was like a whiny child. She wouldn't say anything and if she did she grovelled all over the place. he was kept in a constant state of 'what did I do?' she misunderstood the slightest thing. makes me angry even thinking about her."

I didn't see it that way at all. I saw Gil Ra as someone broken who had been so beaten down by her family's rejection and life that she needed the love and compassion of a caring alien like Colborn. Part of the reason he found it hard to understand her was because he had never experienced the kind of rejection in his life that Gin Ra had. But he doesn't give up on her. All of the Drogan mates are caring, compassionate, loving, and sexy.

As for the one star reviewers, you obviously chose the wrong book for yourself. Instead of giving it a one star review and telling everyone not to buy it; return it an buy something else. It's not like the toaster you bought that didn't work out of the box. It's someones creation.

As alien romnces go, T.J. Quinn's Drogan series fits well in the genre.








The 1-Star Review or Hankura Is NOT a Manwhore

on August 23, 2017
NO. NOT FOR ME. You can't have psy-mates since childhood while the male lead has been man-whoring while thinking of her. Just no and EEWWW!"
 
               I was horrified by recent review that panned Hankura as a manwhore in  The Aledan PSION because of an off hand remark to Casir as he was leaving for Earth to find Chelle. While Aledan society is sexually permissive, Hankura was never portrayed as a "man-whore".  My poor choice of words insinuated that he was making love to one woman while pretending she was Chelle. That was not my intended interpretation of the incident. Chelle's presence merely flashed in his mind at an inappropriate moment like a ghost from the past. Time and distance from his connection with Michelle led him to believe it was a one-time connection of two scared children one lonely night. Although, Hankura was not celibate I never intended for him to be portrayed as a "manwhore"

                My whole book was trashed on the basis of one sentence. On that basis one unidentified person has told the whole world that my work has no redeeming value! It maybe only one word that led the reader to this mistaken conclusion. I had written fantasizing, when it was more like and intrusion into his mind "while he was fucking her." Or was his use of the f-word the problem?

                The actual incident is never even portrayed in the book; it was merely mentioned once. Hankura was in denial about the ramifications of his psionic connection with Michelle. He promised he would go back for her when he was ten. While he meant it when he said it, his new life and years on Velran dimmed the memory until Michelle almost died and he gave her the knowledge to heal herself telepathically.
 
               The paragraph has been re-written to hopefully correct that misconception. The correction has been uploaded and should be available soon.

               At this point, this is the only change:

"--Except for Carianne until she realized that Michelle kept flashing in my mind when we were having sex. It wasn’t like I could control it, it just happened. I would never have hurt her like that on purpose," Hankura shrugged. "I loved Carianne. But I feel like Michelle is wrapped around my soul.  Mesgar said I had best learn to accept the mind-link because I can't change it."

I am easily found on social media and I have a website.  I am wholly open to constructive criticism. Posting a one star review on Amazon is telling the world you think my book has no redeeming value for whatever reason. Did you even read the rest of it?

The book does contain sexual situations and is recommended for readers 18+. Hankura was never meant to be portrayed as a"manwhore". He was simply struggling with a mental connection that he did understand fully until there was an dramatic epiphany.

The following is the chapter in it's entirety:

