Delicious Heroes and Their Spaceships
I have a reputation for writing paranormal romance that has
a tendency to spontaneously combust.
Readers who are aware of that reputation sit back in their chairs and
blink when they hear that I’ve published a story that doesn’t feature vampires
or hot sex.
In fact, I write just as much non-vampiric fiction as I do
the heated kind. Most of the awards I’ve
won, including a national writing award, were for romances that didn’t feature
fangs.
I’m also an anal geek, who has been reading science fiction
– the “straight” hard core stuff, since I was a teenager. For years I ducked writing SF myself, because
I was under the mistaken impression that a) women didn’t write successful SF,
b) those that didn’t work in the sciences didn’t write SF and c) only those
with advanced science degrees were taken seriously in the SF world.
Of course, that is all complete baloney. In fact, the first science fiction story
ever written was Frankenstein,
written by Mary Shelley, who had neither a science background nor an advanced
degree.
There’s a ton of science fiction out there not written by
scientists. Star Trek, Star Wars,
Battlestar Galactica – any my latest obsession, The Expanse…there’s so much really great science fiction these
days!
Then the romance world melded together romance with science
fiction and came up with science fiction romance (SFR)--a new sub-genre that
blends the best of both genres in a perfectly balanced mix.
Did I leap upon the new sub-genre with cries of joy? Well, no.
It took me a few years of circling about the sub-genre and edging closer
before I could get over my younger self’s inhibitions about writing SF. Finally, I simply ran out of excuses, grit my
teeth and leapt. In November 2015, I
published my first SFR novel: Faring Soul.
I had a blast writing it.
I knew as soon as I’d finished the first book that I was going to write
more. Much more.
In January 2016, Faring
Soul was given a SFR Galaxy Award for “Most Intriguing Philosophical/Social
Science Questions in Galaxybuilding”, and in November this year I published my
eighth SFR novel and have still more planned.
None of them, by the way, feature vampires or in-your-face
sex, although the heroes are just as delicious.
The Interspace Origins series is the first SFR series I
wrote, of which Faring Soul is Book
1. For Christmas this year, I brought
out the full series as a boxed set, Interspace
Origins, which offers a 40% discount on the cost of buying all three books
separately.
Follow the adventures of Catherine Shahrazad, possibly the
oldest human in the known galaxy, and her gifted pilot, Bedivere X, as they
return to Federation Space from the vast and unknown fringes. Cat’s history and
her presence have caused riots in the past. What will happen this time? Why is
Cat back?
Let yourself binge on this award-winning series.
Book 1: Faring Soul
Book 2: Varkan
Rise
Book 3: Cat and Company
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Excerpt:
Two minutes later,
Catherine dropped into the navigator chair that Bedivere usually used and let
out a long heavy breath. She put the hard case on the console and patted it.
Bedivere, who was
sitting in the pilot’s chair, looked up from the instrumentation and grinned.
The laugh lines around his warm brown eyes crinkled. “So...it went about
exactly the way we expected. We’ll be in clear space in three minutes, by the
way.” His brown-gold hair glowed in the light emitted from the overhead
console. The warm color was nothing like the muddy color of native Shantans.
Catherine leaned
back so her head was resting on the headrest and blew out another breath.
“Nothing ever comes easy,” she muttered.
“You wouldn’t like
it if it did.”
She rolled her head
to the side and looked at him. She was too tired to smile. “Despite the
rhetoric that surrounds my much-maligned past, I happen to like the
quiet life.”
Bedivere sat back
as she was. “Liar. If you liked it that much, you would live quietly. I don’t
remember the last time you stopped to smell the roses.”
“Too much to do,”
she muttered, glancing at the case.
The silence
stretched and she looked at him. Bedivere was studying the case, too. He caught
her gaze and looked back at the case again. “Next stop is Federation space,” he
pointed out. “If you really do want a quiet life, Cat, this is the time to shut
down the engines and go mute. There won’t be any going back after this.”
