You're going to have fun with this one. I love hearing how stories come to be. Lyndi has a great tale for you SciFi fans, romance fans, action story fans.
several years in the early 2000s, I played in an online RPG that was
essentially live RP, just online. The players were all sci-fi nerds of one
shape or another. We had B5 people playing against Trek characters, Star Wars,
Stargate, and a decent number of characters people made up to share those
worlds. Fox Mulder even made a guest appearance now and then.
ahead a dozen years, and the characters still appealed to me, even though the
RPG was long gone. The question became how best to portray them. Val and
Garrett could be reincarnated pretty much as-is; but what to do about the third
party complicating their lives? And Nik was born.
though this is set in a science-fiction landscape, it is still very much a
romance. Or two. Or three. And an action story. And a discovery of a new
species story. And sibling rivalry. And so much more. I love that I can
commemorate these characters and the love they once shared—and share it in a
new form, fresh and new.
And who doesn’t love space cowboys?
Pascual wants to be free to make a living hauling cargo with her spaceship and
to understand the shapeshifting alien who presents sometimes as the steamy male
Nik and other times as the blonde bombshell Nikki.
a rebel insurgence builds against the oppressive government known as the
Agency, Valeni and Nik/Nikki encounter a sexy Terran cowboy named Garrett
Rawls. Since being pulled into this region of space by another mysterious
wormhole, Garrett has looked for a way to return to Earth. After meeting Valeni
and Nikki, he might have found something worth staying for.
However, dark forces may have a much bigger picture in mind for all of them. Valeni, Nik/Nikki, and Garrett are pulled into a life and death fight that lays bare all of their secrets and their desires. Will they lose everything as the battle against the Agency rages around them or can love pull them through?
One man in particular caught Nik’s attention. He was
long and lean, dressed in a simple blue work shirt and denim pants over
hand-tooled boots. He wore a broad-brimmed hat, which he took off to speak. His
speech was slow, his vowels drawled, and his grin both shy and genuine.
called on the man for his opinion. “Now here we have an import—a genuine cowboy
from the old Terran system.”
boy?” Nik asked Valeni. “Is he part bovine, then? He looks human.”
chuckled. “I suspect he is human. Wait a minute.” She pulled out her handheld
communication device and typed in the question. “Hmm. It is a old Terran term.
A cowboy herds animals
from horseback on a ranch.”
Nik then asked about the term “horse” and the term “ranch,” both of which were unfamiliar. “It seems unlikely such a person could exercise these pursuits in space.”
Lyndi Alexander always dreamed of faraway worlds and interesting alien contacts. She lives as a post-modern hippie in Asheville, North Carolina, a single mother of her last child of seven, a daughter on the autism spectrum, finding that every day feels a lot like first contact with a new species.