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Pets in Space was been awarded the Top 5 in Best Books of 2016 by the Library Journal

Pets in Space was been awarded the Top 5 in Best Books of 2016 by the Library Journal! No. 5 out of all the original fiction published in 2016! I am so excited as you can probably tell lol.

Congratulations go to Pauline Baird Jones, Veronica Scott, Cara Bristol, Susan Grant, Laurie A. Green, Carysa Locke, Lea Kirk, and Alexis Glynn Latner, and to me (had to include myself) on this prestigious award. Awesome job, ladies!! 

A little background for this award: 
From their website: “Library Journal is the most trusted and respected publication for the library community. Built on more than a century of quality journalism and reviews, LJ provides groundbreaking features and analytical news reports covering technology, management, policy and other professional concerns to public, academic and institutional libraries. Our hefty reviews sections evaluate 8000+ reviews annually of books, ebooks, audiobooks, videos/DVDs, databases, systems and websites.”

We were completely unaware that Pets in Space had been chosen. As you can imagine, we are all thrilled! Thank you and kudos for doing a fabulous job of storytelling, ladies!

I’d also like to say a warm thank you to Vikkas Bhardwaj, the cover model.

I would also like to thank the wonderful Narelle Todd from Get My Book Out There. She handled all the marketing and promotion for the anthology, kept all of us organized, and went far above and beyond to make sure the book had a successful launch despite the U.S. suffering from two storms of the century (one of the East Coast and one on the West Coast) during the release! This would have been devastating to most people, but she handled the situation with a professionalism that shone through Hurricanes and Cyclones. Her patience, guidance, and creativity helped showcase Pets in Space. Thank you and hugs for an awesome job well done. xoxox

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Veronica Scott on Why Pets Are No Trouble At All!

Pets In Space 600x900I am thrilled to be one of nine authors in the anthology, Pets in Space, combining two of my big loves, space and pets. A portion of proceeds are being donated to hero-dogs.org who raise and train service dogs for US veterans.

I am delighted that each author in Pets in Space has agreed to share with us an insight into their story in the anthology and a little bit about why they decided to write for the anthology. Today’s guest is Veronica Scott:

I never had much experience with dogs as pets growing up. I liked the idea of dogs just fine but for some reason my family went more toward cats.

I think it may have had something to do with the fact that my mother’s mother raised and showed Boston Terriers – all of whom she named Christopher! – and my mother just wasn’t too fond of dogs after that. My grandfather had a wonderful, cuddly mutt rescue dog named Spooky, who he’d adopted after finding her lost near their summer cabin in the woods. I really liked her. She’d take my dolls for rides and was good to curl up with when I wanted to read. The terriers were just too full of energy for me.

playful_little_dog_wonderbook_veronicaI still have the little Wonder Book my grandmother gave me, hoping I’d be more in love with Boston Terriers after I read it. Nope, cats still ruled in my heart!

We have a saying in our family, which must be uttered with heavy sarcasm, “Pets are no trouble at all.” It was grandfather’s favorite remark whenever the various Christophers had gotten into mischief, which was often of course, being high energy canines. I should have used it in my story for Pets In Space, but the right moment didn’t arise. Maybe in a future book!

But whether you have a dog or a cat or an otherworldly creature, there’s nothing quite like a pet to keep you company…

The blurb for Pets In Space:

Even an alien needs a pet…

Join the adventure as nine pet loving sci-fi romance authors take you out of this world and pull you into their action-packed stories filled with suspense, laughter, and romance. The alien pets have an agenda that will capture the hearts of those they touch. Follow along as they work side by side to help stop a genetically-engineered creature from destroying the Earth to finding a lost dragon; life is never the same after their pets decide to get involved. Can the animals win the day or will the stars shine just a little less brightly?

New York Times, USA TODAY, Award Winning, and Best selling authors have eight original, never-released stories and one expanded story giving readers nine amazing adventures that will capture your imagination and help a worthy charity. Come join us as we take you on nine amazing adventures that will change the way you look at your pet!

10% of the first month’s profits go to Hero-Dogs.org. Hero Dogs raises and trains service dogs and places them free of charge with US Veterans to improve quality of life and restore independence.

