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Book one of the all new Star Empire Series!
But, Lea, what about the Prophecy Series? Will you write anymore about our favorite Matirans?
Yes! I absolutely will continue that series, too. My time's been taken up by these other two projects, but I'm looking forward to getting back to Collision. In fact, here's an excerpt for you.
Collision begins when Flora and Fander meet as children (they are ten and eleven years old respectively). Fander is the grandson of the Anferthian ambassador to Earth. If you read Prophecy and Salvation, you may recall that Flora witnessed a group of Anferthian soldiers kill her birth parents during the invasion, so she has understandably hostile feelings toward the race as a whole.
The setting is an old pear orchard the day after they met. Flora's siblings, Juan and Maggie, are sitting with them.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Fander’s weird colored eyes met hers, and fizzies tickled her stomach like the sodas she used to drink before the invasion. “Because that is my family name, like Bock is yours.”
She gave a snort. “Well, K’nil sounds like a place where dogs sleep.”
Hurt flickered in his eyes. “When my father died, K’nil became my family name.” He said it as if the matter was closed.
“Never heard of that happening before.” He must be lying. “So, what was your father’s name?”
Fander averted his gaze to the clover in his fingers, and he shrugged. “It does not matter.”
“Sure it does.”
“What are those?” He pointed to the chain of flowers in her hands.
Was he really trying to change the subject? She gave him a hard glare. “They’re called flowers. Don’t you have flowers on Anferthia, or do you have to steal them from other planets?”
He looked at her as if her hostile tone shocked him, which it shouldn’t. He must have known before coming here what his people did to hers. “Of course we have native flowers on Anferthia, but nothing this tiny. Most of them are big and smell good.”
“Well, goody for you.” She picked another clover flower.
“Do those have a scent?”
“Do you ever shut up?”
Maggie gaped, fear in her eyes at the sudden escalation of hostilities. Juan shifted uncomfortably as if he would rather poke a stick in a hornet’s nest than be in the middle of this conversation.
“You do not have to be rude,” Fander said.
She threw down her flower chain. “You don’t have to be on our planet.” She’d just crossed an invisible line, but she couldn’t stop the anger and hurt boiling inside.
“If it were not for your brother and sister, I would think all Terrians are as rude as you.”
“At least we don’t go to other planets and kill people’s parents!” There. She’d said it, and now he knew. Fander looked as though she’d just thrown a rock at his head.
“Stop it.” Maggie jumped up. “Just stop it.” Covering her ears, she ran back toward the road sobbing, her dark curls bouncing with each step.
Juan squirmed on his butt, his gaze darting from Fander to Flora and back, as if he couldn’t decide if he should stay with his new-found BFF or beat a hasty retreat with his younger sister.
Fander rose to his feet bristling, and Flora scrambled to follow suit, scrunching her nose into a sneer. “Aren’t you kinda short for an Anferthian?”
“Aren’t you freakishly tall for aTerrian?” he shot back.
Years of pent up anger exploded through her like a bomb. She swung her fist and connected with his eye. A little whoop of victory escaped her as he fell back on his skinny green butt. She danced on her toes shaking her tingling hand.
Now who’s crying, creeper?
He closed his hand around her ankle and yanked, taking her down in an undignified sprawl. Oh, my god, he was fighting back? They rolled in the dry dirt, name calling in two languages—three once she resorted to Matiran—ending with her on top.
She gave him a gloat as she perched on his stomach and drew back her fist. Fander’s eyes went round with surprise and a hint of fear. A laugh erupted from her. He was afraid of her!
A huge blue hand clamped around her thin wrist like an iron band. Another hand grasped the back of her shirt and jerked her off the ’Ferth kid. As her feet hit the ground, her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. It was either Poppy, Uncle Dante, or…. The person spun her around.
A very angry Uncle Graig.
She should have known Fander hadn’t been afraid of her.
Uncle Graig narrowed eyes. They were the color of the sea during a storm, and just as unforgiving. Her uncle who loved her so unconditionally had never glared at her like this before. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was bone dry.
“What. Have. You. Done. Flora?”