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By Eva Lefoy
What’s more dangerous than leaving Earth, joining the military and
hunkering down in on a rocky base far from home? Why,
Martians of course!
And with Martians, it’s not the ones you see that are the problem. It’s
the ones you can’t see that cause all the trouble.
Everybody knows Martian are green. They’re easy to spot in a crowd. Or
they would be, if they were still alive. But in the near future, and even now,
today, we see no signs of life on Mars. In reality, we send space crafts to the
lonely planet to examine the surface for signs of water and other proof life
did once exist. In my science fiction series, Martians did once live on Mars.
There are even dead Martians stored in scientific vaults, silent testimony that
the once proud warrior race lived. After ravaging our galaxy and points beyond,
the Martians died out. Maybe their planet ran out of water. Maybe they suffered
a plague. Whatever the reason, a dead Martian is a good Martian, to most of the
galaxy.
Unless you happen to tinker with their DNA.
DNA from a Martian host inserted into a human subject results in some
pretty scary consequences. Over time, the Martian DNA takes over the “weaker”
human body and mind, and seeks to program the human host with a new Martian
agenda. Talk about trouble! How do you fight an enemy you can’t even see?
Maybe, you become one of them.
Eva
THE TROUBLE WITH
MEMORIES
Helium
toads!
Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.
Captain California Sykes’s memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?
Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.
Captain California Sykes’s memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?
Excerpt:
Lucy
stood outside the door to the viewport room, her body braced and stiff, as if
her life might end the second the door opened. In a way, it would. In a few
short hours, she’d turn and walk away from the shattered remnants of her dreams.
The person who’d ruined her life was Captain California Sykes and in under five
seconds, she’d set eyes on him for the very last time.
Her
schedule pad beeped, and she made the mistake of glancing down to see the date:
February 14th. Fragg
almighty, how had she done this to herself? Throughout the weeks of careful
planning she hadn’t noticed her planet off-date was freakin’ Valentine’s Day?
Their fave holiday, while a couple.Holy
dwarf star.
She
groaned and curled her fingers around the tray so hard they went numb. Just get this over with. He’s made it clear
he’s no longer interested. He still thinks his career comes first.
In
fact, he’d made his decision obvious the first time she’d been ordered to bring
him breakfast three weeks ago. Giddy with excitement at seeing him in the flesh
so long after the Mars Mission, she’d traipsed into the room floating on
moonbeams. He’d stared at her, frowned, immediately turned his head, and
ignored her, shoulders set in a “don’t bother me” position. Her heart had
fallen faster than space dust into a black hole’s horizon. “Way to shoot me
down, space jock,” she’d hissed and slunk from the room, heart burning from his
rejection. Due to some horrid twist of fate, she’d been assigned to bring him
his breakfast every day since. And every fragging day, nothing had changed.
Shoving
the heartache into the background she lifted her chin and angled her access
badge towards the door’s scanner. The heavy barrier whished open without hesitation, giving her a good view of Cal’s
backside. The side she’d seen the most of in the last three weeks as he’d
continually ignored her. She clenched her jaw and stepped inside.
Captain
Sykes stood in the same position she found him every morning when she delivered
his breakfast—next to the high windowed wall watching the sleek
faster-than-light fighters he’d once flownroar past on their training runs,
engines glowing in the early twin-sun dawn.
As
usual, he did not acknowledge her arrival. Didn’t twitch a muscle anywhere on
his rigid frame. However, his eagle-like eyes followed every dip and swoop the
fighters made as though he could insinuate his consciousness into one of their
cockpits by sheer force of will and fly again, if only he concentrated hard
enough.
He’d looked at her with
the same intensity long ago. But maybe eight months in medi-bay changed a man
for the worse. She hadn’t expected him to stick to his guns and choose his
career over her. But, he had. He’d never shown even a glimmer of attraction for
her—no matter how she’d tried to entice him and remind him of what they’d once
had with her dress, her voice, or her body—he only seemed interested in those
fragging ships. Long-standing frustration cinched a knot in her stomach. Anger
settled over her shoulders like a mantle, causing them to tense. This is it. He’s obviously made his choice.
Now I’m making mine.
She
glared at his reconstituted mashed potato, sauerkraut and bratwurst breakfast,
then at him. How in the hell could he live on such a rotten diet and expect to
see the ass end of sixty anyway? Not that she should care.He could grow fatter
than a gas ox, she didn’t care.
“Your
breakfast.” More quietly, she hissed, “Sir.”
When
he didn’t respond—not even his usual half-hearted grunt of a greeting—she
stepped closer. “I said, your breakfast, sir. Where would you like me to put
it?” Her teeth ground together and her mind instantly supplied a few
suggestions.
The
fighters made another pass and he seemed to sway in their wake. In fact, he
closed his eyes as if savoring the moment. Lost in some invisible lover’s
embrace like he’d once been lost in hers.
Frozen comet tails. That
does it.
“How
about here?” She didn’t merely drop the platter, she slammed it downward,
adding an extra helping of gravity to the potatoes, mustard, and ketchup, sothe
tray crashed to the floor and sent ceramic shards scattering. The tray’s
destruction echoed off the windows, crooning sweet vengeance to her ears.
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Bio:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified
Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of
these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel
the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake
of future explorers.
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