And the blurb for Star Cruise: Stowaway:

Cargo Master Owen Embersson is shocked when the Nebula Zephyr’s ship’s cat and her alien sidekick, Midorri, alert him to the presence of a stowaway. He has no idea of the dangerous complications to come – nor does he anticipate falling hard for the woman whose life he now holds in his hands. Life aboard the Nebula Zephyr has just become more interesting – and deadly.

A short excerpt from my story. The stowaway has been found, thanks to the two pets, and now Fleming, the captain of the ship and Jake, his security chief are being briefed on the situation.

Fleming frowned. “So this sentient female could be a kidnap victim, or someone who tried to rip off the wrong people or worse. I want this kept as quiet as possible. I’ll break out of hyperspace long enough to transmit to the authorities, see if the Sectors Criminal Investigation Agency wants to board us to take her and the mystery off our hands, or meet us at the next port.”

“Care to share what you’re thinking, sir?” Jake asked.

“Probably the same as you – this has the hallmarks of a Combine operation. I don’t want the Zephyr mixed up in an organized crime problem, not if we can help it.” Fleming glared at the container as if the box offended him. “All right. Unless there’s anything to add, I’ll stop engines and transmit a report to the authorities. Plays hell with the schedule, but I’m going to wait for instructions. If the Combine is involved, we can’t go it alone. I’m not taking on the Amarotu gang with a ship full of passengers to protect. ” He turned to Jake. “Come sit in on the conversation. I want the girl under constant guard, assuming she survives. And Owen, the same goes for the crate. I don’t want it touched till the SCIA arrives. Can you shut down all activity on this deck until we know more?”

Surprised at the request, he nodded. “Of course. I’ll have to shift cargo in a day or two, though, to offload what’s due at our next stop. You want my guys standing guard duty?”

Fleming gave him a level stare. “Jake’s force is stretched pretty thin, so yes, but only the men and women you’d trust with your life. No one else gets access to this deck.”

About Veronica Scott:

Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

Three time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances! She recently was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “City On the Edge of Forever.”

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Secret Spilling Space Pets

I’d like to welcome all you critters and critter lovers to Pets Are People, Too.
I’m Clawdia Kitty.
And I’m Nose-4-News Hound.
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As you know, we like to dish out the secrets on our human pets, because, hello, they are sharing us everywhere and with everyone!
And we have some pets with SECRETS to share, Clawdia.
I have to say, we’ve had pets on YouTube, pets on skates, pets on the wall of shame, pets on Twitter, pets on Facebook, Instagram and Tumblr, grumpy pets, happy pets, slightly dysfunctional pets—we’ve have even had pets who have pets, but we have never had pets from space!
[Long howl from News] Let’s bring it, then, Clawdia.
First up, we have K-Nine, coming to us from A Mate For Matrix. K-Nine, can you tell us a little bit about this human author, known as S.E. Smith?

SESmith2K-Nine knows the inside scoop on S.E. Smith’s fascination with squirrels. It is so bad, that she often sits in the car for an hour or more just watching them. It is like she is addicted to knowing what they are doing! She takes pictures of them, talks to them, and has even been known to offer them tidbits of mulberries, bananas, and pineapples from the garden. Of course, only the ones they have already been eating on. K-Nine has even caught S.E. Smith singing the Gray Squirrel song. “Gray Squirrel, gray squirrel, bush your bushy tail. Hold a nut between your toes, wrinkle up your little nose. Gray squirrel, gray squirrel, bush your bushy tail.” Man, she loves that song! Personally, I think she is totally nutty.

Ms. Kitty loves squirrels, too. I think S.E. and I would get along, girlfriend.
Next we have Bang Bang, who is just panting to tell us about Susan Grant

SusanGrant2Bang-Bang here. I’ve battled monsters on remote planets, raided with the Interplanetary Marines, and witnessed emergency drills onboard Bezos Station, but never have I seen the kind of action that explodes at the Grant household each day at dinnertime. See, Susan Grant is “lost in space” in front of her computer, writing, until  precisely 5:07 pm when my little friend Skye begins her dinner vigil next to her human’s desk. “Oh, geez, look at the time. Skye, you want dinner? You want dinner?” Susan Grant asks (silly question if you ask me, as dumb as “Who’s a good boy?”). Susan Grant races to the fridge, stirs a scoop of canned dog food with Skye’s kibble, feeds her, then runs back to the fridge and grabs random ingredients that no sane human would dream of combining. Then she and Skye dash out to the garden to find more edibles to add to the crazy mix. When Mr. Susan Grant asks what’s for dinner, she laughs and replies, “A magic mix, never to be repeated.” “I love your magic mixes,” he says truthfully, and considers her the “MacGyver of cooking”. After watching all this, I’m ready for a nap–after crumb patrol, that is…

