Author Alexandra
Christian stopped by to share her latest book, which was released April 13, 2017.
BLURB:
Librarian
at one of Earth's last paper libraries, Phoebe Addison is about to have a
romantic and interplanetary adventure wilder than anything she's ever read.
OUT OF THE STACKS
Librarian Phoebe Addison has lived her entire
life within a seventy-five mile radius of her small Louisiana town, but when
she receives a strange medallion from her adventurous, off-world sister,
reality tilts toward the bizarre. Everything Phoe thought she knew is…well,
wrong. Dead wrong. But bone-numbing fear has no place in this brave new
world—nor by the side of the dangerous, exquisite man who saves her life.
…AND INTO THE FIRE
Following the tragic slaughter of his family,
operative Macijah “Cage” St. John understands evil in a way no man ever should.
He traded happiness for a magnificent and terrible power, and fate isn’t done
with him yet. He wasn’t looking for comfort. He didn’t need tenderness. But
today he’ll play hero to a damsel in distress, and his quest will deliver him
to the uncanny Martian colony of New London—and his heart to the demure Phoebe
Addison. The bookish beauty’s hidden talents and deep abiding love just might
save Cage from himself
Excerpt from Phoenix Rising: NAKED
Caught in the Rain
There is no situation that
can’t be made worse with the addition of heavy rain. Phoebe stumbled down the
path behind St. John, her sensible pumps sinking into the squishy ground with
every step. His long-legged strides weren’t particularly fast, but she was
practically running to catch up. She was also trying to pull a bulky suitcase
behind her without much luck. Finally she ran over a large rock, tipping the
case over and taking her with it. She sat down hard on the wet ground, the
standing water in the grass splashing up and peppering her with a spray of
muddy freckles. “Damnit!” she cried, wanting to throw herself down and have a
kicking and screaming tantrum. Instead she took off one of her shoes and threw
it as hard as she could. It whizzed past St. John’s ear, and he finally turned.
“Problem?” he asked,
strolling back toward where she sat in the grass.
“Can you slow down a minute,
please?” Her tone was teetering on annoyance. Couldn’t he see that she was
having trouble? So much for the politeness of the British.
He stared down at her, his
arms crossed over his chest. “Actually, no. We need to get as far away from
that crash site as soon as possible and you to that spaceport so I can be on my
way.” He looked over the assortment of
items that had fallen out of the case as it tipped over. “Got any trainers in
there?”
Phoebe looked up at him like
he had suddenly lapsed into Chinese. “What?”
“Trainers. Shoes. Like shoes
you wear for running.”
“Oh. Not really, no.”
“Jeans? A jumper?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d be
trekking through the forest,” she replied, taking his offered hand and letting
him pull her upright. She limped over to where she had thrown her shoe,
searching the grass.
“Is there anything in there
that’s helpful or important?”
“Well of course,” she
replied. “My clothes and toothbrush… anti-bac hand lotion…” She continued
listing off all of the things as she pulled her discarded shoe back on. Heaving
a sigh, he grabbed the suitcase and slung it as hard as he could over the
ravine.
“What are you doing?” She
could feel the pressure of angry tears behind her eyes as she watched all of
her worldly possessions take a header down the bank, spilling her delicates
over the dirty ground. How dare he have such disregard for her personal
property! Not to mention that the items in that suitcase were her security
blankets. There might not be anything of value or anything “helpful,” but there
were things she needed! A picture of her family, her allergy medicine… her copy
of Gone With the Wind. Phoebe started to run after the case, but St.
John held her back. She beat her fists against his arms and chest. “Let me go!
That’s my stuff! I need it!”
“Your stuff is slowing us down. Look, I said I would help you, but I’m
not a bellhop or a hero! If you’re going with me, you play by my rules.” He looked up into the sky and let her go.
“Come on… it’s nearly dawn.”
She watched him go, starting
to reconsider her pleas for his help and then realizing that she had little choice
but to follow him. They were now so far off the beaten path that she’d never
find her way out. Steeling her jaw and giving a last glance back to where he’d
thrown her suitcase, she started walking. Despite his growling, he did slow the
pace a little so that she could keep up.
As they walked on and on, the
trees rose up around them in an ominous canopy that nearly obliterated the
early morning light of dawn. She could hear the stream that ran along beside
them at the bottom of the ravine. It was hard to believe in their world that
places such as this still even existed. It was almost desolate, but beautiful.
Watching him as they walked, she slowly realized that St. John seemed almost as
distressed as she felt. By now they’d been walking for hours, and in that time
he’d become increasingly irritable. After several attempts at conversation,
Phoebe had just given up and walked beside him silently. But his mood was
starting to make her worry even more than she had been already.
“So… you don’t really seem
like the normal space traveler,” he said, surprising her by breaking the
silence. St. John shifted the backpack from one shoulder to the other. “What’s
taking you to New London?”
“What? Oh… yes. My sister,”
she replied. “I’m going to visit her.”
“Interesting,” he replied
blandly.
Her heart pounded in her
chest. She didn’t fully trust St. John and wasn’t sure that she should reveal
her true intentions. Anyone could be working for Machine. Maybe he had been
sent to keep an eye on her. Phoe was a fan of James Bond, so she had spent many
an hour watching spy movies. He could be some kind of operative that was just
waiting for an opportunity to steal the medallion and leave her broken body in
the woods. And of course there was the werewolf thing. “Not really. I mean…
it’s just a visit.”
“Well considering that no one
really lives on the space colony unless they’re either filthy rich or a
scientist of some sort. Judging by your clothes, you don’t appear to be
particularly wealthy. So that leaves scientist.”
“She’s an archaeologist,”
Phoebe answered. “She works for the Interplanetary Union, looking for natural
resources and such. I’m a librarian.”
“I didn’t know those existed
anymore. Libraries, I mean.”
“In small towns mostly, I
suppose. I mean, I used to work for a digital archive in New Orleans, but I… I
didn’t really like it there.” She bit down on her lip, wishing she could take
it back. Her brain whirred, already constructing the story that she would tell
him when he asked why she’d left New Orleans. Everyone asked why.
To her surprise, St. John
just nodded, glancing toward the lightening sky again.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” he parroted.
“Well… what do you do?”
“I… I’m not really sure how
to describe what I do. I’m a problem solver, I guess.” Given the things Phoe saw in his backpack,
his problem solving skills must involve heavy artillery.
AUTHOR BIO
Alexandra Christian is an
author of mostly romance with a speculative slant. Her love of Stephen King and
sweet tea has flavored her fiction with a Southern Gothic sensibility that
reeks of Spanish moss and deep fried eccentricity. As one-half of the writing
team at Little Red Hen Romance, she’s committed to bringing exciting stories
and sapiosexual love monkeys to intelligent readers everywhere. Lexx also likes
to keep her fingers in lots of different pies having written everything from
sci-fi and horror to Sherlock Holmes adventures. Her alter-ego, A.C. Thompson,
is also the editor of the highly successful Improbable Adventures of Sherlock
Holmes series of anthologies.
A
self-proclaimed “Southern Belle from Hell,” Lexx is a native South Carolinian
who lives with an epileptic wiener dog and her husband, author Tally Johnson.
Her long-term aspirations are to one day be a best-selling authoress and
part-time pinup girl. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Broad
Universe—an organization that supports female authors of speculative
fiction. Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
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