20 December 2015

Amid the Stars—A Sunday Snippet

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Terrified, and in fear for her life after her husband, an undercover cop, is killed, Melanie Ross has nowhere to hide.
A squadron from a far planet visiting Earth on a reconnaissance survey prepares to leave, without one of their members who is dying of a virus.
Irena must remain on Earth, so seeks a replacement to take her craft back to the other side of the Universe. Seeing Melanie’s predicament she offers her an escape. Reluctantly Melanie agrees. Conquering her fears, she must learn to live among a superior race on Qindaga.
Reve, commander of the star ship circling their planet, bears an inexplicable resemblance to her dead husband. Passion flares amid the stars, but can love with an alien flourish?

He gave a grave nod and sat opposite her on the other couch. Indolently, he stretched his long legs out in front of him. His fingers forming a steeple beneath his chin, he stared at her until Melanie began to feel uneasy again. This thing he did with his fingers was such a human habit, it was unnerving to say the least. Had they been studying humans for years down there on Earth, visiting and going away without leaving a trace for the scientists to decipher?

“There was some occurrence in your formative years to give you this phobia?” he asked then.

“I…well, yes. I was brought up in an orphanage, then foster homes. One of my foster-mothers thought when her charges were naughty that the ideal punishment was to lock them in the cupboard.” As the old fear resurfaced, Melanie looked down at her hands, folding and unfolding them on her lap. The fear of a ten year old, left for hours amid the smelly shoes and coats, without food or water, not knowing how long she would be left to suffer such purgatory.

“I am not sure what you mean by orphanage,” he said in his deep voice that sent her insides into a roller-coaster spin.

She shrugged. “It’s a home for children who have no parents. I guess you wouldn’t understand. Your children automatically go into a communal house at five and stay there until they mature at ten, don’t they? On Earth the young stay that way for longer. Some don’t reach maturity until sixteen or older. You only have one child for each pair of parents, whereas on Earth there are sometimes as many as ten children in one family.”

He nodded gravely. “So you were put with a mother who had no patience with children. Our idea is much better. The caretakers are well chosen for their affinity with young minds.”

“Not all mothers are like that one. Most are kind and care for their children, no matter how many they have.” She felt the need to defend the countless parents who loved their offspring.

"This is a strong outer space romance starring two delightful star-crossed lovers (literal & figurative). The story line is loaded with earthly and solar action. The support cast enables the audience to understand decisions made especially those by Melanie. Tricia McGill provides readers with a cogent romantic science fiction that is sure to gain her fans from both genres. Great Futuristic Romance."
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13 December 2015

One more Snippet from Amid the Stars--Not your usual Sci-Fi-fantasy. Available at all markets.

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As she stepped through the door opening, one of these copper-haired men turned from a screen he’d been studying. For just a moment, his face looked ravaged by despair—his eyes cold as they assessed her thoroughly.

With a small cry of distress Melanie put a hand to her throat. “Chris!” Her dead husband’s name burst from her lips.

This man she knew must be Reve, the commander of this Starship, resembled her late husband so much she knew she must be going mad.

A small taut pause passed when the air seemed to crackle with tension. “No, I am Reve. You, of course, are the impostor returned from Earth in Irena’s place.” His imperious tone was laced with ice. Yet, at some abstract level Melanie registered the deep timbre of his voice did something weird and wonderful to her insides, sliding over her senses like warm chocolate.

“Impostor! You know who I am. Irena must surely have implanted information in the data banks of the craft that brought me here.” She suffered a moment’s fear beneath his scrutiny as he moved to within a foot of her and grasped one of her hands. She dragged it free. “You look just like my husband. At least your facial features are his.” Fluttering began in her lower abdomen and soon spread to her extremities. “I take it you do know the details of how I came to be here in Irena’s place?”

“Not minutely. I suggest you tell me in your own words.” With a small shrug of impatience, or annoyance, he beckoned her to follow him through a door at the end of the room. After closing the door he pointed to a couch at one side of the chamber.

