Anne Kane for Writers Gone Wild
Series: Shifting Priorities
Confessions of a Sci-Fi Author by Anne Kane
I might as well admit it. I’m not normal. I’m a writer, but then I came to terms with that a long time ago. It means I look at things differently and spend a lot of time wondering why and how come and what if. As a teenager, I wondered how man could achieve interstellar travel with the distances so far apart. I loved numbers, and big complicated calculations, so I’d calculate how long it would take a spaceship to reach another galaxy, and then figure out how many average human lifetimes that would be. Then I’d try to dream up a logical way for humanity to deal with the challenge. I didn’t realize it then, but my passion for writing science fiction and fantasy had already started.
Meteors have always fascinated me. There are millions of them throughout the universe, from tiny granules to huge chunks of frozen debris that have fallen off a comet. They aren’t actually visible to us until they make contact with the Earth’s atmosphere. The heat created by the pressure of the atmosphere causes streaks of light that we see as Meteor showers. Most of the meteors burn up when they hit the atmosphere, but some manage to get through and crash to the earth as meteorites.
When I wrote the first draft of Mating Frenzy, I needed to add a bit of danger to the plot, something beyond the control of the main characters. I’ve used Space pirates and agents of the corrupt government in previous books in this series so I needed to have something new, something the reader hadn’t seen before. I chose to use a meteor storm that arrives soon than predicted.
There have been many famous meteor showers visible throughout the years, most named after the comets that gave birth to them. One of the most common ones visible from the Earth is the Perseid meteor showers, caused by a comet known as Swift-Tuttle. While the visual display is stunning, it is rare for any of the particles to actually reach the earth. Since I live in a rural area, the showers are easily visible from my yard, and I love to watch the bright streaks of light in the sky and wonder where they came from and if any particles are going to survive and land near my home. So far, I haven’t had any luck with that.
When I wrote Mating Frenzy, I mixed a bit of fiction with the facts. The meteor shower had many more large particles than an average one, and a fair number of them made it through the atmosphere. The hero and heroine have to scramble to get their ship off the planet’s surface and out of range of the deadly chunks of falling rock. It gives the hero a chance to show off his ability to control the ship, and gives the reader a few tense moments when they wonder if he’ll be able to dodge all of the incoming projectiles. Do they make it in one piece? Well, you’ll have to read the book to find that out!
Read on for an exciting sneak peak at Anne's newest release:
Title: Mating Frenzy
ISBN : 978-1-60521-329-3
Genres: Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Themes: Shape shifters, Legends
Release Date: January 15rd, 2010
Author:
Anne Kanehttp://www.AnneKane.com
Publisher URL Changeling Press - Erotic Fiction
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Mykael knows that his co-pilot is also his bond-mate, but she refuses to acknowledge it, and his patience is running out. Megan doesn't want to settle down, but she has no problems using the Imperial were-panther to sate her sexual urges. When their ship malfunctions they are forced to land on a primitive planet, where they find themselves exploring more than the unique landscape
EXCERPT:
Megan ran her fingers through Mykael’s thick black fur. She loved the sound of the deep rumbling purrs emanating from his immense chest as she sat on the galley floor beside the massive black panther, finger-feeding him his dinner.
She selected a chunk of raw meat and held it out on the palm of her hand, marveling at how such a large creature could be so gentle. Mykael grasped the chunk between two front teeth, and tossed it up in the air, opening his jaws to let the tidbit fall into his waiting mouth.
Megan reached for another chunk and they repeated the process until the plate was empty. After their first solar cycle together, Mykael had admitted he’d invented the need for her to feed him chunks of raw meat to accustom her to his panther form, but by then she’d grown to enjoy the intimacy of the shared ritual and they’d decided to continue it.
“All gone, you big glutton.” She ruffled the fur behind his ears, and tossed the empty dish into the recycler. “Time for some exercise. Let’s see if an old fellow like you can keep up with me.”
Mykael snarled, showing off a mouth full of sharp white teeth, and Megan laughed. “Yeah. I know. You’re not old. Prove it, then. On your feet.”
Megan enjoyed their daily runs together. They jogged the decks of the ship, he in his panther form and she as human. The exercise kept them both fit when they had to spend extended time in the close confines of the ship.
Mykael let her set the pace tonight, loping along beside her like a giant house pet. She glanced down, admiring the way his sleek muscles flowed smoothly under the black pelt. His massive head came level with her waist and he nudged her gently from time to time as they ran. They worked their way from the bridge deck down to engineering, and were almost back up to the bridge when the ship lurched suddenly to the left, throwing both of them to the deck.
Megan landed heavily on top of the panther, grateful for his quick reflexes that allowed him to position himself to break her fall. She rose shakily to her feet, leaning on the wall for support. The deck still listed on a sharp angle beneath them, and she looked down at Mykael. “What the hell was that?”
His dark eyes reflected her confusion for a second before a wave of magic washed over him, obscuring him from her view while he shifted form. His naked body emerged from the shimmering cloud, and Megan admired the thick ropes of muscle that covered his chest. He was far from being the decrepit old man she liked to tease him about. Following her line of sight, Mykael glanced down and waved his hand impatiently, conjuring up a tight uni-suit.
Megan struggled not to laugh. Completely covered, he looked even sexier than he had standing there naked.
The metal plating of the deck shuddered beneath them as the ship lurched for a second time, and the sound of the engines rose to a shrieking crescendo.
Megan raised her eyebrows. “Well, don’t just stand there. Make yourself useful and go fix whatever it is that’s making that Goddess- forsaken racket. You don’t think I keep you around for your looks, do you?”
He had the audacity to laugh. “Actually, I do. That and the fact that I let you run your fingers through my fur.”
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