Galan, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I am Galan and I walk alone. Since the problem of the degrading DNA in our females, and the loss of my wife, Princess Gospah, I have watched the men of my planet losing their beloved wives.
* Now we have come to Earth, our sister planet in the hopes of forming an alliance. We need numbers in order to protect ourselves from those who would assimilate us into their empires. More importantly though, we come seeking mates. Not slaves, but equals who will work beside us, on Hesparia, our pacific planet.
If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them?
* I'm sure Imogene would have a great time. I sense in her a spirit of adventure so I would begin with a traditional meal in the eatery, where she could interact with the Hesparian's in their own environment. Then I think she would enjoy a chance at space travel (she's a trekker, so I'm lead to believe... which I gather means she likes the whole space travel thing.)
* Then I would give her a guided tour, via hoverbike of the farming areas of the planet. Then we would finish with a meal on Lake Gu'rah where we would eat the famous oysters of Guran'Mar (where the Farbian Pearls are found) and drink the strawberry like wines of Furian province.
* Though, being a wife and mother, she would be treated like a queen among our people.
What was the least interesting thing that has ever happened to you? (In bed or out.)
* Travelling to Earth was certainly an experience. One of the things I found quite unusual was the myriad layers of government and the variety of ways that each country and continent was governed. We believe in simplistic, province based ruling. We have found over the generations that the government of our people is only as good as those who act as advisors.
* There is a lot of posturing and argument on Earth.
What’s your take on Jessa?
* Jessa is a beautiful woman, beaten down by a past that wasn't hers. She's loyal and strong. She's also the woman who has consented to join me on Hesparia.
* She's funny, and not afraid to try new experiences. Since I met her, she has grown in confidence in so many ways. Now she is the woman to whom many turn for advice and guidance.
Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
* My future includes one day (though not for a long time) overseeing Hesparia in the cycle of renewal. And I look forward to the birth of children who will be the future of our great planet.
* I also hope to build closer ties with Earth and other agrarian and pacific planets in the hopes of expanding our knowledge.
Now for some author information!
* She is dedicated to high quality romance, with a dollop of erotic interactions, and has dipped her toes into Science Fiction, Contemporary Romance and Paranormal Romance featuring feisty headstrong female leads and the odd Romantic Suspense.
* She lives in Rural Queensland where she happily raises 2 daughters, lots of chickens a couple of cats and her super pup Teddy. When she isn’t writing or reading, she’s hanging out with her husband, acting like a techno-geek or cooking and making wine.
You can find my author, Imogene Nix, here...
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Now for some book information!
A look into the story
* What will happen when the past catches up?
* Galan is from Hesparia, a prince on a planet where the females are dying out his people need an alliance with the humans.
* Jessa has a past, one she hasn’t earned but cannot escape.
* What will happen when opportunity knocks?
* Galan travels to earth, hoping to plead the case for Hesparia. He doesn’t expect Jessa or The Quickening.
* Can he make the case for women to migrate to Hesparia? Can he get the humans to trust him enough to form an alliance? And is there hope for this couple to overcome the obstacles in their way?
* Hesparia’s Tears.
* The reporter came back on the screen. "We believe they will make their landing somewhere on the continent of Australia. There have been no further radio communications from the craft, however. So it is, at best, an educated guess right now."
* Jessa giggled at the sober face of the young, twenty-something reporter standing outside the Parkes Observatory and the inane follow up comment made by the thirtyish female news anchor.
* "Jessa, it’s time for bed!" her mother yelled again.
* She sighed dramatically. At twenty-four she was no longer a child, even though her parents seemed to struggle with that small fact.
* Maybe it’s time to move out. As quickly as the thought had crossed her mind, she dismissed it. Leaving home meant more expense than she could possibly afford. The thing that really irked her was paying an outstanding legal bill for something she hadn’t even done. It was a refrain that had played through her mind over and over again since the event had taken place. It may have happened years ago, but she continued to pay for her youthful indiscretion. One she had long regretted.
* Jessa stood, before heading down the old hallway to the bathroom. Living at home meant sharing a bathroom with her little brother, Ben. Of course, being a boy of sixteen, he was disgusting. There were used razor blades, splashes of water, foam from his recent shaving experience and hairs in the sink. Knowing it would make no difference complaining about it she carefully picked up the discarded detritus and placed it in the bin beside the vanity unit, wiped away the mess and began her own night-time ritual.
* Emerging from the bathroom, she spied her mother, standing at the end of the hall in her fluffy blue dressing gown with matching slippers, and her blonde hair sitting high on her head in soft curlers. It was the same scene every night. "Night, Jessa."
* "Night, Mum." What else was there to say? In a funk, Jessa entered her room, before closing the door then sat down on her single bed. She breathed deeply, letting the oxygen flow through her system, before slowly levering herself down across the mattress. Her blinds were open so she had an excellent view of the star-studded sky. It was a major positive to living on the edge of town, the absence of bright lights.
* "Whoever you are, I certainly hope you’re friendly," Jessa muttered, before closing her eyes, rolling onto her side and willing herself to sleep. For some reason, an excited thrill ran through her system.
* Finally, visitors from the stars. No longer was it a figment of someone’s imagination or something from a science fiction novel. The time had come for them to have contact with another species. That was a sobering thought. The Prime Minister had sent a radio message to the ship. God, I hope the Prime Minister didn’t act like a pompous dick. Jessa snuggled down under the covers, waiting for the touch of sleep. Her mind wandered and she drowsed.
* Her mobile, sitting on the bedside table buzzed and vibrated. Jessa muttered in the dark, groping for the device. She reached out and found the red leather covered item and dragged it to her ears.
* "’lo?"
* "Jessa, it’s me. Seth. Can you come to the office at the telescope? I need you." His voice was excited.
* She squinted. "I was asleep, Seth. Besides which, I’m off duty until Saturday." The room was gloomy and she screwed her face up into a scowl, knowing sleep would probably elude her now. "What could be so important that I need to come in right now?" Jessa pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the side then slipped her feet into her old grey slippers beside the bed.
* "I can’t tell you over the phone."
* "What?" Something was happening. An agitated thrill filled her chest and for an instant her mind warred with the interest that spiked.
* "Jessa…"
* He didn’t need to plead. Jessa was already getting up to hunt out clothes. "Sure. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes."
* "Thanks. You really won’t regret it." The delight in his voice was contagious.
* Jessa hurriedly tapped the end call button.
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Thank you for joining us here today, Galan! It was a pleasure getting to know about you, the story you're in, and your author.
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