Unexpected Revival by E.L. Roux #SciFiRomance
Unexpected RevivalRevived Book OneE.L. Roux
Genre: Science Fiction RomancePublisher: Wild Rose PressDate of Publication: August 14, 2024ISBN: 978-1-5092-5657-0 ISBN: 978-1-5092-5548-1 ASIN: B0CW1GBTCTNumber of pages: 406Word Count: 104,934Cover Artist: Wild Rose Press
Tagline: She wanted it all, but she’d have to save the galaxy to keep it…
Book Description:
Dying a thousand years ago was the easy part.
Stopping a planetary annihilation? That might just kill her again.
The cat-like alien blocking her exit was the first clue Shannon had that something wasn’t right. Discovering she’d was freshly thawed from cryogenic stasis was her second. When the corporation that revived her wants answers about how she played a part in the destruction of earth over a millennium ago, she's more than willing to respond. The only problem is she doesn't remember how.
He was everything she wanted, but nothing like what she was used to…
Out of balance in this new era, Shannon turns to D’lane, the other out-of-place being in her new sphere of existence. Now slightly less terrifying, the intimidated alien male is shifting from a close friend to something more. A relationship she’d be more willing to explore if he wasn’t dead set on fulfilling his destiny, at the cost of destroying everything they’d built.
She wanted it all, but she’d have to save the galaxy to keep it…
With another planetary annihilation on the horizon, it’ll take everything Shannon and D’lane have to work together and unearth new information on how to stop the impending battle. With enemies hiding everywhere, they’ll have to learn to rely on each other to survive what’s coming for them, because not everyone wants to stop the attack.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/ApZDSrJNBAE
Excerpt:
“In my culture, names have strong meanings.” D’lanepulled out the curved blade strapped to his arm and cut up the meat he’d beeneating earlier into small precise pieces. “They’re meant to impart wisdom andadvice throughout our lives.”
She straightened and tucked her hands onto her lap.This was an interesting conversational change. “There are, or at least used tobe, cultures on Earth that believed the same. I’ve always loved that philosophy.What does yours mean?”
“Mine is a powerful name.” His lips were roguishlytipped up at the corner, exposing sharp eye teeth. He settled into his seat, asif preparing to lecture a student. The surrounding mess hall noise dimmed asshe focused on him. “I am named after one of our past kings. A mightyChriw’rian who fought valiantly against the Hissat or, as you humans call them,the Anunnaki. He’s credited with their first defeat on our planet.”
She locked her fingers together. “Really?”
He placed the curved knife beside her tray. “For yourprotein.”
Shannon glanced around the room. Surely someone wouldjump in to stop him from offering her a weapon. When no one did, she picked upthe knife and cut up the last bit of food on her plate, a wrinkled sausage linkin an off-putting green color. The blade cut smoothly through the dehydratedchunk. “Thank you.”
She fingered the metal handle. Smooth and warm in herhand, she tilted the blade far enough to see her reflection on its surface. Shewanted to keep it. She placed the knife beside her tray and glanced up asD’lane consumed the last of his jerky.
He pushed his empty tray to the side. “The previousD’lane crashed his warship into the Anunnaki fighter set to bomb our mostvulnerable. His actions disrupted the mothership and allowed the rest of thefleet to destroy them. If not for his heroic actions, my planet wouldn’t
have survived their last attack.”
She ate a bite of the sausage and winced. It foughther with every chew. Mouth dry, she discreetly spit it into her napkin. A fewbrows arched in her direction, including D’lane’s. To give herself something todo, she handed the knife back, handle first. He wouldn’t have let her keep itanyway. “Have you figured out how your name dictates your future?”
“Yes.” His fingers brushed hers as he accepted itsreturn. The silver metal blurred when he holstered the blade. This male movedquickly.
She was afraid to ask about his future. She kind ofliked this particular alien and didn’t want to see him dying any time soon.“And?”
He grinned and flashed his sharp canines. “One beliefis I will be a great benefit to my people, but unable to participate in theultimate victory of my path.”
“Does that mean you expect to die?” Shannon asked,undecided on if his smile edged from sexy into frightening.
“It is a possibility.”
She picked up her sausage, put it back down, andfrowned. “You said one of the meanings. Can you choose another path?”
“There are many possibilities that exist for anindividual. The Namegivers do not choose lightly when gifting a child at birthwith their destiny. I could follow another D’lane’s path, or I could forge myown fate and provide a future for another down the line as the previous D’lanedid.”
“Which destiny is yours?”
“I follow the path of the king.”
“Ah.” She ran her finger over the smooth surface ofthe table. Did that mean he expected to die or was there another path withinthat destiny he would follow? How did someone know which one to follow?
It had taken her months in college to discover shewasn’t interested in chemistry. Six long hellish months. The frustration alonefor losing that small bit of time seemed inconsequential when compared to thepossibility of traveling an entire lifetime down the wrong path.
He tapped the table. “What does your name mean?”
She huffed, knowing her name meant little whencompared to his. She’d looked it up once after an unpleasant conversation withher father. “It means possessor of wisdom.”
Her father had wanted to call her Clair after hissister, but her mother had gone with Shannon after hearing it on a show duringlabor. The uncomfortable conversation on how he’d hated her name had been aslight peek into her mother’s past, even as her dad lay drunk on the couch.He’d apologized later, but the damage had already been done. She forced a laughto lighten the mood. “If you take it to mean I went to school, then I’ve livedup to the title.”
“It is accurate.” His nail pressed down on the table’ssurface. A bit of plastic curled in its wake. His nails were either extremelydurable or the tables were flimsy. Shannon flattened her hand next to her trayand curled her fingers. She scratched at the table and winced as her nail bentback. “How so?”
“You were revived for information that will savebillions of lives and stop a war.”
About the Author:E.L. Roux is a Science Fiction and Fantasy Romance author who writes about finding love in all the wrong places. E.L. uses their knowledge on everything from prosthetics to the sport of fencing, to weave together complex romances you can't put down.
E.L. Roux lives in Washington State with their artistically inclined family, an indoor street cat, and a terror of a Bosten Terrier.
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