“Of course we’re
going,” she said sharply. “I haven’t spent seventeen years scraping together
every last centavo the fringes could cough up just to go live on some ball
somewhere and get even older.”
“We don’t have
to do this. All we’ve lost right now is time and that’s an infinite resource.
If we head into Federation space, then much more than time is at stake.”
Catherine sat up.
“Getting cold feet, Bedivere?”
He shook his head.
“I’m worried.” His voice was very quiet.
His voice was very
quiet. “Everything you’re doing, everything you’ve done. It’s
too much.”
“Just shut up right there,” she said sharply and spun the chair to face him properly. “Look,” she
added, reaching for a reasonable voice and tone. Reason would always win out
with Bedivere. Logic was the supreme argument. “I have to go back to the
Federation, anyway.” She touched her hair, which was liberally streaked with
grey. The red that had been a rich, deep color was now faded. “You understand
the therapy even better than I do. You’ve read even more widely and you never forget
anything. You know that rejuvenation revives more than the cellular structure.
I’ll feel young again. I won’t be this cranky old woman who has seen too
much, has wrinkles on her neck and aches in the morning when she gets out of
bed. After, I’ll be sweet and reasonable and even more determined to see this
through.”
He looked doubtful.
Catherine grimaced.
“Besides, it’s already too late.”
“It is?”
“If we stay in the fringes, the Shantans
will come after us with everything they’ve got. But they won’t pursue us into
Federation space and risk their membership on the Board. So we have to go
there. It’s the Federation or bust.”
Bedivere considered
that, then nodded. “As long as you’re not doing this for
me.”
“Don’t be stupid,” she said and turned the chair back to face the console, to prep for the
gate jump. “Of course I’m doing this for you. What else are partners for?”
He didn’t argue anymore, because the ship was technically a
four-man crew ship, so jump prep took all their combined attention and effort.
But the little smile at the corner of his mouth didn’t go away.
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Praise for the Interspace Origins series:
I know
Tracy is a great writer but I was not much into science fiction. Well, now I
am!!
I loved Catherine Shahrazad, who is a strong, in charge female.
I'm amazed by the creativity of not only the characters but the detail of
sights, sound and interaction.
If you have read any of Tracy's other books you know what awaits you....sheer
reading pleasure.
This is truly science fiction at its best.
Special
draw for Happily Ever After Thoughts readers:
Leave a comment below, telling me
why you like--or think you would like--science fiction romance. I’ll draw a random winner, who will receive
the complete boxed set. If the winner
has already bought the boxed set, I will refund the price.
Entries close on New Year’s
Eve. Winner will be contacted directly by email and
announced here, in 2017.
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Tracy Cooper-Posey is an Amazon #1 Best Selling Author. She writes romantic suspense, paranormal,
urban fantasy, futuristic and science fiction romances. She has published over 75 novels since 1999,
been nominated for five CAPAs including Favorite Author, and won the Emma Darcy
Award.
She turned to indie publishing in 2011. Her indie titles have been nominated
four times for Book Of The Year and Byzantine
Heartbreak was a 2012 winner. Faring Soul won a SFR Galaxy Award in
2016 for “Most Intriguing Philosophical/Social Science Questions in
Galaxybuilding” She has been a national
magazine editor and for a decade she taught romance writing at MacEwan
University.
She is addicted to Irish Breakfast tea and chocolate, sometimes taken together.
In her spare time she enjoys history, Sherlock Holmes, science fiction and
ignoring her treadmill. An Australian Canadian, she lives in Edmonton, Canada
with her husband, a former professional wrestler, where she moved in 1996 after
meeting him on-line.
It’s the Tuesday after Christmas (I know, I’m so
late writing this) and 2017 is right around the corner (2016 just flew by,
didn’t it?). Hope you all had a
wonderful holiday! The DH and I had a quiet, low-key Christmas spent with a
small, intimate group of family/friends, mostly because we are both dealing
with this creeping crud that’s going around (I saw someone called it The Big
Yuck and I thought that was appropriate). We did not pass our germs
around—everyone else had it as well. 
