Effing Feline survived — whew!
Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior posts on Mr. V’s behalf
I, Effing Feline, lost something precious a few nights ago — sleep. Why? Because there was a lot of shooting in my neighborhood. I survived, though it was extremely close — and I was, of course, extremely brave throughout the ordeal.
My pet human, Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine, says there was no shooting. It was fireworks, instead. It’s ridiculously arrogant of him, don’t you think, to assume he knows more than I, a cat?
I’m presenting another selection from Mr V’s latest WIP, Alien Contact for Heroines. The last few snippets have dealt with an apparition who visited Dusty in the middle of the night. Today we jump ahead several days and switch to the POV of the hero, Prince Reese Eaglesbrood. He and Dusty have shared a brief, blistering affair, but he resists becoming emotionally involved with an American commoner.
Maybe he was still asleep, because who did he see on the other side of the room, but Dusty. Her body was clothed only in shadows. She just stood there, saying nothing.
Was this a message? That Dusty was the woman of his dreams?
The dream was remarkably realistic. The bedclothes slid against his body as he shifted position, and when he breathed, he felt his chest’s rise and fall.
Dusty glided toward him — not walked, glided — and a flowery smell accompanied her. Reese’s breath caught as a shaft of light from the window stripped the shadows from her nakedness.
Effing Feline again, hoping that none of you experienced any of that noisy shooting last Thursday. Make sure you read the snippets by other great weekend writing warriors.
Other science fiction romances in the same series:
When American Indians from the future of an alternate Earth move their entire island nation to our Earth, Seattle biologist Ell Harmon makes the first alien contact and yearns to help the newcomers settle peacefully. But can she hold to that dream during their long quarantine together when she learns that Prince Tro Eaglesbrood has seduced her heart solely for the good of his kingdom?
Marianne Harmon is sick and tired of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.
Quinn Lebatarde, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?
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Ed here. I’m a proud papa of three great sons and one great daughter. One of my offspring gets over a minute and a half air time in this video about redesigning part of Yorkville, Canada’s ritziest neighborhood. Skip directly to 3:20 to see and hear son #3 in action.
What have your children done that makes you proud of them?
