The Starstruck Holidays m/m sci-fi anthology is finally here! #Giveaway #Excerpt
Heat up your holidays with four out of this world, MM sci-fi romance novellas from five bestselling authors!
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Title: Starstruck Holidays
Anthology Authors: Jennifer Loring, B. Leslie Tirrell, Merryn Dexter, Kerry Adrienne and Lia Davis
Genre: MM Sci-Fi Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2016
From Jennifer Loring: NO ONE ON EARTH
Erukkass has located his deceased lover in another dimension and refuses to leave without him. Jon, grieving a devastating loss, turns to the native legend of Handsome Fellow for comfort. When he and Erukkass meet, can they forge a future together, or will two timelines that have always intersected, no matter when or where, finally be forced to diverge?
From Merryn Dexter: CONJUNCTION
The mystical Conjunction of the moons of Elexon sets two men on a collision course. A pirate and a prince — nothing in common but the attraction burning between them. What starts as a fling soon grows serious, but a relationship built on a foundation of secrets and constructed from lies is no relationship at all.
From B. Leslie Tirrell: ARIZONA IMPULSE
Ambassador Kallell Tezak, the youngest member of the Galaxy Alliance, overhears two of his fellow ambassadors conspiring to take control of the device that protects the galaxy from famine. Kallell knows it is his duty to stop them, but he also wants to enjoy his favorite holiday, Genzebe. Kallell might even summon the bravery to confess his love for the shy and serious Esten Lazzaro—his second in command.
From Kerry Adrienne and Lia Davis: FIRST CONTACT
Fugitive Tristan Hawthorne escapes imprisonment only to crash-land on an unidentified, uncharted planet where he faces an alien who stirs passions he thought were long buried. With one working ship and a failing planetary cloaking device, it’s a short time till humans discover Oria and Tristan is recaptured. Under the starry, moonlit sky of the holiday Jainfest, the men learn to overcome their feelings of fear and distrust, and wind up finding out they aren’t so different after all.
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No One On Earth By Jennifer Loring
Jonathan Kline saw ghosts.
More precisely, he saw one ghost, whose blurry form—in its steadfast refusal to interact with him—reinforced the violence that haunted Jon each time he closed his eyes. Metal crunching and glass shattering. The mournful scream of tires on asphalt. Flames raging but, if there was comfort to be found, Daniel had been spared a fiery end. Instead, the force of impact had propelled him through the windshield face-first and left him dead in the street of a fractured skull and broken neck, his features masked with gore. The coroner had assured Jon he’d died before he hit the pavement, as though that diminished Jon’s pain in any meaningful way.
The ghost walked through walls and vanished in the middle of rooms. It had become such a common occurrence that it no longer startled or surprised him. Jon was used to seeing things, even if the Sight had failed him when he’d needed it most.
He gazed at the blazing blue stars of M45, the Seven Sisters of the Pleiades—though only six were visible to the naked eye—and took a long swig of beer. Therapy hadn’t worked. Pills hadn’t worked. He had lost their apartment in the city when he could no longer fathom the point of getting out of bed to go to work at the observatory, despite being one of those rare people who did what he loved for a living. Every time he had opened the door on the apartment’s contemptuous silence, he wished he would die. Once the eviction notice arrived, he’d crawled back to the reservation and deeper into the bottle. As if in a final slap in the face of Daniel’s memory, he’d let himself become a fucking stereotype.
The elders recommended he return to tradition for solace. Learn the language, the ceremonies, maybe some skilled handiwork. His friend Sam was a talented tailor; why not study with her? He’d lived in the city too long, they’d said. He’d let his college education erase the connections to his ancestors.
The subtext? You fell for that skinny white boy and forgot who you are.
So he got a job at the casino as a bartender, which he despised, but it fell in line with the sort of thing a washed-up college athlete might do. He sneaked shots when his customers abandoned the bar to try their luck on the floor. He brought those customers—the reasonably attractive male ones, anyway, both openly gay and the “I swear I’m straight but want to fuck a guy” variety—home and gave them what they sought. Occasionally, he ventured back into the city and the clubs, hunting for the same thing. A metaphorical and literal filling of holes. But Daniel was still dead, and Jon was still a suicidal twenty-eight-year-old drunk living in a shitty trailer on the rez. His parents had disowned him the second “I love him” had come out of his mouth.
You didn’t see it coming, the elders said, because you forgot who you are.
Fuck them. They didn’t know him.
Two feet of snow already blanketed the ground, piled thickly alongside the roads. Delicate, filigreed flakes drifted from the sky. The glow of booze suffused Jon’s limbs, and his toes prickled. He’d neglected to put on shoes or even socks.
His tribe was one that believed all indigenous people had descended from Pleiadean Star People. Some tribes prayed to them for happiness. Some believed a Savior lived there. Jonathan believed in nothing anymore, so he spit at the stars and, on numb toes, hobbled into his trailer.
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