If I wasn’t a kitty, I’d be in love with the oh-so-cute, Sparky, who is ready to dish some stuff about Cara Bristol

CaraI was shocked when I found out not all humans can dance. Though it’s not mentioned in Spark of Attraction, my owner Miranda Lowell is a naturally gifted dancer and loves the Xenian Whirl, the Arcanian Scramble, and the Solar Breeze. Author Cara Bristol? The woman has two left feet and no rhythm. She and her husband took something called “Ballroom dancing,” lessons – still don’t know a step. Then they enrolled in a beginning “Swing” class. When the other students advanced to intermediate—they had to repeat beginning again. And still can’t dance. Worse, Cara Bristol almost crippled a man once. She was “dancing” in a nightclub, and accidentally stomped on his foot with her four-inch heels. The poor guy doubled over and hobbled off the dance floor. No one else asked to her dance that night.

This cute duo is, respectively Moby and Midorri, and what they don’t know about Veronica Scott, is not worth knowing….

MobyMidorriVeronica likes to belt out show tunes, country music and old rock n roll songs at the top of her lungs. She might even dance, which confuses us pets and we take refuge under the chair until the concert is over. Last night it was “Meet Me in St. Louis”, “The Trolley Song” and various really old Beatles tunes, plus a bit of Shania Twain.

Miss Kitty would like visiting that house. She loves meeting hip cats in St. Louis…

Pets bravely go where no-one has gone before! Pets spill the beans on their authors in #PetsInSpace

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And from down under—the solar system—we have Peddrenth, the bearded dragon. I can’t even imagine what you could tell us about Pauline Baird Jones….

Pauline2My experience with humans is somewhat limited, but really, I have two complaints. She does not like the heat. Right there we are incompatible. I live to be warm. My species comes from Australia! And just try to find a good, big, live bug to eat in her house. If you like chocolate, you’re golden. You can’t turn over a piece of paper without finding chocolate, but trust me. There are no bugs in her house. Her chilly house. Her really chilly house.

I feel your pain, dragon. We cats like to be warm, too. But here’s a guest for you, Nose-4-News… And from far far away, so far, they can’t hear me howl, we’ve got StarDog, Katrina, who looks like she’s more than a dog—and well equipped to spill the goods on Laurie A. Green

Laurie2Ohhhh, yes, yes! I know many sekrits. My author? She’s forced to write. No kidding! I’m a StarDog, I don’t lie about such things. There’s this big, menacing dude in her office that always has his blaster trained on her to keep her motivated. What, you want proof? *digs around in sekrit photo stash* You’ve got it.

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Ooh, this little bundle of energy — literally — is buzzing to spill the beans on Alexis Glynn Latner

AlexisThe question is meaningless to me, because I consist of energy.  I am very interested in electricity and electrical circuits.  I am indifferent to what you protoplasmic beings do with your bodies. I do know what secrets are – something surprising that is unknown to others.  I have secrets of my own.  As to Alexis’ secrets, I can tell you this: for a generally orderly being, who has her physical belongings and computer files alike neatly organized, it is most surprising what a mess of power cords exists in her office behind her desk.  A nest of electric eels would be more orderly than that.

Miss Kitty believes the only purpose for cords is for her to play with… Woof, woof, introduce our next guest, Miss Kitty… Oh fine…oh, you are fine, Ranger, you rangy beast, you, do tell us about Lea Kirk

Lea2[thumping her tail and batting her eyes at Nose] I have three humans to deal with. My book humans, Simone and Graig, and my author human, Lea Kirk. All of them have juicy secrets, but since we’re only focusing on our author humans I will tell you about Lea. As a teenager, the first romances Lea discovered were by Bertrice Small, and she used to sneak them home in her school book bag. Believe me, if her mother only knew, I might not be here today.