The Aledan
PSION




"Michelle!" Hankura had been thrashing around for quite some time before he bolted upright in his bed. His heart was pounding, and his body was soaked with sweat. He groaned softly and tried to catch his breath.
His roommate stirred in the bed across the room and roused as he sensed Hankura's agitation. "You dreamed about her again, didn't you?"
Hankura nodded his head. "It was more than a dream, Casir. She needed me. I felt her needing me, and I wasn't there. She nearly died. We were in limbo, and I touched her soul. Then she found the will to live," he murmured. "I didn't want to let her go."
"How long has it since you first mind-linked with her?"
"Almost twenty years standard." Hankura sighed.
"Then Mesgar must have been right. She is your psi-mate."
Hankura shook his head. "That’s the only explanation that makes any sense."
"That’s why you’re the only one who feels her in your dreams light years away. That only happens with psi-mates," Casir said. "Carianne believed it, you didn’t renew, and she left.”
"I kept telling myself psi-mating was just a myth dreamed up by that madman Malkan."
"Maybe Malkan was crazy, but the prophet Narcaza wasn't. He was your own ancestor, and he believed it," Casir pointed out. "Mesgar believes it, too."
"Space! I have to go there and find her, Casir. I could feel her reaching out to me as she was dying. I didn't want her to die. She wanted me to help her heal her brother, too. But she was too weak. If I'd pushed her too hard, she would have died, too, trying to save him. I had to break contact because I couldn't stand her pain. Her brother is dead now, and she's all alone. I promised to get her out of there a long time ago. I'm afraid she might not make it until I get there. I've got another two years in the program, and I don't know how long she can stay alive without Jerry to help her. Half the time she thinks I lied to her, and half the time she doesn't think I'm real. I feel her pain, Casir, I feel her despair like she's part of me."
"Because she is. I feel your dilemma," Casir empathized. "What are you going to do?"
"Take a bio-chip implant for the last two years," he said. The computerized organic implant would feed information directly into his brain over a period of three months. By taking the last two years of medical school through a biochip, he could leave Velran with his physician's certification in three months.
"But, can you handle the headaches, Hankura?" Migraines were a side effect of such implants, which is why most students didn't use them.
"I know it can be pretty painful, but I can't wait any longer. I have to find Michelle before those barbarians kill her. Maybe once I know she's safe, I can get on with my life."
"Only if you include her in your plans."
"I don’t have a choice because I can't live in constant fear for her life anymore."
"Care to make a small wager? Say 50,000 chips that you two are psi-mated?" Casir grinned.
"I don't think so. I don't like the odds."
"Ah, so you are beginning to believe it."
Hankura shrugged. "Maybe I am."




After three months’ preparation, Hankura was ready to leave on his journey. Casir went with him to the hangar at the Velran Starport to see him off in the Mran spacecraft that was waiting to be launched.
"It sure is a beauty," Casir said, admiring the sleek triangular shaped craft.
"At a million chips, it ought to be. It's nearly new."
The two men stood looking at the silver and blue craft in silence. Hankura was dressed in a shiny silver flight suit, and Casir wore a loose-fitting white suit that was currently fashionable among human males on Velran.
Casir spoke finally after a long silence. "You remember the first few days after you got here when I wouldn't even talk to you?"
"Yes." Hankura grinned wryly. "I was ready to choke you just so you would say something. I didn't know what you were trying to do because you were so good at blocking everybody."
"Well, when you came walking into our quarters that day, I had a feeling we could be good friends. I didn't want that. I knew that one day you and I would be standing here like this, and I'd be losing my best friend.
"You were lucky, Hankura. Your parents sent you here because they thought they were doing you a favor---even if you didn't think so at the time. My family sent me here with 5 million chips and said don't come back. That was pretty hard to take . . .."
"I know," murmured Hankura. "It took me awhile to figure that out." He paused. "You know you could come, too."
Casir shook his head. A stark contrast to the Aledan, Casir was as fair as Hankura was dark with platinum hair and amber eyes. The Aledan held his gaze, studying those familiar features.
"I've done a lot of crazy things in my life, but going to Earth with you after some dream girl is not going to be one of them . . .. Besides, with you gone, someone will have to console Jana and Delara. It might as well be me." Casir grinned suddenly.
Hankura grinned, too. "They always liked you better anyway--"
"--Except for Carianne until she realized that Michelle kept flashing in my mind when we were having sex. It wasn’t like I could control it, it just happened. I would never have hurt her like that on purpose," Hankura shrugged. "I loved Carianne. But I feel like Michelle is wrapped around my soul. Mesgar said I had best learn to accept the mind-link because I can't change it."
"My sympathies, friend.”
"This could be the best thing that ever happened to me or the worst." Hankura sighed. "Going to Earth these days is an effective way to get myself killed. It scares the hell out of me, but, I know I'll never have any peace until I find her."
Casir swallowed hard. "What happens if you do find her? You're not planning to stay on Earth, are you?"
"Certainly not! I promised my parents two years ago I'd return to Aledus after I finish here."
"Oh yeah. I remember you arguing back and forth about that for months on the com. I thought you finally decided not to go."
"Mother changed my mind. It meant so much to her, I didn't have the heart to refuse her again. But that doesn't mean I'll stay forever. What about you? What are your plans?"
"I'll let you know when I decide. ...if I can find you."
"I'll leave word with my family . . . if I make it back to Aledus."
"You will. I have faith in you." Casir held out his hand, not fooling his friend at all. Casir was worried. Earth was a dangerous place ever since the Procyon Wars. This might really be the last time they ever saw each other.
They both knew it.
Hankura shook Casir's hand and turned to board the ship. He stopped abruptly and turned back to embrace his friend, briefly. No more words were necessary. After one last look into Hankura's dark green eyes, Casir nodded, and Hankura turned without looking back to board his ship. Casir watched the hatch close behind him then turned and left the hangar.
Although he couldn't watch Hankura go, he was glad he had finally accepted Hankura's friendship. The Aledan was the best friend he would ever have.




