I'm working feverishly on a new book series inspired by something I noticed in other books. Something magical happened twenty years ago or so, and it changed everything.
What was that magical something?
Why did it change everything?
Why isn't that magical something the main part of the story?
Why isn't it written about as it happens?
So, using those questions, I've started a new series.
I have the first two books written, and I'm working on the third.
Sorry, I can't tell you any more than that, but I'll post once I'm ready to sub it out.
Here's my last published book.
Amazon.com: Alien Rescuers: Chronicles of Arcon eBook : Seagraves, Janice: Kindle Store
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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?
Excerpt:
Saber inspected his meal. “Is it meat or a vegetable?”
“Yes,” the waiter
said before walking away.
What does that even mean?
Saber poked the shiny, congealed, orange mass with the two-pronged fork. A
ripple went through it.
“Huh, looks like
they gave you some melted cheese,” Mouse said.
He
peered closer at the food on his plate. The thing was covered in roundish bumps
which seemed to be quivering. That can’t
be normal. “My meal…it’s alive.”
Mouse tucked a strand of
his hair under the cap. She relaxed into her seat to sip her tea and stared over the rim at
him. “Your imagination is working overtime. Try to enjoy your food.”
Round, yellow eyes opened to stare at him. The
congealed substance started to propel itself along like a larva to the edge of
the plate.
“What the—?” The section with eyes reared up
to glare at him. Saber straightened with a grunt, gesturing to his food. “Does that
appear to be my imagination to you?”