Mother knows best, and what mama doesn’t know…. [a howl from Nose-4-News] What, oh, our last guest is a fox. Try to control yourself, Nose-4-News. Ember maybe be a little fox, but she’s also our guest! And she is dying to tell us all about Carysa Locke….

CarysaOf course I know secrets! I am kith. I know the most secret thoughts of all the humans around me…not that they are usually all that interesting. Truly, humans worry about the strangest things. But those fortunate enough to be bonded to kith benefit from our help. Without us, I’m sure they would all have died in the early days of the colony. Oh, but you asked about secrets. Well, it’s an open secret that the one who calls herself Carysa Locke is actually a team of two – one writer, and the one who originally made our universe. I know everything about both of them. They both rely far too much on a drink called coffee – a stimulant. Though the writer claims she just loves the taste and warmth of a cup every morning, I believe she is more reliant on it than she realizes. She has a gleaming silver contraption that makes all manner of strange noises while preparing her drink, a version of the substance called espresso. It is highly impractical. She cannot travel with the machine, so whenever she is forced away from home, she is much grumpier than usual waking up without her usual beverage. She says none of the shops which provide this espresso make it as well as she does. I worry that this obsession she has will interfere with the words she types into the machine, building our society and stories. If she had a kith, I’m sure this sort of dependence would never have happened. We kith are known to reliably wake our humans in the morning, with no need of shrill alarms or special cups of stimulant to get them moving.

I don’t know about you, Nose-4-News, but I think this might be my favorite interview yet. I’d like to thank the pets of Pets in Space for dishing out the secrets of the authors of Pets in Space, because wow, they sure had some. We still love them, though, because PETS! SPACE! [HOWLING that fades gradually away….]

#PetsInSpace spill the beans on their authors! Who would have known their deep dark secrets like this?! #SciFiRom

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Even an alien needs a pet…

Join the adventure as nine pet loving sci-fi romance authors take you out of this world and pull you into their action-packed stories filled with suspense, laughter, and romance. The alien pets have an agenda that will capture the hearts of those they touch. Follow along as they work side by side to help stop a genetically-engineered creature from destroying the Earth to finding a lost dragon; life is never the same after their pets decide to get involved. Can the animals win the day or will the stars shine just a little less brightly?

New York Times, USA TODAY, Award Winning, and Bestselling authors have nine original, never-released stories that will capture your imagination and help a worthy charity. Come join us as we take you on nine amazing adventures that will change the way you look at your pet!

10% of profits from the first month go to Hero-Dogs.org. Hero Dogs raises and trains service dogs and places them free of charge with US Veterans to improve quality of life and restore independence.

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Susan Grant, Soul Kitty and Pets in Space

Pets In Space 600x900I am thrilled to be one of nine authors in the anthology, Pets in Space, combining two of my big loves, space and pets. A portion of proceeds are being donated to hero-dogs.org who raise and train service dogs for US veterans.

I am delighted that each author in Pets in Space has agreed to share with us an insight into their story in the anthology and a little bit about why they decided to write for the anthology. Today’s guest is Susan Grant:

For me, writing a story about pets in support of a charity that pairs pets with military veterans was a purr-fect match. I’m a military vet, and I have loved dogs and cats since I was born.

“Doggie” was one of my first words. “Kitty” soon followed. (I’m sure “airplane” wasn’t long after). As soon as I could string together a sentence, I asked my parents for a pet dog. My mom assumed a toy dog on a leash would satisfy me. Ha. The look on my face says it all.

me toddler toy dogNext came a stray cat named Alice when I was in second grade. I would leave out food and water for her every day, but she wasn’t allowed to set one paw in the house. I had allergies, and my allergist told my parents that if I got a cat, I would die. Or, at least this was the reason everyone gave me. Not wanting to die, I accepted this, and loved Alice with all my heart until she disappreared one day after about a year. My mom told me that a band of hippies stole her and drove off with her in their car. (Actually, I always pictured Alice’s little face in the window of a baby blue VW bus as she and the hippies sped off to a Grateful Dead concert.) Recently, I learned that Mom actually dropped Alice off at the pound. It took four decades for the truth to come out. I hope from there Alice found her forever home, hippies or no.

