Louise Wise (also writes as T E Kessler): best science fiction

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Saturday, 18 January 2025

Jelvia: Not Human series #scifibooks #alienhero

Celebrating the Completion of the Jelvia: Not Human Series!

To mark the conclusion of the Jelvia: Not Human series, I’m thrilled to unveil a brand new cover for the first book, Holding Out for a Hero. This fresh look symbolises the journey we’ve embarked on from the very beginning, and what a ride it has been!


The final book in the series, 'Til Forever Falls Apart, is set for release spring 2025. Brace yourselves for an explosive conclusion to this epic saga. I recommend having tissues at hand, along with a quiet room, a glass of Pinot, and a box of chocolates as you dive into the final chapters of this thrilling journey.

Stay tuned, and thank you for joining me on this incredible adventure.


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Thursday, 28 December 2023

How far would you go to stay alive? Before you judge, read her story in Eden.

Eden

by
Louise Wise




Snippet from Chapter Three

There was no more shouting. All was quiet and peaceful. Jenny opened her eyes, and as awareness caught up, she flipped to her side and looked to the top. With dread, she rose and scrambled to the summit. It felt like a mountain.

Expecting to find Bodie and Matt dead, their bodies ripped in a frenzy under the clawed hands of the alien, she was relieved to see the men and the buggies were gone.

A glint of sunlight reflecting on something in the sky caught her eye. The buggies, now small space shuttles, were journeying back to Taurus as if being hauled back up by an invisible string.

Jenny climbed into her buggy. With shaking hands, she pressed the controls; nothing happened. She spoke into the transmitter but remembered that Kate was malfunctioning.

Her buggy was utterly immobilised.

‘Shit,’ she said or tried to say. Instead, her voice was nothing but a rasp. It felt sore, but ignoring it, she pressed more buttons on the screen display. She pumped the accelerator, but nothing happened. She couldn’t even close the buggy; instead, it remained open-topped.

She climbed back out, her hands on her head as panic held her in its grip. She looked at the sky and saw a glint of light reflecting off one of the buggies.

It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s OK. Breathe, Jenny, breathe.

She touched her throat. It was so sore, and she suspected she had alien finger marks around her throat. But she had a bigger problem in the shape of a huge alien creature with clawed, humanlike hands. She glanced around her. There was no sign of it. Surely it would’ve returned to ensure she was dead after chasing off the men.

Unless it’d gained access to one of the buggies and was heading towards Taurus.

The thought was unwelcome and quickly dismissed. Kate was programmed to destroy an intruder immediately.

But she wasn’t working.

She closed her eyes briefly. She couldn’t think that way. The alien’s body would be cast out into space when it tried to gain entry.

She climbed back inside the buggy. She’d be OK. Bodie or Matt would realise she’d been left behind. One of them would override Kate to get her vehicle operational. She’d wait.

She looked upward at the now empty blue sky.

Won’t be long now, she thought.

Around her, all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. It was a lonely sound. She sat for a long time with her head tilted back, looking up at the sky’s vastness and emptiness.


But did you know there was a book two? 
Check out Hunted!

 


Monday, 14 August 2023

We’ve been oblivious to the invasion for years, but now we’re waking up. #booktok #alienromance #bookseries #wakeup #scifi #bookworm



Jelvia: Not Human #5

Nemesis

 

Li Jing knew human memories could be manipulated from an early age. 

And that was proved when alien spaceships influenced the minds of the world by taking up residence undeterred in the Atlantic and Arctic Oceans. 

They became known as the Jelvian Islands. 

But to Li Jing, they were hideous spaceships.

 

Then realising that Jelvias have also succumbed to the manipulation of their controller, making them believe they are part of humanity, she gathers a team to ‘wake up’ the world. 

But time and again, their group is branded as fanatics, and Li Jing begins to run out of steam. Then she finds an unconscious Jelvia. She chains him up and nurses him back to health.

 She’s going to ‘wake up’ him up instead.

T E Kessler



 




Thursday, 30 May 2019

What if your perfect man wasn't human? #hot #romance 🔥🔥 #hero #romance for #women @eroticaforall ‏ #LoveLines #LustyMondayLit #otk



 Jelvia: Not Human #1
HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO

Jelvias have lived alongside us since time began—or that’s what we’ve been made to believe.



