Thursday, 14 December 2017

Blog Tour: Dying for Space by S.J. Higbee #scifi @lolasblogtours @sjhigbee

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This is my stop during the blog tour for Dying for Space by S.J. Higbee. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 14 till 31 December. See the tour schedule here.

Dying for SpaceDying for Space (The Sunblinded Trilogy#2)
By S.J. Higbee
Genre: Science Fiction
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: 14 December 2017

Cadet Officer Elizabeth Wright just wants to make her father proud, while the mercenary warlord is looking for her to replace his dead family…

I finally get the opportunity to become a serving officer and fulfil my childhood dream, as well as get to know my biological father, General Norman. And when I first clap eyes on Restormel, the HQ of my father’s space mercenary outfit, it’s the most beautiful building I’ve ever seen.

But appearances can be deceptive. There are dark secrets hidden in the twisting corridors and blood-soaked cells beneath the training grounds and banqueting rooms. Secrets that seep out. Secrets that demand fresh victims, because whatever else happens, they can’t be allowed to see the light of day…

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First book in the series:
Running Out of Space
Elizabeth Wright has yearned to serve on the space merchant ship Shooting Star for as long as she can remember – until one rash act changes everything…

You can buy Running Out of Space on Amazon

The big downside of being early for the banquet was that I had to do the meet and greet, smiling at a bunch of strangers till my face felt fit to fall off.
The General’s arm around my shoulders felt heavy as he hefted me towards him. “Allow me the pleasure of introducing my daughter, Elizabeth. She’s just finished her Officer Training.” His hug tightened.
I struggled not to spill my drink.
“She’s taking to our life here faster than a tachy-probe,” Norman’s baritone boomed around the room.
I continued grimacing at the soft-handed, paunchy man, whose name slid past me, while I was busy trying to relax against Norman’s bulk and mentally blessing Fina’s insistence that I wear flat-soled slippers till I got used to dragging around in these long skirts.
“Delighted to meet you, Elizabeth. So, you’ve served with your father’s troops, have you?” His lips peeled into a smile-shape, but there wasn’t a hint of friendliness in his eyes.
He’s a predator. “That’s right.”
Norman suddenly leaned away from me, as David, looking strained, mumbled in his ear.
“My apologies. It appears that I’m needed elsewhere.” He nodded at the bloke and kissed me on the cheek. “Look after our guests, sweetheart.” And with that, he was gone.
Leaving me stranded with this chap, as cosy as a butterfly in a black hole. I’d better not mess this up. Norman might figure I’m a social liability and shunt me off to some fancy school where they teach stuff like how to host these sorts of banquets and which knife to eat off.
“So.” He eyed me up and down. “You’re Elsbeth’s replacement, eh? And where did the old man dig you up from, then?”
I blinked. Whatever they thought, people usually didn’t speak of Norman in such terms and certainly not when a guest at his table. My wariness of this man spiked into dislike. “I’m what is known in polite circles as a love-child.” I gave him my version of Norman’s lethal grin. “But doubtless, you’d call me a bastard.”
“I was going to enquire whether your daddy had bothered with a full DNA screening, but I now see the family resemblance.” He sniggered. “You going to put as many kinks in his airhose as your dear, departed sister, then?”
What kinks? He only ever talks about her with tears in his eyes. I sipped my drink to cover my confusion. “Fathers and daughters, you know how it is. Have you any children?”
“I’m delighted to say – no.” Distaste crawled across his face.
The words I’d heard a thousand times growing up in an English ship-trading family leapt to my lips. “What a tragedy to be the last of your genetic line.”
His high-pitched bray had others looking round. “And there was me thinking I was going to be sent comatose listening to the babblings of a vac-brained teen.”
Don’t know why – I’m twenty-one.
He tittered once more, before adding, “My, my. Does William know what a sharp-edged piece of work he’s dragged into his orbit, I wonder?”
As he didn’t appear to expect an answer, I took another mouthful of wine.
“Ah, there you are, Harold. Delighted you could make it.”
I spun round to face an immaculately dressed gentleman. Rick Kelbee. I’d only spoken a few times to him as our paths hadn’t crossed while I’d been training. But he was the most important man at Restormel, behind Norman and George and the last time we’d met was at that first, disastrous banquet.
He shook Harold’s hand, before turning to me and kissing me on the cheek. “Hallo, my dear,” Rick managed to sound as if we were lifelong friends. “May I say how beautiful you’re looking this evening? I look forward to catching up on all your exploits over dinner.”
“It will be my pleasure,” I mumbled and slurped another mouthful of wine, wishing I was anywhere else in the galaxy just now.
