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This story unfolds on Belterra, an Earth-like planet set in a time reminiscent of the old American Wild West, around 1880. Long ago, the ancients brought humans to this planet. There were only four tribes: the warriors of magic, the spiritual soul keepers, the brilliant but unscrupulous scientists, and the strong, brutal, but efficient soldiers. However, with decades of intermingling, numbers have dwindled, and only the strongest, most forceful of each tribe have survived. Is it natural selection? Or is it fixed? This story follows the first two books, Belterra and Dark Return. You can blame my father for this sci-fi/romance/fantasy/western mash-up. We used to watch cowboys on TV together.
Saddle up for something different, Cowboy!
The Invitation
“Miss Katherine must understand,” bellowed George Powers, Bellwood's large, imposing sheriff. He was a descendant of the old Soldier Guard of Eastwood, the once respected peacekeepers of the territory. Once an elected position, the sheriff’s position is now inherited, passed from father to eldest son.
“The economy is extremely tight at this time,” the sheriff continued. “Most households simply cannot afford to take in another person. And everybody knows Miss Katy Westwind has quite a reputation. Very outspoken. Overly educated for a woman of her station in life. And extremely headstrong.”
Powers held his head with both hands for dramatic effect. “Who in his right mind would purposely want to assume that kind of headache, responsibility, and aggravation without at least a decent dowry?”
“But because of the failing health of our esteemed citizen and noted healer Barton Westwind, who is loved by all, and in acknowledgement of his decades of service to our community in the healing arts, and the fact there are no other living Westwind relatives left in the area, or maybe anywhere in the world, I am willing to take Miss Katherine into my household as requested by her father.
“Of course, I do have a few stipulations. I would insist that Miss Katherine resign from all endeavors outside her assigned household duties at Powers House. I would expect her to refrain from her numerous public speaking engagements that do nothing more than rile up our womenfolk and make them irritable, dissatisfied, and hard to handle. And I would also have to insist upon the deed to the Westwind family home. Maybe renting it out would help me offset the cost of having another person to clothe, feed, and house in these lean and bitter times.”
“And where is my very ill, highly esteemed father supposed to live out his days while you are renting out our family home, Sheriff Powers? Under the bridge, perhaps, with the rats and the trolls?” answered the small-framed, fiery blonde Katy Westwind.
“Miss Katherine, is your father not here to speak for you?” blinked George Powers
“Mr. Powers, I think my father may have already spoken too much for me, sir, if he asked you to take me into your household without first discussing it with me.”
“Do you see what I mean?” Sheriff Powers chuckled as he looked around the Council chamber at the other members. “May I remind you, Miss Katherine, you are not getting any younger. Female beauty fades very quickly after fifteen or sixteen. And I do not see any other Council representative here willing to take you in.”
There was laughter and a low murmur throughout the Council chamber as George Powers puffed out his chest and grinned.
“I’ll take her,” came a voice from the last row. Everyone turned around to see where the voice came from. A tall, slim, impeccably dressed gentleman stood.
“Harper Ross of Ross House, of the Northford Family House of Science. I have known Miss Katherine since primary school. We are the same age, so I don’t feel she’s too old for anything. We were classmates. Katy is indeed very bright and well-educated for any station in life. I do not fear wise women. In fact, I like them.
“Ross House is large with plenty of room. If you, Miss Katherine, would like to come live with me, you are most welcome. You can invite your father to come and live out his remaining days with you, with us, if you wish. Renting out the Westwind House does seem to be a prudent and profitable idea in these challenging economic times. But I would assume no controlling interest over Westwind House. I would leave it in your very capable hands and act only as your advisor when requested.
“I would not ask you to change your habits, schedule, or prominent position in this community as a voice of reason and equality.
“Miss Katherine, would you consider moving into Ross House, not as a servant, but as my…companion?” Harper asked.
“Thank you, Mr. Ross, for your kind and timely offer. It is very much appreciated. I would like to know what exactly you require of me as ‘your companion’ before I can make a rational decision.”
“May we discuss this in private, Miss Katherine?” A blushing Harper asked as he looked down at the floor before him.
“Of course, Mr. Ross. You may call upon me at Westwind House at your convenience.”
Note from the author:
This story began its life on Vella, Amazon’s short-lived but innovative and exciting episodic reading platform, where episodes were released gradually, instead of the whole book at once. Authors could add little notes to their audience as they went along. I kept the author’s notes in this particular story because I realize most of you have not read Belterra and Dark Return. I am hoping these little nuggets of insight will help you enjoy Harper Ross.
Personally, I enjoyed the Vella platform. It works well in other countries. But sadly, it didn’t work out well here. So, I turned my eight Vella stories into eBooks, paperbacks, and audiobooks.
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Two strange cousins kidnap the CEO of pharmaceutical company because they believe she is an alien. (She is odd, yes. But, is she an alien? They have no proof.) Not only do they think she’s an alien, but they think a giant alien spaceship is coming on the lunar full moon to take over the planet and kill all the human being because they are basically violent, awful people.
So, they chain her up in the basement and share her head, and smear antihistamine cream all over her body so she cannot telepathicly contact her spaceship. It was here I wanted to change the channel. But my husband said he wanted to see it.
