Earlier this week, I turned in the final edit of O, swear not by the moon (let’s call it “Moon” for short bc I’m soooooo tired of typing out the full title).
It feels BLOODY GREAT to be on the other side of that WIP. Don’t get me wrong, I had a whale of a time writing it 🐳 but I’ve never created a a piece of fiction that lengthy to a deadline so tight before… Which, in all fairness, wasn’t that tight (and at 12.5k words, my piece is hardly lengthy), but with Christmas and start-of-the-year particulars hitting me at the same time, I consider completing this project a personal achievement.
“Moon” is also the first story that pushed me hard on both the science fiction and romance fronts. In all my published work to date, I’ve taken the sci-fi elements fairly casually. Yes, even though It Starts With A Kiss has that “engineers in space” thing, the science is still incidental to the characters’ respective journeys.
With “Moon”, I wanted to explore how technology empowers human connection, similar to how it enables our relationships today. We often blame the Internet and social media for weakening our in-person relationships, but I’d like to know… how robust were these relationships to begin with if they could be threatened by a tool that offers us more opportunity to connect?
We now have the ability to bypass chance. We’re no longer “stuck with” the pool of people who happened to be around us when we were born. We have the means to intentionally seek out and nurture relationships with others who might understand and know how to appreciate us. That, I feel, deserves acknowledgement.
There are other things “Moon” gave me an outlet to explore, but because they’re a bit spoilery, I won’t discuss them right now. I’d prefer for you to explore them with me through the story.
It’s been a while since the last excerpt share. This one’s from my first novella, Chasing Sisyphus, published by Siren-BookStrand and released in 2017.
She found Declan crouched over a puddle on the floor. She grabbed a handful of paper towels and stooped down beside him, mopping up the spill.
“I got it.” He hissed, and snatched them from her.
“Sorry, I thought you’d want some help.”
“You brought a cop into my home. How does that help? Are you trying to get me shipped out?”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t have brought him here if I had a choice.”
“What do you mean ‘choice’? What kind of shit are you caught up in, Ade?”
“I could ask you the same thing!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The car? Last night?”
“Are you drunk? What car?”
She heard Rhys clear his throat behind them and shut her mouth. They turned to see the detective’s broad body towering over them from the doorway.
“The car you ran into the Legion River last night,” he answered. “At least, I think that’s what she means. But don’t stop talking on my account.”
Declan postured up, gripping a shard of mug in one hand. Rhys reached for the holster in his jacket.
Adria leapt between them. She knew the start of a dick-swinging when she saw one. She held both them at arm’s length, hand to chest, looking back and forth between them, keeping shard and gun in the corners of her vision.
“What say we skip the coffee and talk? Just talk, OK? That’s all we came for, Dec. Honest.”
Chasing Sisyphus is the first book in The Basilica Conspiracy series. If you fancy checking it out while I’m still working on the other books, you can find ebook purchase links on my website.
Today, I’m one of Lyndi Alexander’s “Adventurous Friends”, sharing my feels on science fiction romance as the genre for our time.
When I tell people I write sci-fi romance, I tend to get interested and interesting looks. “What’s the point?” a reader once responded. “Like Passengers?” another asked. Mate, I’d love to be able to write a story like that. Some of my sci-fi friends hated it, some of my romance friends loved it—I think it could have been marketed better.
But amidst all this is the feeling that no matter how fantastical or speculative my sci-fi setting could be, I’m contributing a valid brick to the collective wall of imaginings that create a very real future before us. And I think mainstream audiences—even staunch contemporary and realism fans—are more than ready to come along for the ride.
To celebrate the release of my upcoming sci-fi office romance, It Starts With A Kiss, I’m running a very special giveaway draw 💝
Two lucky winners will receive a signed paperback copy of the novel, along with a bundle of lovely treats featuring the work of local crafters Renée Botman, More Sundays Please and Handmade Gems; a digital download of Skye McDonald’s latest novel; and this year’s sweet ebook releases by fellow Kyanite authors Sophia LeRoux, A. R. Vagnetti and Crystal Kirkham.
This isn’t meant to be a book review blog, but I wanted to share one novel that really got me fired up about writing for this genre: Mated to the Jardan Warrior by Aria Bell
The writing style isn’t what I usually go for, but I was impressed at how smooth the storytelling was. Seamless from beginning to end. Every line had a purpose, which you probably know is the way good writing should go. I’m terrified of rambling too much in my stories, and boring my readers with meaningless drivel. But writing mostly non-fiction in my day job, I’m also terrified of not rambling enough, and boring my readers with dry walls of text.
So it was great to pick up this novel and find myself excited to get to the juicy bits, content to read the non-juicy bits because they were still told in a nice way, and reach a satisfying HEA ending. I just wish I could find the author on Twitter so I could give her a high five!