Rick sighed. “Sadly, I have to scoop Mr Gadenson away. Business, you know how it is. I’ll bring him back as quickly as I can.” He herded Gadenson towards the entrance, his tone impersonally polite, “General Norman has a truly impressive garden here in the grounds. I understand that you’re…” his voice faded into the background chatter.
I looked around, suddenly conscious of my duties as hostess. However, Fina was surrounded by a cluster of admiring men who were rocking with laughter, so she clearly had it all under control. The only two not orbiting her presence were huddled together, busy comparing tabware. Or swapping porn, perhaps. Whatever they were up to, they didn’t appear to need me crashing in on their conversation.
“Evening, Elizabeth. Welcome back.” Turning towards him, I felt a rush of gladness that George had arrived.
Why? Don’t know Norman’s Number Two particularly well. I couldn’t shake the sense that now he’d turned up, everything would be easier, though. “Good evening.”
His smile faded as he tracked Rick Kelbee and Harold disappearing through the French doors into the garden. “I wonder what Rick and Harold Gadenson have to say to each other that couldn’t be discussed in here?”
“Business, apparently,” I said, taking another large swallow of wine. And then woke up. “Harold Gadenson. Are we talking ‘Stay Safe with Gadenson’s Shields’?” I sang the jingle, which tinkled every time their combat suits were unwrapped. Before they were disabled with a laser butt. Or a boot. Or any available hard object. It had to be the most irritating noise in the universe. And now, I couldn’t get the tune out of my head.
“Wondered if you’d pick that one up.” George’s approving grin warmed me as he gestured towards the door. “Shall we find out whether Harold is really a rose lover?” With a formal bow, he offered me his arm and escorted me out of the banqueting hall and down the corridor to his study. George swiped the lock and performed an eyeball, palm and spit scan, then ushered me inside as the door hissed open.
I s’pose my expectations had been shaped by the Cap’s stripped functional den. But this… the desk was littered with all sorts of knick-knacks that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Aunty Sosha’s cluttered cabin, while the walls were a montage of parchpics, holos and vids. There didn’t seem to be any order. Formal images of the Corps were alongside off-duty, family scenes, which mingled with Norman and/or George posing alongside presidents and heads of state.
Queasy at the seething mass of movement, I sank into the nearest chair. “This is homely.” How in holed heavens does he work amongst this muddle?
George grinned, clearly pleased at my comment. “I spend large chunks of time in here, so I like it cosy.” He crossed the room, his fingers dancing across the securilock and a screen sprouted out from behind the heaving images.
I watched the two dots coalesce into human figures. Number Two grunted in satisfaction as he toggled with the handheld and Rick’s smooth voice rolled out into the room, “…particularly fine scent, especially on a summer’s evening. Sadly, of course, our somewhat damp climate here doesn’t especially agree with this rose, but if you cut it—”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. It was alright. Gadenson is a sour slimer who one day will probably poison himself with that venomous tongue of his but—
“Lose the plant cant, why don’t you?” his drawl cut through Kelbee’s patter like a laser through spongeweed.
Rick’s voice got louder. “Whereas, this…” I nearly missed his muttered undertone, “What d’you think you’re doing?”
“I was invited. How about you?”
“Stale the sappy comments for someone who cares, you clone-head.” Even Kelbee’s abuse was elegant.
“And if I hadn’t turned up? How would that have looked? Or hadn’t you got as far as considering that one?” Gadenson did contempt very well – it certainly got to Rick Kelbee.
“Except you turn up clearly mashed, and start jabbering at her.”
That’s me he’s talking about.
“Whereas he might play the part of a thug-brained space chimp, but he’s sharp.”
And that’s Norman.
“And if we—”
White noise sizzled through the study.
As he killed the sound, George looked across at me, eyebrows raised. “Now, why d’you think they needed to continue that little chat with an activated scrambler?”

SJ HigbeeAbout the Author:
Born the same year as the Russians launched Sputnik, I confidently expected that by the time I reached adulthood, the human race would have a pioneer colony on the Moon and be heading off towards Mars. So I was at a loss to know what to do once I realised the Final Frontier wasn’t an option and rather lost my head - I tried a lot of jobs I didn’t like and married a totally unsuitable man.

Now I've finally come to terms with the fact that I’ll never leave Earth, I have a lovely time writing science fiction and fantasy novels while teaching Creative Writing at Northbrook College in Worthing. I’ve had a number of short stories, articles and poems published – the most recent being my story ‘Miranda’s Tempest’ which appeared last year in Fox Spirit’s anthology Eve of War. I recently signed a publishing contract with Grimbold Publishing for my science fiction novel Netted, which is due to be released in 2019.

