Effing Feline apologizes

Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf. Click the pic for info.

I, Effing Feline, must apologize. Not that I’m at fault, of course.  Mr. V is. Several weeks ago, Ed Hoornaert (i.e., Mr V) had me write “Since Sunday’s a travel day, Mr. V will be late getting to your posts. But he’ll get there!”

Unfortunately, that was a lie. Instead, after taking two days, not one, to get home from Amsterdam, he went into hospital for a week, and since he got home he hasn’t written a single word or visited a single weekend warrior.  He told me to promise he’d get around to you so this week, but I don’t know if you can trust him.  He’s only human, after all.

Another excerpt today from Newborn, Mr V’s newest science fiction romance, Newborn. The narrator is a clone designed to kill her alien nation’s number one fugitive, then kill herself. When she accidentally outlives her expected lifespan, the gaps in her mind grow more and more puzzling.

Darby wrapped his hand around my elbow and helped me sit. I liked his touch. Not everyone’s hands sent the same feelings through me: Hen’s touch made me wary, Mary’s did nothing, but Darby’s…

You don’t know ‘ho, ho, ho,’ do you?” he said. “Santa Claus? Christmas? Or are you Jewish, like the good doctor?”

My mind spewed a wealth of details about Judaism and Christmas, supplying details but nothing of how people felt about, say, Christmas. Yet Darby looked at me expectantly, watching for my emotional response.

I tried smiling; it seemed to satisfy him, and because of that, my smile became genuine.

Effing Feline here again.  Be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday posts.

 

Newborn

She was born to kill

Jo Beaverpaw is born fully grown, well-armed, and impatient to tackle her Destiny … which is to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. Her life is pre-programmed and straightforward – until she meets the sexy bodyguard of her intended target.

Newborn is the 3rd exciting book in Edward Hoornaert’s near-future romance series, Alien Contact for Idiots. If you The Terminator would’ve been better starring a bad-assed (yet petite) female, don’t miss Newborn.

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