I am officially a published author, and I think I'm going to faint from excitement. So, while I'm busy breathing into a paper sack, here's more on the source of all my giddiness:
Book One of the Prophecy Series
One normal day turns into horror when Earth is attacked. Now ER nurse Alexandra Bock is imprisoned aboard an alien slave ship with no way out. She deems all aliens untrustworthy, including the handsome blue-skinned Matiran captain who shares her cell.
A betrayal from within…
One night of treachery leaves Senior Captain Gryf Helyg a prisoner of his enemies. Because of him, Earth’s inhabitants face extinction and his home world is threatened. But his plans for escape are complicated by his inexplicable draw to the Earth woman imprisoned with him.
A chance to save both their peoples…
One ancient prophecy holds the key to free Alexandra and Gryf’s war-ravaged worlds. Can two wounded souls who have lost everything learn to trust and forgive in order to fulfill the prophecy, and find a love that will last for eternity?
“May I sit with you?”
Alex startled then lifted her head and looked up at Gryf. As impossible as the situation seemed, his presence made it better.
She gave herself a mental shake. What was she thinking? Nothing could make it better, not even this man. She shrugged one shoulder. “Sure. Go ahead.”
He sank to the floor to sit cross-legged in front of her. “You did not sleep.”
It was a statement, not a question, but she shook her head anyway. “Not well.”
“It is understandable.”
“You haven’t either, have you?”
“Dante makes sure I am rested, but no...I have not slept well on my own since the fall of the Guardians.”
That wasn’t healthy. “You mean that Dante uses his Gift to help you sleep?”
“Yes. It is called dormio, the healing sleep.”
She shifted her gaze to the toes of her nursing shoes. They’d once been clean and white. What an odd thought. Did it matter how clean or white they’d been? Or that her rose-pink scrubs were now covered in dirt and grass stains—and torn in several places? She slid a finger into the ripped fabric at her knee.
Gryf’s hand moved as though to touch her, then he stopped and placed it back on his leg. A warm flush rushed to her cheeks and she frowned.
“I don’t need your pity, you know.” She wiggled her finger in the rip. “It’s enough that I’m feeling sorry for myself, so just say whatever it is you want to say.”
“I do not pity you, Alexandra,” he replied softly. “I feel empathy for your losses, but I would never pity you. You are a strong soul, and deserve more respect than that from me, or anyone.”
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Lea Kirk loves to transport her readers to other worlds with her romances of science fiction and time travel. Her fascination with science fiction began at six years old when her dad introduced her to the original Star Trek TV series. She fell in love with the show, and was even known to run through her parents’ house wearing the tunic top of her red knit pantsuit and her white go-go boots pretending to be Lieutenant Uhura. By nine years old she knew she wanted to be a writer, and in her teens she read her first romance and was hooked.
Ms. Kirk lives in Northern California with her wonderful hubby of twenty-five years and their five kids (aka, the nerd herd). She’s also proud of her seven times great-grandson. Apparently her stories will inspire James T. to join Star Fleet Academy. She learned this in the 1980’s when James sought out her counsel on where to find a pair of humpback whales.