It wasn’t until after I graduated from the US Air Force Academy and became a second lieutenant in the Air Force that I was finally able to get my first real pet—a cat. My moving boxes had barely hit the floor in my rental house in Del Rio, Texas when I brought home a kitten born on a nearby ranch. You may have heard the term “soul mate”. Well, the furry bundle of joy was my soul kitty. I named her Foxbat after the infamous Russian MiG-25 fighter jet. The Cold War was in full swing. Is there any better way to neutralize a threat than by making it seem cute and cuddly? Here she is, not much bigger than my car keys:

baby foxbat on bedFoxbat was so little when I brought her home that she slept in my slipper. I had a few sniffles at first, but they passed, thus proving my childhood allergist wrong—cat ownership did not in fact kill me. Foxbat attended all the student-pilot parties at our house, was partial to Cheetos, was known to lick the mouths of empty beer bottles, and she stayed up until all hours—just like us. With aplomb, she made many a military move to new duty stations, traveling to cities in Texas and eventually to California. She was the only cat I’ve ever known who loved road trips.
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Foxbat used up every last one of her nine lives, even surviving a rattlesnake bite, somehow making it home before she collapsed and, somehow, making it to the vet before she stopped breathing. In true incredi-cat fashion she went on to live nineteen full-throttle years, passing away only when a ravaging disease called FIV took her down. Even then, she fought hard, until her strong, sweet little spirit could fight no more. (There is a vaccination for FIV now, but there wasn’t then.)

Since then, many other pets have padded into my life and burrowed into my heart. My home has contained as many as seven dogs and cats at once. But I still miss Foxbat. I always will. She was and will forever be my soul kitty.

Stray, my novella in Pets in Space, highlights the amazing and unique human-pet bond many of us know and value. In this excerpt, Interplanetary Marine Lt. Lukas Frank has just received the worst news imaginable about his fiancée, Captain Carlynn Riga. In times like these, even a tough warrior could use the support of a good dog:

“Bang-Bang waited by the doors, holding a sitting position where Lukas had left him during the briefing. The white tip of the dog’s tail batted against the floor, slowing as his yellowish, old-soul eyes zeroed in on the turmoil inside Lukas that the station’s staff could not see.

Lukas halted, his breath stuttering. The only other living thing capable of breaching his defenses and rendering him so transparent was Carlynn. Her eyes, the color of black coffee, had brought him to his knees more than once, turned him inside out, and showed him what love looked like when viewed in someone’s gaze.

He bent down on one knee, and Bang-Bang’s paw hooked over his forearm. “She’s missing.” He managed to get the words out. Inconceivable words. It seemed surreal that he might never see Carlynn again. Might never hold her…

The softest of sorrowful, high-pitched whines exited Bang-Bang’s throat, and Lukas almost lost it. He pressed his cheek to Bang-Bang’s. Kindred spirits. Their bond had been there from the moment they crashed into each other on the streets of Barésh, the filthy, overpopulated domed mining world around which Bezos Station orbited.

BANG BANG—two loud booms diverted his attention that night on patrol about a year ago. He had swung his weapon around, sweeping for threats, his heart racing way too fast, before he backed off and let out a shaky breath. Not Glenn-Musk. Not the attack. Not dozens of bodies tumbling into the vacuum of space, Lukas helpless to save them. No, the double bang was only a backfire from one of the rattletrap mining vehicles the Baréshtis drove. Then a street dog flew out from under a parked vehicle, headed right for him, two freakishly intelligent eyes broadcasting sheer terror. Lukas opened his hands like a pair of catcher’s mitts and caught him. The way the dog pressed close, trusting that Lukas would protect him even as his skinny body shivered and revealed his panic, got to him. Yeah, got to him good. A brush of coarse whiskers, a wet nose, and that was that. They were a team from then on.”

Thanks a million for having me at your blog! I love chatting about pets and books. Susan Grant

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Interview with a Navigator by Laurie A. Green

I am thrilled to be one of nine authors in the anthology, Pets in Space, combining two of my big loves, space and pets. A portion of proceeds are being donated to hero-dogs.org who raise and train service dogs for US veterans.

I am delighted that each author in Pets in Space has agreed to share with us an insight into their story in the anthology and a little bit about why they decided to write for the anthology. Today’s guest is Laurie A. Green.