The glaring sun warmed the freshly turned earth as Michelle knelt planting her seeds in the small groove she had just made in the dirt with her fingers. She paused in her work for a moment to brush at the perspiration beading on her forehead. Her stomach growled with hunger, and she glanced over her shoulder toward her cabin and then out over her garden patch. Some tiny seedlings were already sprouting in the rows she planted a few weeks ago. One more row and she would be finished planting for the season. Then she would eat and maybe cool off in the nearby stream while she washed off the dirt and sweat.
The moon signs were right according to talk she had overheard from some farmers at the farm market. She was counting on a harvest big enough to sustain her through the harsh winter snows---if the scavengers roaming the mountains didn't come along and steal from her like they had from those farmers that complained at the market.
Of course, she wouldn't have to worry about surviving the hard mountain winter if she hadn't left Berke's protection months ago. Berke had rescued her from a gang fight about a year before Jerry was killed. She didn't understand why he had helped her at first, but Jerry knew. Berke wanted her. It was as simple as that. Because he had saved their lives, Michelle believed she owed him. He could be very pleasant and charming when he wanted to, and it was nice for a while to be protected and cared for. In return, she gave him what he wanted from her---her body and a certain degree of affection. She even had begun to care for him until he started playing his sadistic little games with her.
Sometimes he was tender and loving, other times, he would make her play perverted sex games that went way beyond a little BDSM. It was torture. The man was like two people. Michelle soon came to fear and hate him. She left him, but he sent his thugs to bring her back. Berke rewarded them with a night of raping her.
Jerry rescued her two days later. "I'm going to kill him!" Jerry swore after he saw her bruised and swollen face and the tormented look in her eyes.
"No, Jerry. He'll expect you to do something like that. Maybe it's what he wants, so he will have an excuse to kill you. I'd like nothing better than to kill that scum, but we wouldn't have a chance against his thugs with only daggers for weapons," Michelle cried. "I just want to get out of here. Please!"
Jerry hugged her and let her cry for a while until he figured out how they could escape. They stole one of Berke's hovercrafts and abandoned it a few kilometers from his compound, then went into hiding. When she recovered, Jerry taught her how to fight more effectively. Her new skills had come in handy more than once, but Jerry's death taught her that she still had much more to learn.
And sometimes, it was better to run. Michelle wished she and Jerry had run that day.




