Friday, February 17, 2012

Happy (Futuristic) Friday!

Today I'm going to whisk you off to the distant future of Earth, and its new alien interactions. But first, remember that we are in the midst of the Naught After Dark Blog Hop and I hope you are having a great time! Click here for the details for my contest in this hop, and to enter, all you have to do is leave a comment on any of my blogs during this hop.

Yesterday I introduced you to a race of alien beings who are stranded on Earth - the Malathix Aliens. And just like any other being, these aliens have families wondering what has happened to the missing crew. Read on to find out about Thorn, the brother of Theradon from Soulless, to discover how he feels about his mission to Earth and the unbelievable surprise awaiting him.

Malathix Soul 2: Broken

Can the means to an end be their beginning? 

Thorn d'Thiem is a man on a mission. Traveling to Earth to kick his sorry brother's ass back to Malathix is an interruption Thorn can do without. His plan: get to Earth, find his brother, return to their planet and continue working toward their species' survival.
After years of ridicule, threats and even blackmail, Yvette Butler has learned to hide her half-breed status. Her latest betrayal leaves her needing to escape her job on Earth's satellite outpost. Her plan: Find a way to get off the outpost, leave Earth behind and find a new job and a new life on another planet.
When Thorn and Yvette meet, they see each other as only the means to an end. But when they discover they each hold missing pieces of the other, will they work together to repair what's broken in them, or will they part ways, leaving only shattered remains?


Earth Star Command Station, Year 2142

     Yvette Butler considered herself the picture of perfect calm as she strode out of her boss’s office, through the busy little cubicles of Earth Star Command Station and stepped into one of the cooler, empty passageways. Only then did she slump her six-foot, slender frame against the tiled wall.

     Lifting her fisted hands, she opened them to reveal pinpricks of blood upon her palms. She’d fought back her shift, but it’d been hard. It’d always been hard when she became angry. Thinking again of her supervisor and what he’d only moments ago “asked” her to do…

     “Just… be nice to the male, Yvette. That’s all I’m asking. We wouldn’t want your little secret to come out now, would we? You know my policy on… half breeds –“ He’d whispered the word as though it was cursed. “–and I know you love your job here.”

     When her lips curled, he’d spoken again, unforgivingly blunt. “It’s simple, Yvette. He will be here tomorrow. Meet that alien personally, satisfy him in whatever way he wants – being half alien yourself that should be easy – and you keep your job. Displease him and, well, the next pod to Earth is in three days. It’d be hard, wouldn’t it, to find employment with a scathing reference?”
     Now she stared at the harsh lights of the passageway ceiling and fought against a fresh wave of anger bubbling up. What she wouldn’t give to rip that man’s head from his shoulders. Him and his special favors. She sneered. Damn her for trusting, for confiding in him that she was a half breed with a human mother and an alien father. On planet, her background had been found loathsome by the few that knew, but she had thought, had hoped, that working on this station as liaison with aliens, her boss would have been more forgiving.

     “Yvette Butler, please report to the Admittance Room. Yvette Butler, please report at once to the Admittance Room.”

     She pressed on the communications system panel in the wall. “This is Yvette Butler. I’ll be right down.”

     Yvette stepped through a set of sliding doors leading to a spacious room. This area was where aliens first stopped to request entry to Earth. She scanned the room until she spotted a co-worker, Aaron, on the far side. He apparently had been looking for her, because when he caught her eye, he gestured wildly to the tall alien that dwarfed him. The being turned, and Yvette’s breath caught in the back of her throat.

     The male who now faced her could be described as wet-dream perfection. Standing well over six and half feet and dressed in dark brown pants that molded to strong thighs, wearing a shirt of similar color that laced at the throat, his style reminded her of the old pirate garb she’d seen in images of centuries past. Boots of a darker brown fit tightly over muscled calves, and thick gloves covered his hands.

     He dropped his arms to his sides, tipped his chin down a fraction, and without shifting his gaze from her, began to stalk her way. Yes, she decided quickly, he stalked. She stifled the urge to step back as he drew near. Damn, he looked pissed. What the hell had she done? Her day seemed to be going from bad to worse. So much for thinking this call would be better than what her boss wanted her to do.

     He stopped not two feet from her, and she was surprised she didn’t have to overly crane her neck to look him in his eyes, swirls of green and black. 
     Beautiful. His eyes could easily mesmerize her.

     “Yvette Butler.” The tall male stated her name, wanting confirmation.

     She nodded her head in affirmation and in greeting. “I am. And you are?”

     “I am Thorn d’Thiem. I believe I notified you some time ago about my arrival…”
Malathix Soul: Broken, can be purchased from Changeling Press  

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