I live in Littlehampton on the English south coast with a wonderful husband and a ridiculous number of books. I can be found online chatting about books at my book review blog and you’re very welcome to pop onto my website and my Facebook page

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Thursday, 7 December 2017

Rescuing Prince Charming by Edward Hoornaert #scifi #romance #giveaway via @lolasblogtours @edhoornaert

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Rescuing Prince Charming by Edward Hoornaert. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 28 November till 11 December. See the tour schedule here.

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For a limited time only Rescuing Prince Charming is available to purchase for only 1.99! You can buy your copy here on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes and Smashwords.

Rescuing Prince CharmingRescuing Prince Charming (Alien Contact for Idiots #4)
By Edward Hoornaert
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 4 December, 2017

Dusty Johnson, a self-styled ordinary, everyday woman, responds with extraordinary heroism to saboteurs trying to bomb the prototype of Earth's first starship. She wants to return to anonymity, but her moment of courage propels her ever deeper into danger that tears the scabs off her dark past—and thrusts her into the arms of the unattainable man of her dreams.

Reese Eaglesbrood, an alien prince, yearns to restore his tattered reputation by guiding the starship project to completion, but his fascination with the unassuming heroine threatens to undermine his fragile authority. Shunning Dusty is necessary, yet unthinkable—and when the saboteurs strike again, she may be his only ally against Earth's darkest enemies.

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Edward HoornaertAbout the Author:
What kind of guy writes romance? A guy who married his high school sweetheart a week after graduation and still lives the HEA decades later. A guy who’s a certifiable Harlequin hero—he inspired Vicki Lewis Thompson’s Rita Award finalist Mr. Valentine, which is dedicated to him.

Ed started out writing contemporary romances for Silhouette Books, but these days he concentrates on science fiction romance. He’s been a teacher, principal, technical writer, salesman, janitor, and symphonic oboist. He and wife Judi live in Tucson, Arizona. They have three sons, a daughter, a mutt, and the galaxy’s most adorable grandson.

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- Grand prize: e-book copies of the other three books in this series: Alien Contact for Idiots, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters and Newborn
- 2 winners win an e-book of their choice from any of the following three books: Alien Contact for Idiots, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters and Newborn

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Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Paperback Release: The Chronicles of Storn by Judy Griffith Gill #scifi via @semitica

 Book 1, REFUGE
Winter on Planet Storn is deadly. But so is the Governing Committee when it gets wind of extraordinary children with powers deemed unearthly. The Group, determined to save these kids they see as the first true humans of Storn, must fight not only the Guards, but the planet itself. After a brutal trek, they find shelter, but not the kind they expected or wanted. Then, just as they’re getting settled, three men appear, clad all in leather. They claim to be more than three centuries old, but everyone knows that’s impossible. When the leader of the trio introduces himself with the name of a legend and bids them to sit and listen because he has a story to tell, they have no choice. Outside, winter roars on. Inside, perhaps insanity reigns… or just maybe, history in action.

Book 2, LIFELINE—Prequel written as sequel
Meet Joe Storn, for whom the planet is named. A shuttle pilot on the Earth-Mars run, Joe means to tell the world the truth about the Prison Colonies on Mars. Instead, he ends up stripped of rank and sentenced to one of those pitiless colonies himself. A jail-break in Luna followed by a century plus mostly in cryostasis retrofitting other ships with a ten times faster drive, Joe returns to Luna, having nowhere else to go. He expects to be jailed, but instead is welcomed as a hero. When he learns Earth is entering an unexpected ice-age, and he’s needed to provide a lifeline for Humanity and all other Earth species, he balks, but to no avail. He’s suddenly an admiral in the All Earth Space Fleet, bound, completely against his will, for parts unknown.

Book 3, DIRTSIDERS—Prequel written as sequel
When the Committee of Captains, comprised of six of the seven captains of the ships under Joe’s command takes over, Joe refuses to knuckle under. He’s been sent to this new world to explore and ultimately settle it. He is not about to let a few cowards keep him from what he not only should do, but desperately wants to do. After all, how many men of his time are given the chance to reach distant stars—even if it took a thousand years in freeze to get there?

Book 4, CAVERNS—Where it all ties together

Joe and his Dirtsider Troop discover the illegal nanobots in their systems have an unusual effect on them. Over the years they’ve explored, Joe has yearned to return to the Ships’ Valley. The men and women of the Dirtsiders haven’t reproduced and their numbers are dwindling. Their avowed aim of settling their new home in the name of all Humanity seems doomed—until Joe’s friend, Livio, who stowed away as the fleet left Luna, insists Joe needs to obey the voice only Livio can hear. Admittedly, what Joe considers the Loonie’s imaginary pal has led them to the caverns where they’ve survived deepfreeze winters and broiling summers. So, when Livio says he can get them back to the Ships’ Valley, Joe realizes he must listen. But when he finally meets the Group who escaped the Governing Committee, Joe is as unable to believe their story as they are his…