Michelle had spent most of the day digging out all the plants growing between her neat straight rows. It was nearly sunset, and she was tired, hungry and thirsty. But she forgot her discomfort as she raised her eyes to the clear, blue sky. For one brief moment, she remembered the dirty and frightened little girl that crouched in the alley alone that rainy night. Sometimes, that little girl was too much a part of her.
As she scanned the sky, Hankura's promise whispered itself into her mind again. She shook her head, trying to deny the memory. She couldn't. She wanted to run and hide, but instinct told her there was no place on Earth to escape his beckoning.

I’m coming for you, Michelle, I’m coming… And I will be there soon.


Jed Rankin pored over the readout data, again and again, searching desperately for the information Berke demanded. It just wasn't there. The tiny Mran spacecraft had vanished from the screens less than a minute after he'd given the Aledan pilot ground clearance.
Jed realized belatedly he never should have shot his big mouth off in the first place---especially not to Evans. The little bastard had run straight to Berke with the news. Now he was in a helluva mess. If he didn't come up with the information Berke wanted, the Overlord would see that he lost his job at Farringay Starport. Then how would he take care of Marla and the kid?
At least he'd warned Hankura, which was probably why the Aledan's tiny blip had disappeared so quickly from the scanner screens. Jed shook his head and nervously smoothed back his thinning red hair. Berke sure as hell didn't know what he was asking. That tiny Mran could have veered off in any of a thousand different directions from after the scanners had stopped picking it up.
Jed pursed his lips and frowned at the screen again. Just why was one Mran so important to Berke? Tiny ships like that slipped by the scanners all the time. Often their pilots never bothered to ask for ground clearance. Immigration hardly bothered with them so, why should he? None of the ships stayed long, and there wasn't much damage they could do to the Earth that hadn't been done during the Procyon Wars. In 800 years, the mother world of humanity had not yet recovered.
Little hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and Jed straightened up in his seat at the forbidding shadow that fell over his workstation.
"Well?" Berke demanded. "Did you find it?"
"N-not exactly," Rankin stammered nervously, trying to decide whether to call this well-known cut-throat 'sir.' Fine clothes and smooth manners couldn't change what he really was. "I can only assume that the craft probably held to its course and landed somewhere in the mountains east of here. If not, then I really can't help you Mister Berke."
Berke glowered at the cringing man for a moment and satisfied himself that the little weakling was telling the truth.
"The mountains, eh?" he repeated, and a sardonic grin creased his rugged face. "Thanks, Rankin."
Berke turned without another word and swaggered out of the dispatch room. When the door whooshed closed behind him, Rankin sighed in relief, mopping his brow with a handkerchief. Berke was the last person in this part of the world a man would want to antagonize. Those who crossed him usually didn't get a second chance . . ..
As Redmyn Berke left the starport complex, he went out to the nearby hover station and climbed into his auto-piloted hovercraft.
"Did you learn anything?" Bart asked eagerly when Berke slid onto the seat across from him and his partner Mason.
"Yes." Berke nodded tersely to the thugs and reached for a drink from the dispenser to his right. "How would you and Mason like to pay a visit to my little Michelle again?"
"What?" Bart's mouth dropped open. "I thought you had her wasted."
"She got away." He paused with a frown then his expression grew smug. "That Rankin thinks the Mran might have landed in the mountains. Michelle is there. Perhaps she has seen or heard something . . . And even if she hasn't, I decided I want her back. Bring her." Berke paused and met their eyes each, in turn, an ominous warning of his own. "No games like before. I don't want either of you screwing her. She's mine! Don't hurt her."
"But I thought . . . " Mason began stupidly.
"Yeah--well, you thought wrong," Berke retorted and swallowed the contents of his glass. The fiery liquid burned all the way down, filling his treacherous gray eyes with moisture. "I just thought she needed a lesson," he muttered and reached to fill his glass again. "She's mine. You'll just have to settle for your cut after we sell the Mran. A few more of those handy little ships and we'll have Wingale as well as Farringay in our conglomerate. Then, who knows?"
Berke pressed for two more glasses of whiskey and passed them to Bart and Mason. "Drink up, gentlemen. We must make plans.”
 
 
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