Genre: Magical romance with a sense of humor
Coming June 2014
Later, Jane would remember the way Sam kissed her, warm and friendly and hungry all at once, somehow. She would think about his touch, the strength of his arms and the gentleness of his fingers. She would recall how he carefully undressed her first, then himself, then helped ease her onto the big bed, pulling the wool blanket over them both against the chill growing in the stormy nightfall. Sometimes she’d forget the next bit, because he eased her so well and so completely out of her head and into her body. He didn’t say much, only a word now and then, and her own voice became low and soft in response. She panicked once, she remembered, because something suddenly brought her back into her head.
“Why, Sam?” she asked. “Why do you want to make love to me?”
“I told you, Jane. I want you to feel this, for now, at least.”
“You’re not trying to make me fall in love with you? I mean, I love you Sam, like you said, but my soul mate is – ”
“I know, and I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I want to make sure you know you’re not alone, that you’re connected to someone. And I want to feel connected to you, Jane.” She relaxed again, and felt the bed against her back, supporting her, the pillow under her head, soft and smelling like peppermint, for some reason, and the slightly rough wool of the blanket tucked under her left shoulder. She didn’t have to say or ask anything more, as she gave herself to the sensations. Sam’s cheek against hers, his breath on her neck. His hands as they circled and cupped first one breast, then the other. His tongue that followed. Her hands as they moved down his strong back and up around his shoulders and back down. The warmth of his skin wherever it touched hers. One hand – his – between her legs, opening them up, opening her up. Fingers seeking a place deep inside. One hand - hers - guiding him into her, helping him find the right spot, depth, and rhythm. The sudden gasp of air all the way to the depths of her lungs as he flipped them both over so she was on top of him, melting around him, helping him reach even farther inside her. The warmth, above all, the warmth, as they moved together, slower, faster, slower, then the final shudders, first hers, then his, and more warmth, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Louise Armstrong Holliday is the last person on Earth you’d expect to save the human race. But when she uncovers proof that her boss is an alien the color of lime jelly gone horribly wrong, and is at the center of a plot to destroy humanity, Louie decides to do exactly that. She begins a journey from her company’s suburban Seattle office park to the old cities and castles of Eastern Europe. Along the way, Louie is attacked by flying books, overly-sensitive bat-crow monsters, and her own self-doubts. She must learn the truth about her closest friend, stand up to her boss, confront her oldest enemy, and make peace with her Aunt Emma, who annoys her in the way only true family can. She also has to rely on Buddy, the little blind mini-Schnauzer who saves her life twice – and really is from Mars.