Above the Storm
Silverstar Mates 1
Part of the Intergalactic Dating Agency
It's here! It's here! The first book in my Silverstar Mates series that I've been working on since before we went into shelter in place. (No kidding!)
My peeps, I am so excited about this series! Not only does it have winged aliens--which I've wanted to write about for forever--but I also chose to take a huge leap and make these heroes and heroines older. Like my age older.
Sooo...
Welcome to the Silverstar Agency, specializing in intergalactic love matches for those over fifty.
My peeps, I am so excited about this series! Not only does it have winged aliens--which I've wanted to write about for forever--but I also chose to take a huge leap and make these heroes and heroines older. Like my age older.
Sooo...
Welcome to the Silverstar Agency, specializing in intergalactic love matches for those over fifty.
Love can be as elusive as stardust.
After thirty-five years married to a controlling husband, Robyn Martin Donahue now has her freedom, friends, and a job she adores. And there’s still room in her heart for a special someone. Where in the galaxy can she find a man who will love and respect her, not try to rule her?
By law, a monarch cannot govern alone.
Recently widowed Kyzel Raptorclaw, the remaining sovereign of his clan, is on the hunt for a new mate. This time he wants more than just an ally; he wants love. But breaking with his peoples’ ancient mating tradition comes at a personal price—one his new mate may not accept.
Can Kyzel convince Robyn they are better together, or will their happily ever after crash and burn before it has a chance to soar?
After thirty-five years married to a controlling husband, Robyn Martin Donahue now has her freedom, friends, and a job she adores. And there’s still room in her heart for a special someone. Where in the galaxy can she find a man who will love and respect her, not try to rule her?
By law, a monarch cannot govern alone.
Recently widowed Kyzel Raptorclaw, the remaining sovereign of his clan, is on the hunt for a new mate. This time he wants more than just an ally; he wants love. But breaking with his peoples’ ancient mating tradition comes at a personal price—one his new mate may not accept.
Can Kyzel convince Robyn they are better together, or will their happily ever after crash and burn before it has a chance to soar?
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Meet Robyn Martin Donahue
(An excerpt from Above the Storm by Lea Kirk)
(An excerpt from Above the Storm by Lea Kirk)
“I can’t believe you talked me into this crazy idea, Meryl.” Robyn Martin Donahue stared at her cell phone, which lay on her kitchen breakfast bar, as if it carried a contagious disease. “Why am I even listening to you?”
She shifted her gaze to her best friend perched on the stool next to hers.
“Because you know I’m always right.” Meryl took a sip of wine. “And because you deserve to have a guy in your life who will treat you right.”
Okay, that might be true. Beyond the kitchen window screen, the late summer night was alive with crickets and young party goers hanging out at the park across the street. But in the tiny, well-lit kitchen of her mid-twentieth century bungalow, it was just her and Meryl, having their weekly wine and whine session.
“But, dating an off-worlder?” Funny how that sounded better outside her head.
Meryl barked a laugh. “I think we can both agree that Earth guys haven’t exactly panned out for either of us.”
That was true. Kevin, had been a verbally abusive mega control freak. He still was, with his weekly “check-in” phone calls. Gracious, how had she managed to live thirty-five years with the guy and not suffocate him with his pillow?
“Besides,” Meryl continued. “You deserve someone who doesn’t mysteriously bolt after a couple of dates.”
Not this again. Kevin wasn’t the reason she couldn’t seem to keep a guy around. If anything, it was her expectations that scared them away. Yes, she could do better than her ex, and a couple of times she’d thought she had. Too bad none of the handful of guys she’d dated in the last five years had felt the same about her.
But Meryl wasn’t going to distract her with that old disagreement.
“All right.” She straightened her spine and adjusted her black-framed glasses on her nose. “I’ll submit an application…if you do too.”
Meryl’s hazel eyes widened. “Me?”
“Yehhsss, you.” Because what off-worlder wouldn’t want to date Meryl? She was tall and slim, and had been mistaken for Michelle Hurd more than once. The complete opposite of my pale, blonde, frumpy, librarian-in-a-sweater look. “C’mon, Meryl. Ya know you want to.”
“Date, yes.” Meryl frowned critically at the final centimeter of wine in her glass, then slid it toward Robyn over the Formica countertop. “Date off-worlders, not so sure. Hit me.”
Robyn grinned and tipped the bottle. Meryl was stalling and soon would cave. The merry chug of liquid was a promise by the crisp white wine to help deliver her friend’s consent. “Think about it this way: you won’t have to sleep with every man on the planet to prove your theory that all Earth guys suck.”
Meryl sniffed. “Maybe I want to.”
Darn you, Nathan for screwing with Meryl’s mind like that.
“Oh, please. I know you better than that.” Robyn topped off her own glass and set the bottle down with a clunk. “Unless you think you’re too old for online dating.”
“I’ll have you know, my dear Robbi, that the Silverstar Agency is a successful and reputable matching company.” Meryl tapped one finger against the stem of her wine glass. “And sixty-three is not too old.”
Kind of her not to point out that fifty-nine wasn’t either. “You’re avoiding the question.”
Her friend pushed out her full lips in a pout and glared at her wine glass. The cricket song from outside seemed to pick up, filling the silence in the warm kitchen.
“Meryl?” Robyn dragged out the l.
“All right, fine. I’ll do this with you.” Meryl reached for her own cell phone. “What could go wrong?”
A few possibilities leaped to Robyn’s tongue, possibilities that might give Meryl reason to back out. Not the least of which was that things might work out so well between her friend and some unknown off-worlder, it’d put an end to Meryl’s revenge-sex cycle. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing, all in all.
“Okay,” Meryl said. “I’m ready.”
That fast? “Did you…you already filled it out, didn’t you?”