I’d like to introduce the hero of my Pets in Space story, StarDog, by way of a quick interview. Taro Shall was one of my favorite heroes to write. He’s not a boss or a bad boy. He has no superpowers or psi talent. He’s just an honest, hard-working star navigator who makes an adorable find in a spaceport (and her StarDog is pretty cute too) which critically alters his course.

Young handsome macho man in sunglasses with open leather jacket revealing muscular chest and torso
Taro pauses at my office door. He’s classic Tectolian–tall with ebony hair, dark cinnamon eyes and sun-blessed skin, thanks to his ancient Pacific islander ancestry. “You wanted to see me, boss?”

“Yes. Why don’t you take a seat? We’d like to have a chat.”

“Right.” Taro squares his shoulders and saunters in, glancing around. “We?”

“Yes. I’m here with your readers.”

“My readers?” He arches a dark eyebrow. “Oh. Well…hi there.” With a guarded wave, he takes his seat. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he whispers, “Hey boss, there’s nobody here.”

“Trust me, they’re present.”

“If you say so.” He scans the room, looking skeptical. “K, then. I guess you can fire when ready.”

“Why don’t you first tell us a little about your background.”

“Not really much to tell. And it’s pretty much already in my story.”

“Always the minimalist, aren’t you? I think you’re referring to this…”

“Citizen of Tectol. Graduated Tectolian Academy as a certified Navigator, ID 7456392. Registered as a nav for the Clearsky, Baddinger, Blue Darley, and Tahanna, all registered out of Tectol, the Viebold out of Parol. A half-calendar gap in service after that.”

“Yeah. That’s me.”

“They didn’t mention you were third in your class at academy.”

He gives a subtle shrug and a sly smile. “Never was much for speeches.”

“Let’s take a look at your history. After serving as nav on five different vessels, why is your service log blank for the last half calendar? For our audience, that would be six months.”

He straightens, running his hand down the sleeve of his black flightsuit. “I got picked up as nav on the Calypso by a captain who prefers to keep her business on the down-low, so no, my service isn’t registered with Universal Flight Authority.”

“And you’re okay with having a big gap in your resumé?”

“To have a shot like at navigating a ship like this? Yeah, it’s worth it.”

“What’s so special about the ship?”

“You know I can’t talk about that. And besides…that’s in the story, too.”

“Maybe just give us a few generalities.”

“Let’s just say Calypso is a special express transport. Patrol class.”

“Hold on. For reference, how does patrol class compare to…say, the Millennium Falcon?”

“Bigger. Faster.” Taro gives a slow smile. “More teeth.”

“So tell us a little more about you. Favorite color? Favorite food? Marital status?”

“Aquamarine. Carduwan sugar pulls.” Taro’s wistful look melts away and he sets his mouth in a thin line. “Terminally single.”

“Care to embellish that last part?”

He eases out his breath. Leaning back, he stretches out long legs and crosses them at the ankle. “Life of a nav. Because we’re always leaving…”

He sits upright when a tone sounds, moving a hand to silence a device clipped to his uniform. “Sorry. Time’s up. Just got recalled. Cap’s readying to fly.”

“I understand. Thanks for taking a few minutes to let readers get to know you better.”

“My pleasure.” Taro gives a parting smile and a casual salute. “See you around the universe.”

StarDog

Navigator Taro Shall has a mission no one wants – find a way to eradicate snakes on a starship. He never expects to find the answer to his problem in a charming street vendor named Adini. His already unusual mission becomes more complicated when he suddenly acquires an adorable StarDog that soon sweeps him and Adini into the maw of a brewing insurrection.

View of planet Earth from inside a space station

Author Bio

Laurie A. Green is a three-time RWA Golden Heart® finalist, an award-winning author, and a science fiction romance enthusiast who founded the SFR Brigade community of writers, which is now nearly 900 members strong.

She confesses to being an Andromeda Galaxy groupie and would someday love to own a vacation home on Mars or Titan. She’s enthused to be a part of this wonderful anthology mash-up of two of her favorite things–pets and space.

Her family includes her husband, David, four dogs, three cats and several horses, all who reside on a ranch in beautiful New Mexico. A former military budget director and reserve state trooper, she now spends her time writing, networking, researching, enjoying the Southwestern lifestyle and, naturally, stargazing and daydreaming about other worlds.

Website: http://www.laurieagreen.com/
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Twitter Handle: @SFRLaurie

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