It may be time to say goodbye by Janice Seagraves

 

I'm talking about my writing goals for 2025

It may be time to say goodbye to the Arcons.

Sadly, I'm just not making the sales I wanted with my Romance Sci-Fi series Chronicles of Arcon. 

I plan to wrap things up with one last book and call it done. 

It may be out next year, I'm not sure yet. 

The next one will be called Alien Awakening. 

If you've enjoyed the Chronicles of Arcons and wish for the stories to continue, now is your chance. Please buy the books, post a review, and tell your friends. 

Until the next book, please buy my newest release:

The night before he’s to be sold in a slave auction, the Arcon, Saber Daystar, is rescued by the human, Mouse, an independent scrappy thief.
Zinnia Field, a.k.a. Mouse, needs the hunky Arcon’s remarkable night-sight to help her steal information on where her mentor is being held prisoner.
As they race to the rescue, will the sparks that fly between them get in the way of the rescue attempt?

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Saber Daystar had an itchy, creepy sensation crawling up his spine. His attention swung to a pair of piercing blue eyes, watching him intently through a small hole in the window. He gave a start then scrambled to his feet. Someone’s outside my window? “How did you...? That window is constructed from thick, escape-proof plas-glass.”

“Never mind how,” said a female in a soft voice. “Is it true Arcons can run fast, make excellent bodyguards, and see well in the ultraviolet range?”

“Who are you?” He approached the window with tentative steps. “What are you up to?”

“Answer my question then I’ll answer yours,” she shot back.

“Seems an odd way to inspect the slaves for tomorrow’s auction. So, you checked the auction catalogue and found me. The last Arcon in the galaxy.” He peered through the opening, observing the female’s button nose and fringe of brown hair.

“Hell no. I hate slavery.” She moved so she could stare at him with one eye then arched an eyebrow. “You’re wasting time.”

“An exchange of information then?” He paused. What do I have to lose? “My people can see in the dark and well into the ultraviolet. We are known for our speed and fierce in our duty.  Your turn. Now start talking.”

“Awesome sauce, that’s exactly what I need.” She bounced up and down. “I’ve got a laser cutting tool that burns through all this shit. So, do you want to get out of here or what?”