Meryl grinned. “I know you better than that, too.”
A laugh burst out of Robyn. “I guess so. Okay, then, application first, then we do the bio-scan app.” She raised her phone to chest level and peered through the bifocals at the screen.
The Submit icon blinked temptingly, like a beacon to a lonely sailor.
Meryl met her gaze. “Ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“In three…two…one…go.”
Once the application and bio-scan had been sent, Robyn blew out a long breath. A sense of giddy anticipation curled in her gut as if she had done something very naughty. And in a way, she had.
“So.” Meryl set her phone on the counter. “That’s done.”
“Yep.” Robyn nibbled at her bottom lip. “How long do you think it’ll take?”
“Hopefully a while.” Meryl shrugged her slim shoulders. “I’m not ready for some virile old guy to haul you off to his planet, yet.”
“Ha. Is there a such thing as performance enhancers for off-worlders?”
“No idea.” Her friend waved one hand. “As long as they’ve ironed out that four-hour-erection ER-visit issue, I’m good. I wonder if the time is doubled if they have two dicks?”
Robyn doubled over, wrapping one hand around the seat of the backless stool to keep from falling off.
One thing was for sure, no matter how long it took, she and Meryl would have fun speculating.
She shifted her gaze to her best friend perched on the stool next to hers.
“Because you know I’m always right.” Meryl took a sip of wine. “And because you deserve to have a guy in your life who will treat you right.”
Okay, that might be true. Beyond the kitchen window screen, the late summer night was alive with crickets and young party goers hanging out at the park across the street. But in the tiny, well-lit kitchen of her mid-twentieth century bungalow, it was just her and Meryl, having their weekly wine and whine session.
“But, dating an off-worlder?” Funny how that sounded better outside her head.
Meryl barked a laugh. “I think we can both agree that Earth guys haven’t exactly panned out for either of us.”
That was true. Kevin, had been a verbally abusive mega control freak. He still was, with his weekly “check-in” phone calls. Gracious, how had she managed to live thirty-five years with the guy and not suffocate him with his pillow?
“Besides,” Meryl continued. “You deserve someone who doesn’t mysteriously bolt after a couple of dates.”
Not this again. Kevin wasn’t the reason she couldn’t seem to keep a guy around. If anything, it was her expectations that scared them away. Yes, she could do better than her ex, and a couple of times she’d thought she had. Too bad none of the handful of guys she’d dated in the last five years had felt the same about her.
But Meryl wasn’t going to distract her with that old disagreement.
“All right.” She straightened her spine and adjusted her black-framed glasses on her nose. “I’ll submit an application…if you do too.”
Meryl’s hazel eyes widened. “Me?”
“Yehhsss, you.” Because what off-worlder wouldn’t want to date Meryl? She was tall and slim, and had been mistaken for Michelle Hurd more than once. The complete opposite of my pale, blonde, frumpy, librarian-in-a-sweater look. “C’mon, Meryl. Ya know you want to.”
“Date, yes.” Meryl frowned critically at the final centimeter of wine in her glass, then slid it toward Robyn over the Formica countertop. “Date off-worlders, not so sure. Hit me.”
Robyn grinned and tipped the bottle. Meryl was stalling and soon would cave. The merry chug of liquid was a promise by the crisp white wine to help deliver her friend’s consent. “Think about it this way: you won’t have to sleep with every man on the planet to prove your theory that all Earth guys suck.”
Meryl sniffed. “Maybe I want to.”
Darn you, Nathan for screwing with Meryl’s mind like that.
“Oh, please. I know you better than that.” Robyn topped off her own glass and set the bottle down with a clunk. “Unless you think you’re too old for online dating.”
“I’ll have you know, my dear Robbi, that the Silverstar Agency is a successful and reputable matching company.” Meryl tapped one finger against the stem of her wine glass. “And sixty-three is not too old.”
Kind of her not to point out that fifty-nine wasn’t either. “You’re avoiding the question.”
Her friend pushed out her full lips in a pout and glared at her wine glass. The cricket song from outside seemed to pick up, filling the silence in the warm kitchen.
“Meryl?” Robyn dragged out the l.
“All right, fine. I’ll do this with you.” Meryl reached for her own cell phone. “What could go wrong?”
A few possibilities leaped to Robyn’s tongue, possibilities that might give Meryl reason to back out. Not the least of which was that things might work out so well between her friend and some unknown off-worlder, it’d put an end to Meryl’s revenge-sex cycle. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing, all in all.
“Okay,” Meryl said. “I’m ready.”
That fast? “Did you…you already filled it out, didn’t you?”
Meryl grinned. “I know you better than that, too.”
A laugh burst out of Robyn. “I guess so. Okay, then, application first, then we do the bio-scan app.” She raised her phone to chest level and peered through the bifocals at the screen.
The Submit icon blinked temptingly, like a beacon to a lonely sailor.
Meryl met her gaze. “Ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“In three…two…one…go.”
Once the application and bio-scan had been sent, Robyn blew out a long breath. A sense of giddy anticipation curled in her gut as if she had done something very naughty. And in a way, she had.
“So.” Meryl set her phone on the counter. “That’s done.”
“Yep.” Robyn nibbled at her bottom lip. “How long do you think it’ll take?”
“Hopefully a while.” Meryl shrugged her slim shoulders. “I’m not ready for some virile old guy to haul you off to his planet, yet.”
“Ha. Is there a such thing as performance enhancers for off-worlders?”
“No idea.” Her friend waved one hand. “As long as they’ve ironed out that four-hour-erection ER-visit issue, I’m good. I wonder if the time is doubled if they have two dicks?”
Robyn doubled over, wrapping one hand around the seat of the backless stool to keep from falling off.
One thing was for sure, no matter how long it took, she and Meryl would have fun speculating.
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