Three years ago today, Genevieve Turner and I took you to space for the first time in Star Dust. We introduced you to playboy astronauts and uptight engineers, launched you into orbit, and invited you to boozy bridge parties. Writing this series has been one of the greatest joys of my creative life–and of course we’re not done yet.
If you haven’t picked up Star Dust, it’s free everywhere, including at Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Google Play, and Kobo. And, because I’m a dork, I couldn’t resist designing a logo for the ASD to celebrate and then using it to recreate a key letter from Earth Bound. It’s after the break.
I’ve been meaning to collect the stories I wrote for the Rogue series. Thanks to my ennui about current events, I finally got around to it. Dispatches is collection of three standalone novelettes, and I’m offering it as an exclusive freebie to my mailing list subscribers.
To emphasize: this is previously published work. If you bought Rogue Desire, Rogue Affairs, and Rogue Hearts, you already have these stories. But they’re together along with a few extras for the first time.
Gathering these stories together reminded me that politics, at its best, can be hopeful; it can be where people work in tandem to make things better. If politics is a site that destroys us, it can be a place of power too. And in that way, it’s a lot like love.
I’ll never stop believing that, in the most intimate and elemental way, to choose love is to look to the future. In these stories, falling in love isn’t an escapist fantasy or a turn inward. Instead, these characters take in the hellscape, then turn to each other and say, “Let’s fix it. Together.” It’s a message I need now more than ever.
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So I’ve been teaching myself to play the piano. I took a few years of sullen lessons in childhood, but I was more interested in singing and not terribly gifted at either. I absorbed a handful of musical terms and little else. In college, I moved onto other passions and music lost out in the battle with literature and politics. Then three years ago my parents gifted me a piano, and I realized the baby grand could exist merely so I might dust it once in a while or I could learn to play it.
As with most things, the initial period of learning went wonderfully. If you go from knowing nothing to having mastered one skill, you’ve doubled your knowledge. Hooray! Playing the piano–if one were generous enough to label those efforts “playing”–was gratifying and almost meditative.
But as my (meager) skill improved, I had to face the simple truth: unlike Gershwin, I got no rhythm. Absolutely none. Where my internal ticker should be there is a void.
Smart Bitches Trashy Books had a brilliant rec league today asking for Slytherin-Hufflepuff pairings. I adore this idea because it’s gender neutral, descriptive, involves both (or all) the protagonists (not just the hero), and it gets us out of the alpha-beta framework.
So for fun, I categorized every book I’ve written–all thirteen of them (!!!). Do you think I put everyone in the right house? I could’ve used the sorting hat a few times.
Today we have not one but two Fly Me to the Moon releases, which means I have double Jell-O molds.
First up is Free Fall, a marriage of convenience romance between a reticent space cowboy and a vivacious sorority girl against the backdrop of the first American space walk. It’s a little bit angsty, a lot romantic, and the funniest book in the series (I think). You can buy your copy at Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo, and Google Play, as well as add it to your Goodreads shelves and check out the inspiration board on Pinterest.
I should warn you that Free Fall is a turning point in the series. We’re moving into the back half of the stories we want to tell and introducing readers to new characters and technological challenges. We’re in the late 60s now, and the push to the moon is very real and very dangerous.
Second is the Volume One Box Set, which includes Star Dust, Earth Bound, A Midnight Clear, and a book club supplement. All that–170,000 words of space romance romance–can be yours for just 99 cents until August 15, when the price will go up. You can get it at Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo, and Google Play. Earth Bound has never been on sale before, so it’s the perfect time to get everyone you know into the series.
If you’ve been following me for any length of time, you may remember my interest in sixties food (see here). And you may know that I typically make Jell-O molds for Fly Me to the Moon release days.
Well, this week I was working ahead, trying to devise a Jell-O recipe as fizzy and femme as Vivy from Free Fall, so I made pink lemonade Jell-O with ginger ale and used a lobster mold because…well, why not?
Except no one on Twitter thought it looked like a lobster. At all. You can enjoy all the replies here.
So if you need a laugh, a close up of the phallic crustacean, along with the recipe, is after the break. I’ll have another less explicit Jell-O at the end of July.