“Be seated,” he commanded.

It was as deeply padded as the one on the craft, but as she sank onto it, its soft luxuriousness did little to suppress the uneasiness engulfing her.

His unnerving eyes still on her, he sat opposite her.

“First, could you kindly explain why you bear such a striking likeness to my dead husband? How can this be?” Melanie asked, knowing her nervousness came through in her voice, although she was trying her utmost to conceal it.

He shrugged massive shoulders. On closer inspection just his face resembled Chris’s. His luxuriant hair of burnished copper flowed unrestrained to his waist, and every part of his body, from his broad shoulders to his solid chest was so much more powerful and impressive than Chris’s had ever been.

"This is a strong outer space romance starring two delightful star-crossed lovers (literal & figurative). The story line is loaded with earthly and solar action. The support cast enables the audience to understand decisions made especially those by Melanie. Tricia McGill provides readers with a cogent romantic science fiction that is sure to gain her fans from both genres. Great Futuristic Romance."
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6 December 2015

Sunday Snippet from Amid the Stars.

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"This is a strong outer space romance starring two delightful star-crossed lovers (literal & figurative). The story line is loaded with earthly and solar action. The support cast enables the audience to understand decisions made especially those by Melanie. Tricia McGill provides readers with a cogent romantic science fiction that is sure to gain her fans from both genres. Great Futuristic Romance."
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Terrified, and in fear for her life after her husband, an undercover cop, is killed, Melanie Ross has nowhere to hide.
 A squadron from a far planet visiting Earth on a reconnaissance survey prepares to leave, without one of their members who is dying of a virus.
Irena must remain on Earth, so seeks a replacement to take her craft back to the other side of the Universe. Seeing Melanie’s predicament she offers her an escape. Reluctantly Melanie agrees. Conquering her fears, she must learn to live among a superior race on Qindaga.
Reve, commander of the star ship circling their planet, bears an inexplicable resemblance to her dead husband. Passion flares amid the stars, but can love with an alien flourish?

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Warm, secure and safe.

Melanie swallowed, grimacing at the bile in her mouth. A taste brought on by terror. She moved her head on the soft padding.

“You may open your eyes,” the now familiar mild voice ordered. “You are secure now. Do not panic as you become aware of your surroundings, Melanie Ross. Nothing, or no one, can harm you here.”

Melanie followed the instructions. The voice was so coaxing. Somehow she knew there was nothing to fear. As her eyelids slowly lifted, the first thing she saw was a blank gray wall. Steel perhaps. There was nothing but this blank wall to be seen and a feeling close to panic hit her.

“Where am I?” she croaked, moving her head to the right and seeing nothing over there but the same plain grey sheet of steel. “Am I in an elevator?”

Melanie hated the things. Had, since, as a ten year old she’d been trapped in one for hours with twelve sweaty, panicked people. Trying to lift her head a dizziness swept over her and she flopped back down with a small groan. “Please, let me out. I hate it here.” The sense of well-being and security fled like a puff of smoke blown away by the wind.

“How can you hate something you have no knowledge of?” the voice queried faintly. “I will give you a sedative soon. It will calm you down. But first we have to be sure you are still willing to accept the challenge and go back to my home. I have very little time. We must be quick.”

“Where are you?” Melanie cried. “Why aren’t you in here with me?” Once again she lifted onto her elbows and stared about. The chamber was about eight feet by ten feet and her mouth went dry. She began to tremble and fear over-rode all other emotions.

“You have no reason to be afraid, Melanie Ross. Relax,” the coaxing voice urged.

“Easy for you to say.” Melanie twisted to put her legs over the edge of the strange bed. She felt light-headed, but at least the dizziness had dissipated. “You might be used to being trapped in this coffin, but I hate it! Get me out!” Her voice screeched.

That same light touch drifted over her brow and suddenly all panic fled. A feeling of contentment began to fill her as she looked about. “Please. Show yourself.” 

“Ah, Melanie Ross, unfortunately I cannot do that. My powers are fading fast
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