Limited Advance Copies of Alien Rogue Available!
Greetings from the Multiverse!
Alien Rogue is almost upon us and I’ve got just a few advance reader copies left! Want to be an advance reviewer for this alien romance featuring scales, tails, and forked tongues? Grab your copy now!
If you want a taste of what you’re in for, the prologue is at the end of this newsletter—a peek into the POV of our hero, Zandro.
And now, welcome to the world of Alien Rogue—where ships are alive, warlords fight for dominance, and one woman has the future of all humanity on her shoulders:
I stare at the star chart before me, and all I see are the bloody deaths of the entirety of the Fifth House.
My fathers, felled by Dalphox’s blade. My eldest siblings, each of them in turn, executed in front of me. My three mothers, slain in battle, protecting the rest of us. My two remaining siblings, taken prisoner by Dalphox and made his slaves until they could bear it no longer.
The Fifth House, gone.
Except for me.
This map is not of the Five Houses of the Divine; it is of somewhere far away, a signal beacon glowing in the void. What we thought was a desolate galaxy, populated with entirely new species. And they will die, as the Fifth House did. As my family did.
I will play my part, if only to protect the vestiges of my House.
It is my duty to retrieve samples from these primitive planets—to add to the glory of Skoro. But as I look at those lonely, unwitting planets, I hear my families’ screams, and I see fire engulfing the palace where I grew up. My heart pounds, and my chest tightens.
I do not want to bring this suffering to another people.
I don’t want to watch them die.
But my navigator is waiting, with my engineer to my left and my advisor to my right. And they know how I suffer.
But they know, too, that we have no choice.
“Set a course for the uncharted worlds,” I say. “We have our orders.”
And we will bring these primitive species to their knees.
But as we travel, I dream of a stranger.
A female.
Her eyes are the deep brown of my ship’s hull, her hair long and spiraling in threads of gold. She is not like me—more akin to the servants in my uncle’s palace. Though I do not understand her words, her voice compels me to my knees, and when I reach out to touch her, energy moves between us.
I breathe her in and out and smell the scent of ellenak flowers.
And I know that she is waiting. Somewhere amongst the stars, a diamond shining through space.
I will find her.
And I will claim her.