Some of us are waking up to the invisible technology that’s fogged our brains by distorting the truth and holding us in check under a blanket of fear.

But there aren’t many of us, and those that question the timeline of the Jelvia usually end up dead.

I’m Macy Shaw, and I’m one of the few who have woken up. But, strangely, I honestly believe that Jelvias are also being duped.



I aim to find the truth but who will listen to a small-time celebrity reporter such as me—except my boss, who gives me the job of a lifetime:


Narcifer, the Jelvian Lothario, woo him, seduce him, get a story.



I’d do anything to get a Jelvia story.



I just want to stay alive long enough to tell it.



Contains adult material.

Over 18 only.

Thursday, 31 May 2018

Enjoy the research process of novel writing with Sue Bentley. Also... win a signed copy of WE OTHER!! #win #freebook #WeOther .@suebentleywords #blogtour #fantasy #lowfantasy #scifi #research #darkfantasy #YA .@rararesources


by
Sue Bentley
author of
WE OTHER
Luckily I love research – sometimes, a little too much. It can be so fascinating that I can happily get absorbed in it for hours and get no work done on my WIP. I’ve learned to discipline myself.

I do extensive research while building my characters and their backgrounds. I like to plot quite a lot of the book before I begin writing. In that respect I’m a plotter more than a panster, but if a book goes off in a more interesting direction when I get stuck into it, I’ll go with it. In the same way, if a character starts doing unexpected things as I get to know them better and the result is more drama and tension than I’d planned, I’ll allow them to lead me down a different path to the one I was expecting.

For me, writing’s like going on a journey and then getting side-tracked. It can turn into a bit of a muddle. But I’ve discovered roads and by-ways, I never expected to find. And somehow, or other, the book turns out all right in the end.

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This is because writing is an art. For me there’s no absolute right or definite way to approach it. We all find our way through the tangled woods of a long book. It’s not a straight concrete road from start to finish. Every book throws up new challenges. The only thing one can be certain of, is that writing doesn’t get any easier. I’ve learned to accept there will be good and bad days. A bad writing day, can turn into a great opportunity to do some research.

I might need to know something in particular, perhaps about a poison, which has a specific effect. (As I needed for my WIP, entitled Second Skin, just completed.) I’ll research it by looking on-line and/ or checking one of my hundreds of books; one day the house will sink under the weight of all the books I own. I’m after ideas, not accuracy as I don’t write non-fiction. I particularly enjoy researching history, especially the fine detail of how people in the past lived. What they ate, what they wore, how they earned their living. Politics of the day, dry lists of dates, and which monarch was on the throne, interests me only in so as far as they affected people living at the time.

I write fantasy, sometimes side-by-side with a contemporary setting – as in We Other. So I’ll choose what to discard and what is useful. For the poison for example, I took an element from a number of different herbs, blended them into something to suit my requirements, and named it sleep-weed - which is self-explanatory.

I know of writers who travel widely while doing research. They need to see and experience the areas they visit, perhaps smell the spices of some exotic market or describe the velvet star-studded night over a dessert. I make such journeys in my imagination, although I might draw on my love of folklore and interest in different cultures. It might suit a story to take elements of life in medieval Europe and blend it with aspects of early Native American culture. The most interesting things often happen at the interface when cultures collide.

Most things I write contain an element of fantasy, even if it’s a contemporary novel. I make things up, sometimes entire worlds and cultures. So the sky’s the limit for my imagination, but everyone needs a starting point. That’s where research comes in.

You can find out anything. If you truly need expert advice, find an expert to speak to. Or look at the books the experts use. Need to find out how to deal with a maggot-ridden wound or safely amputate a limb? Consult a nursing manual or ask a friendly surgeon. Want to know about Police procedures? Buy the Police Training Manual. You often hear people advising writers to, ‘write about what they know.’ To that, I’d add – write about what you can find out. Research for me, doesn’t mute a good plotline, it provides the details that enhance it. And it can lead to completely new strands of the story, or become the focus of a dramatic scene.

