From Effing Feline’s species to yours #wewriwa

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I, Effing Feline, am too busy to write — Christmas presents to claw open, cards to send.  I hope I have enough pee for Twiggles the Dog’s card!

Instead, here are some Christmas greetings from my species to yours.

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Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker is Ed’s sci fi novella for the holidays. Holly Jansen has gone to Kwadra, an alien island transported to the Pacific off the coast of Washington from an alternate Earth. While listening to the orchestra she’ll be conducting, she and Lissette, the facilities manager, learn more about each other’s cultures.

Her acquaintance from yesterday, Smairo, was the oboist; he hit a loud wrong note. The Nutcracker made light use of the oboe — the woodwind instrument’s bigger cousin, the English horn, was more prominent — so Holly could forgive a few wrong notes. Only a few, though.

When the March ended, she was scribbling notes on the back of her hand.

When she glanced up everyone in the thirty-piece orchestra was looking at her, and so was Lissette. The woman’s dark eyebrows were raised expectantly.

Holly clapped, belatedly and said, “Great job, folks.” Then, to Lissette: “Sorry. I was taking notes.”

“So I see,” Lissette said dryly. “I must confess to no more experience with Americans than you have had with Kwadrans — is note-taking on your hand an American thing?”

Effing Feline here again. May all your catnip dreams come true this Christmas!

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Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker

The Nutcracker ballet — for and by aliens?!?

[image error]Holly Jansen, a young orchestra conductor down on her luck, is secretly hired by the king from an alternate Earth to conduct The Nutcracker on Kwadra Island as a Christmas present for his American wife. This big break seems like a Christmas miracle — but after meeting the lead dancer, she wonders if it’s a curse, instead.

Because the Kwadran queen has secretly ordered superstar dancer Rafael Sekwa to produce a potlatch dance honoring her husband’s ancestors — on the same date, time, and stage as The Nutcracker. The stubborn genius is determined to do it no matter what, and Holly finds her goals and ambitions melting in the face of her growing admiration. Will love cost her all her dreams?

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Click the cover pic below to learn how Mr. Valentine came about.

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