Unstoppable. I opened this book and could not put it down. From the first moment that I met Commander Jorie Mikkalah, learning to drive on the fly (a gut-bustingly funny scene if there ever was one. "They're blessing us. See their upraised middle finger?") to my introduction to Detective Theo Petrakos, standing over a mummified corpse he coined "Mr. Crispy", I was hooked.
Jorie landed on Earth, a nil-tech dirtball on the butt-end of the galaxy, because all communication from her friend and co-agent Danjay Wain had ceased. Concerned, she and her team "beamed" down...only it's called a PMaT instead of a "transporter" in this universe. (Sorry, Scotty.) She half-expected Danjay to be dead--although the fact did come as an unhappy truth--and also the existance of Zombies, biomechanical horrors Danjay had been tracking. She certainly wasn't expecting The Tresh. Theo Petrakos, with the Very Good Face, was certainly a surprise.
It was to be another industry-standard two-week vacation for Theo, scheduled during the Christmas holidays. Business as usual until Mr. Crispy showed up. It was creepy seeing someone as desicated as poor Dan J. Waine still sporting moist eyeballs. But that wasn't the end of the evening's creepiness. Some butt-ugly, gawd-awful critter climbed out of a floating hole in the air and trashed his car. It almost trashed him, too, if not for the arrival of one bad-ass, one-woman army who fired honest-to-God laser pistols.
Unfortunately it wasn't some bad episode of the Twilight Zone. Theo was zipped up to the Mother Ship and told that his life on Earth was over. No time for goodbys or to pack, Mr. Petrakos, but you'll like Paroo. Theo reacted as I would have. Saying and doing anything to get back home. But that was just the beginning.
Don't start this book in the evening like I did. It'll capture you. I stayed up all night then was forced to work the next day. I say "forced" because I didn't want to put the book down even then. And the heat between Theo and Jorie? Fabulous! Aliens, galactic enemies, and Zombies! What more is needed?
Five Mystique Moons. (Outstanding)
Class Two sensuality. (Limited)