During research, I often find golden nuggets of detail, which add a whiff of authenticity to my writing. For example it was once fashionable to wear heavily powdered wigs, have a heavily powdered white face and dust little circles of rouge on one’s cheeks. Rouge was expensive, so to display one’s wealth, a liberal covering would be used. Apparently the Empress Josephine’s face resembled a ripe tomato. 

Thank you for hosting me for the We Other blog tour. I enjoyed looking more closely into the subject of research.

Introducing…
We Other 
Family secrets, changelings, and fairies you never want to meet on a dark night.
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Jess Morgan’s life has always been chaotic.
When a startling new reality cannot be denied, it’s clear that everything she believed about herself is a lie. She is linked to a world where humans – ‘hot-bloods’ – are disposable entertainment.
Life on a run-down estate – her single mum’s alcoholism and violent boyfriend – become the least of Jess’s worries.
Sue Bentley discovered a love of books at an early age. She worked for Northamptonshire Libraries for many years, while teaching herself the craft of writing. She is the author of the worldwide bestselling Magic Kitten, Magic Puppy, Magic Ponies, Magic Bunny series for age 5-9 years. She also writes for children and adults under various pen names. A lover of English Folklore, her books often contain elements of the otherworld and the darkness within the everyday. Her books have been translated into around 20 languages. We Other is her first book for Young Adults.
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Monday, 9 October 2017

Described as a 'hillbilly Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy' and definitely not for children! .@roberteggleton1 #android #scifi #adutbooks


Rarity from the Hollow
by
Robert Eggleton

Lacy Dawn's father relives the Gulf War, her mother's teeth are rotting out, and her best friend is murdered by the meanest daddy on Earth.
Life in the hollow is hard.
She has one advantage -- an android was inserted into her life and is working with her to cure her parents. But, he wants something in exchange.
It's up to her to save the Universe.
Lacy Dawn doesn't mind saving the universe, but her family and friends come first.

Rarity from the Hollow is adult literary science fiction filled with tragedy, comedy and satire. A Children’s Story. For Adults. 

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 Half of author proceeds are donated to Children’s Home Society of West Virginia for the prevention of child maltreatment