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Ambassador Tull Redmond is seeking a quick ride home to Earth after concluding her twenty-year mission as a peace negotiator. All she wants is peace, quiet, and to be left alone. She boards the Earth Starship Giuseppe Verdi with its questionable leader, Captain Ben Jacobs, anyway. It's the fastest way home.
Her quarters has a full bath, a space view window, and a large, real bed! How bad could this rule-breaking, authority-defying Captain Casanova be? High Council hates him, true, but his crew loves him.
Surely, she's too old and tired to be drawn into this bad boy of the quadrant's personal circus.
Will Ambassador Redmond get the quiet, uneventful ride home she craves?
Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B074569BDY
Available in Kindle format, paperback, and audiobook.
Excerpt:
Captain Jacobs? Sir, big news. Ambassador Tull Redmond is meeting us at Bridgeport Seven tomorrow and will join us as our passenger all the way to Earth,” said second-in-command Commander Zack Mankewitz of the Earth Starship Giuseppe Verdi.
“Ambassador Redmond,” repeated the captain. “Oh, I’ve heard of him, Commander. He’s that peace, love, and hope guy. He’s the most successful intergalactic mediator in this quadrant. Wow, my very first five-star passenger. Yes, that is big news. I’m glad I didn’t miss him. High Council’s never trusted me with a bigwig before.”
“Yes, sir. I know.”
“So, the ambassador and I will be going home to Earth at the same time. Well, I’m not sure the Ambassador is Earthite, I just assumed. Is he retiring, too, I wonder?
“Well, sort of. From what I heard, the ambassador refused to sign another ten-year contract, so resigning from intergalactic mediation is the only other option. You two are lucky ducks.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it, Commander. It’s plain, old-fashioned endurance. Any special dietary requests? I heard the ambassador was a vegan.”
“No. No special food requests, but a full bathroom in quarters, and the ambassador is a woman. She’s also requested a room with a space view.”
“You’re kidding me? I’ve seen him, eh, her, from a distance. Short, pale, plump, light-colored hair slicked back or something. Hair was hardly noticeable. Wears a big, long, hooded, monk-like robe. Kind of like a round beige ball. A non-sexual being.”
“Does that matter?”
“No, I guess not. The ambassador gets the job done. A full bath and a view, huh? Well, there is only one accommodation like that aboard this ship, and that’s mine. Damn. My first five-star passenger and she boots me out of my quarters. Oh, well. Go ahead and assign her to Captain’s Quarters, Commander."
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Darrell Hannah plays astronaut/city official in the mayor’s office who is chilling in her performance, which pulls together this series about “giant six-foot insect aliens who want to take over The Earth”.
Gil Bellows is a cranky archaeologist who uncovers the alien plot and sets out to save humanity.
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Chris Underwood
Galena, Ohio
USA
Good morning, Chris, and welcome to Vision and Verse.
What have you written?
I have a humorous murder mystery, which I have converted to a screenplay and won some awards: The Creatures of Holden Beach…And the murder they did NOT Commit!
I also have a 4-book Disaster Fiction Series about a cyber attack on the Niagara Falls power grid in the wintertime called The Cold Winter. My heroes eventually join a minuteman militia to fight back with vintage military equipment because modern machinery cannot be trusted. The series straddles the genres of Dystopian Future and Historical Fiction.
What is your favorite genre to write?
I bounce around a little, as you can see above, but humor is my fallback. I try to toss some in there every now and then.
Favorite food.
Pizza!
Tea or coffee?
Coffee!
Pizza or ice cream?
What's wrong with both?
Wine or beer or soda or what?
I do NA beer now.
Where would you like to visit?
Caribbean Islands. Extended stay.
Favorite musical artist.
Meatloaf!
What?
Instrumental Jazz and hip hop. It's got to have a beat and minimal words
What makes you laugh?
The world.
Favorite work of art or sculpture.
Historical buildings and structures.
How old were you when you started writing?
3rd grade.
Or just write?
I do a general outline and I stray often but the outline still gives me structure. I update the outline midway through and it helps a lot at that point, after the bugs are worked out.
Describe your perfect evening.
Writing with some music and a nice view. A chapter started ahead of time and needing finished.
Where do you get your inspiration?
I find it in everyday things. But also, I volunteer with vintage military groups, so conversations and sights can really get the wheels turning.
What do you do when you get writer's block?
Actually, I haven’t had that. I’ve had wasted junk writing, but no blank page issues.
Who is your favorite author?
Clive Cussler, Ian Fleming, Hemingway.
Best book you ever read.
Not sure I can put a finger on that one.
Last book you read.
The Last Hitman by Robin Yocum.
What would you do for a living if you weren’t a writer?
Program computers, woodworking.
Who is the one person who has influenced
your personal life the most, and why?
My dad did a lot for me. He's still watching,
I’m sure.
If you could sit down and have a conversation with ONE person, living or dead, real or fictional, who would it be and why?
Jesus.
What advice would you give someone who aspires to be a writer?
Write. Don’t just talk about it. Join a writers club and submit some chapters for critique.
Put it out there.
The Cold Winter Grid-Down Series (4 book series) Kindle Edition
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