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I love spaceships
If you’ve read my bio just about everywhere, you’d know I’m a fool for spaceships. One of my all-time favourites is Darth Vader’s flagsh
ip, Executor. It took over from the smaller, but still very sexy, Imperial Star Destroyers. There they are, at right. I’ll never forget that wonderful scene in The Empire Strikes Back where Darth Vader is looking out of the viewscreen on the Executor‘s bridge – and it eclipses an ISD! Whoa, that’s one big ship! I fell in love there and then. I saw the movie three times in the first week and I’ve watched it a hundred times at least. I’ve even been known to skip all the Skywalker stuff to get to THAT SCENE. My heart still goes pit-a-pat.
Closer to home, Morgan’s Choice has a new cover. The old cover had a spaceship on it, too. But I found this new spaceship and fell in love. I’m a tart, I know.
So it shouldn’t be a surprise to anybody that for my Morgan’s Misfits stories I have added a very, very sexy spaceship. It was designed by Morgan, so it’s pretty special. And here it is, starring on the new cover for Kuralon Rescue. It’ll be on every cover of the Morgan’s Misfits books. If I get around to another one. Yes, you’re right, it’s a ship from DAZ, rendered by my wonderful cover designer, Rebecca Poole of Dreams2Media. But in MY books, the ship’s name is Vulsaur. It’s Admiral Ravindra’s personal yacht which was first introduced to readers in Morgan’s Return. Vulsaur comes to the rescue in Kuralon Rescue, and now it has become the Misfit’s own ship.
I expect you’d like to know how it got the name Vulsaur? Indeed, what is a Vulsaur? That’s a Vulsaur, that tattoo on young Ravindra’s shoulder. You’ll get all the answers in that short story. (Notice I’m not always obsessed with spaceships.) 🙂
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Introducing a one-stop-shop for SF romance books #sfrb
Most of you know I’m a practising member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, a vibrant, active community of writers of science fiction romance. One of our number has taken it upon herself to create a brand new library for readers where you can find the latest and greatest, the free and the back lists of authors writing in the genre. You can search by author, category, pair groupings (MF, MM, MFM, FF etc etc), and series. SFR Station is a great new resource and I encourage you to try it.
We have a Facebook group for readers, the Scifi Romance Group which is a discussion and fun group for lovers of the genre. It’s public, so please join and take advantage of what’s new, what’s fun, and games and giveaways.
We also have a fanpage if that’s more your thing.
If you write SFR, or you’re an SFR editor or cover designer you might like to join our very active Facebook group. We have a heap of networking opportunities which we’re more than willing to share.
Let’s take a short cut
More from Kuralon Rescue. Siena and Jirra have made it to Crossmar, where they’re going to have the ship repaired and pick up some much-needed supplies.
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“This is wrong, isn’t it?” Siena said.
Jirra nodded. “These look like warehouses. Some are import places, where the ships bring their goods for distribution. The ones still in business, anyway. Some of them look a bit suspect, too.”
Siena held her gaze. “You think? Why?”
“That place over my left shoulder.” Jirra jerked her head to indicate. “It handles herbs, seeds and natural medicine.”
“Yes?” The words ‘so what’ hung in the air.
“Somebody there is keeping a very close watch on us. No, don’t stare. The window on the first floor that isn’t shuttered. The blind was pulled back a fraction. I don’t think they’re looking for honest customers. Give me your sanvad. Let me see where we’re supposed to be going.”
Siena handed the device over, pointing at a corridor on the map. “We’re here.”
“We should be here.” Two corridors over, and quite a long walk. There were no travelators in this area.
“Is this a short cut?” Siena asked, running her finger along a laneway marked on the map between buildings.
“Yes… but-“
“Let’s do that.” She pulled a wry face. “To tell you the truth, these boots are killing me. They’re new.”
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