Excerpt from chapter 32

Rarity from the Hollow
 “The First Sexual Harassment Complaint on Shptiludrp”
Scene Prologue: Lacy Dawn, the eleven year old protagonist, is a most unlikely savior of the universe. An android named DotCom (a recurring pun in the story) was sent to Earth to recruit and train Lacy to fulfill her destiny. She changed the android’s name to “Bucky” to cover-up its true nature, assembled and prepared a team to diagnose and address the threat, and took her team to planet Shptiludrp (Shop Until You Drop), a giant shopping mall and the center of economic governance for the universe. The following scene is the team’s first meeting with the Manager of the Mall and takes place in the only high rise office building on the planet, now easily identifiable as Trump Tower.   
 ~
…Lacy Dawn scanned across a desk larger than her bedroom and lowered her gaze until just above the desk top. In an oversized swivel chair behind the desk sat a humanoid…. Mr. Prump stood up…. He extended a small hand with six fingers, each of which had at least two overly large golden rings.
“It's very nice to meet you, Lacy Dawn,” he ignored the others….
“He looks almost just like that short guy on those taxi cab reruns,” Dwayne whispered. “What’s that actor’s name?” (Dwayne, Lacy’s father, is an Iraq War damaged Vet who suffered from PTSD, night terrors and anger outbursts until cured by the android since he had refused treatment by the VA hospital. Dwayne, an expert used car salesman, plays an important role on the team and worked very hard to save the universe in an effort to achieve Lacy’s forgiveness for his past abusive behaviors.)
“Shhhh,” Lacy Dawn glared.
“I have a complaint to make,” Lacy said to Mr. Prump.
“Oh?” Mr. Prump sat down, opened a drawer, and shoved a form across his desk in her direction. “Please call me Mr. Prump.”
Hospitality has been extended to her entourage.
The form ran out of momentum half-way across the desk. Lacy Dawn extended and retracted because it stopped well short of her reach.
That's too far regardless of obligatory respect.
“I was not aware of any dissatisfaction of any type, sir,” Bucky reverted to his role as DotCom in the presence of his long-term authority figure. Lacy Dawn gave him The Look and trumped.
“Your elevator operator just told me that I have a nice ass,” she said.
Dwayne started for the office exit to get the offender. Lacy Dawn pushed him toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. Tom grabbed Dwayne’s arm. (Tom is Lacy’s neighbor. He is a wealthy “back to the land” marijuana dealer who relocated to The Hollow when he concluded that city life aggravated his Bipolar Disorder.) Then, Tom and Lacy Dawn had to restrain Bucky’s attempt to go after the offender. 
Lacy and Jenny stood alone in front of the desk while the males sat. Jenny moved to her daughter's side. (Jenny is Lacy’s formerly downtrodden mother whose self-esteem had been enhanced after the android had replaced her rotting teeth with new ones.) Brownie growled. So did Bucky. (Brownie is the family mutt and the only member of the team with enough empathy skills to communicate with, at this point in the story, vile invaders of the universe.)….
Mr. Prump shoved another form in her direction with the same result. The complaint forms were the only papers on the desk….
“Tree says that to me all the time,” the receptionist said from the doorway. “Would anybody like something to drink or a snack?”
Nobody responded except Mr. Prump. He extended a cup that had been on his desk, but the gesture was ignored.
"That's different, you…" Tom started but Lacy Dawn's look cut him short.
“The females of those people got no figures at all -- straight up and down,” the receptionist said. “I wouldn’t take it personally, Lacy. All males from that planet become infatuated with any curve on any body that they think is female. He's a nice person once you get to know him.”
“Regardless, it was inappropriate for him to tell me that I have a nice ass.”
“Yeah,” her team said in unison. DotCom was the loudest except for Brownie’s bark followed by another growl.
“I ought to kick his ass for talking trash to my little girl,” Dwayne said.
I'm such a juvenile.
Lacy glared at him again.
“Sorry,” Dwayne hung his head.
“Further,” Lacy Dawn continued. “I'm not about to do business with any planet that permits the sexual harassment of its visitors or employees to go undisciplined.”
Jenny sat down.
“Yeah,” the receptionist said.
Mr. Prump sank deeper into his seat….
“I’m never going to sit on your lap again unless I want to,” the receptionist said. “And, as for anything else, you can just forget it from now on unless you take care of this. Take care of the whole problem on the whole planet -- equal respect for all people -- within their financial means, of course.”
“Take a memo to Division Managers with a copy to All Staff.”
Lacy Dawn stood alone before the desk. He dictated the memo and she listened.
It's pretty good. There's procedure for making sexual harassment complaints, investigation, due process, and penalty.
“That’s all for now. I'll contact you tomorrow to begin negotiation of terms,” she said.
Mr. Prump asked her what time but she didn't answer. Lacy Dawn had concluded her first meeting with the most powerful being in the universe and had beaten him in negotiations.

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“The most enjoyable science fiction novel I have read in years.”
Temple Emmet Williams, Author, former editor for Reader’s Digest


“Quirky, profane, disturbing… In the space between a few lines we go from hardscrabble realism to pure sci-fi/fantasy. It’s quite a trip.”
    Evelyn Somers, The Missouri Review

. "…a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy…what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse…tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…profound…a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy." -- Awesome Indies (Gold Medal)

“…sneaks up you and, before you know it, you are either laughing like crazy or crying in despair, but the one thing you won’t be is unmoved…a brilliant writer.” --Readers’ Favorite (Gold Medal)

“Rarity from the Hollow is an original and interesting story of a backwoods girl who saves the Universe in her fashion. Not for the prudish.” —Piers Anthony, New York Times bestselling author

“…Good satire is hard to find and science fiction satire is even harder to find.” -- The Baryon Review

"…Brilliant satires such as this are genius works of literature in the same class as Orwell’s 'Animal Farm.' I can picture American Lit professors sometime in the distant future placing this masterpiece on their reading list." -- Marcha’s Two-Cents Worth

"…I know this all sounds pretty whack, and it is, but it's also quite moving. Lacy Dawn and her supporting cast - even Brownie, the dog - are some of the most engaging characters I've run across in a novel in some time…."  -- Danehy-Oakes, Critic whose book reviews often appear in the New York Review of Science Fiction

"… The author gives us much pause for thought as we read this uniquely crafted story about some real life situations handled in very unorthodox ways filled with humor, sarcasm, heartfelt situations and fun." -- Fran Lewis: Just Reviews/MJ Magazine





Thursday, 5 October 2017

Amazing post-apocalyptic novel by .@TiffanyRobertsF #mustread #excerpt #scifi #fantasy

DUSTWALKER


A SYNTH SEARCHING FOR PURPOSE…

Walk. Scavenge. Destroy. Trade. A simple cycle that’s suited Ronin for one hundred and eighty-five years. With no clear grasp of his programming, the barren wasteland known as The Dust offers him purpose, a place where his armored undercasing, amped-up processors, and advanced optics can be put to use. The ramshackle towns on the edges of the waste serve merely as resupply stations between increasingly long treks. But one night — one human woman — makes him question everything.

A WOMAN WHO BRINGS HIM TO LIFE…

Lara Brooks struggles to survive under the strict rules imposed by the bots in Cheyenne. With her sister missing, she’s been on her own for weeks, and fears the worst. Her only hope comes from Ronin, a bot she catches spying on her. He promises to provide for Lara and search for her sister. All she has to do is dance. It should be easy; she’s done it before. But the longer she spends with Ronin, the harder it is to see him as just another bot.

A SANCTUARY HIDING DARK SECRETS…

In a city where humans are relegated to live in squalor, Ronin discovers a threat greater than any in the Dust — Warlord, Cheyenne’s tyrannical leader. When Ronin ignores the rules, he unwittingly puts Lara in danger. Warlord is as intolerant of disrespect as he is of mankind.


EXCERPT

DUSTWALKER

Lara grasped the edges of the large board and heaved. Rock, dirt, and debris tumbled from it as it rose. She shoved it backward. It kicked up a thick cloud of dust when it landed, which was, swiftly carried away by the wind. Crouching over the exposed rubble — bits of splintered wood, rusted metal, and broken ceramic — she sifted through it with her fingers.
“Well, what did you think you’d find?” she asked herself, sitting back on her heels, and ran her gaze over the nearby crumbled buildings. The ruins of another world surrounded her, blanketed in a thick layer of dirt.
A drop of sweat trickled between her breasts. Though the cloth wrapped around her head and body protected her skin from the sun, it couldn’t keep out the heat. If it weren’t for the stinging bits of sand carried on the frequent guests of wind, she’d tear the sweat-dampened fabric off.
“What the hell’s left to find in this trash heap?”
Her sister’s voice replied from the depths of her memory.
There’s always something to find, so let’s make it a game. Whoever finds the best treasure gets a larger portion.
Tabitha had always been good at distracting Lara in little ways, suggesting games and competitions to mask the truth of their situation. And, regardless of who found the best items, she always gave Lara the larger share of food. Whether Lara liked it or not, scavenging was the only way to find things the bots deemed valuable. Otherwise, she’d have nothing to eat at all.
“Damn bots.” Lara swiped at the debris, knocking aside pebbles and dust. Thinking about Tabitha sent a worried pang through her chest; she hadn’t seen her sister in almost two months.
She picked through the rubble, tossing every bit of metal she found into her bag. The pieces were small, and in poor shape, but they’d at least be worth something. Still, after hours in the relentless sun, she’d hoped for something more significant.
The soft clink of a rock against a piece of ceramic gave her pause. She picked up one of the shards and turned it over. Though faded with time and wear, the blue pattern on it was still visible — it was part of a flower. Carefully, she brushed away the loose layer of dirt atop the ground, revealing more pieces with the same coloring.
Once, each piece had been part of a larger whole. Bowls, plates, and cups, each beautiful in its own right. What good were they now? They weren’t worth the dust they lay in.
Lara was about to toss the large shard back, but the pattern caught her eye again. She’d only ever seen flowers in pictures, and even those were difficult to find. She tucked the shard into a fold of cloth around her waist, away from anything that might damage it further.
More digging yielded a few more items; two rusted forks and three spoons joined the scrap in her bag. Moving aside a smaller plank of rotted wood, she found a solid piece of glass. She tugged on it. The resistance told her it was much larger than she’d thought.


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