sole survivor on a science vessel adrift in deep space, Zeus was adopted by the
Emperor and Empress of the Mar'Sani, though he is both human and blind, and
seen by most as unfit to join the royal family. Though they were able to repair
his vision, Zeus does not trust his eyes and the nobles of his parents' court
refuse to ever trust a frail human.
Dargon Kal-Turak, along with his symbiote and lover Alpha, command one of the
most dangerous ships in the stars. Narrowly escaping a trap, they dock in a
space port to make repairs, but find that the Psionics hunting them are closing
in fast. In desperation they kidnap the port Master Mechanic, unaware that the
man they've brought on board is more than he seems, and will bring far more
upheaval to their ship, their lives, and the stars than any of them could have
peaceful respite for which Zeus and his intended, Dargon and Alpha, had been
hoping is shattered when Zeus is unexpectedly drawn to the Waters of Poseidon
and told that the safety they’ve been promised is a trap. But the Fal’Amoric
aren’t the only important cargo on the Oethra 7, and countless others are
depending on the success of their mission. If Zeus hopes to break the silent
siege on Valespia and protect those most precious to him, he will need not just
powerful allies but the fortitude to survive overwhelming odds.
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.
I love this series and have read
it more times than I can count, lol. What made you write the first book?
so tickled you loved the series. ^_^ The Valespian Pact was inspired by a story
prompt that requested a Sci-Fi story with mpreg of a non-human male without the
use of technology. The requester was pretty specific about the non-human being
a person who didn't look remotely human. I wasn't really worried about the impregnation
part because there are so many options for mpreg in the natural world (there is
a species of flat worms are all born male. When they mate, the males
"sword fight" with their "penis" and the one that loses
gets to be the female. Pretty cool, eh? ). The hardest part was picking what to
question was how to make the non-human attractive to the reader. If the idea
was too foreign or people couldn't empathize with the character then no one
would believe that Zeus could ever fall in love with someone completely
dissimilar to the norm. Then when I finished Alpha Trine, I had one of those
moments where I thought I had failed my objective. I really liked the story,
okay I sorta loved it, but I wasn't sure what others would think because
sometimes what I liked was way out in leftfield. I'm still amazed at how much
people love the series. It's humbling.
Where did you come up with the
Mar'Sani? Is the world and its people based on something or totally made up?
of the Mar'Sani started out with a race of reptile-people. In science fiction,
more often than not, lizard-people are depicted as villains, the bad guys. Even
though they walk upright and have advanced technology, they are still depicted
as the vicious Neanderthals of the galaxy. Few find them attractive or worthy
of a hero's tale. It's sorta unfair because reptiles have amazing qualities but
many people prefer furry to scaly.
borrow from Greek Mythology for place names and Mar'Sani character names from
Atlantis lore. I changed Atlantis to the planetary name of Atlainticia. Some of
the names name for the Ancients came from Greek mythology, and of course, Zeus.
But that was all I took from mythology. I didn't want anything more because the
Greek Gods were sort of *ssholes and some of them are downright creepy.
Everything else about them is made up. Mar'Sani are a fierce people who don't
do things halfway. They throw themselves full-force into their convictions. How
they view their responsibilities, family, spirituality—they commit to with all
of their hearts. So even though they are alien in appearance, they are still
borrowed the reptilian scientific names for the names of the Mar'Sani houses.
The revered and fear Gerrho'Sauridae is an actual lizard family that is native
to Africa and Madegasgar, I just made mine venomous and a really cool color to
blend into the Black Sands Desert. There are also little things like the space
station Bashker'Qa is actually the character K in Cyrillic script. Udens
Mahte'lan is from Latvian mythology term udens mahte, an epithet applied to 67
water goddesses. Oh, I almost forgot. The warrior side of the Mar'Sani, I
borrowed (loosely) from the Māori people and their Haka. The battle in Striker
is where you can see the correlation the most with the responsive chant and the
there are definitely made-up things about the Mar'Sani and the Valespian-verse,
there are some things that are drawn from my love of reading reference
material. ^_^ (I'm waiting for someone to ask me where the V'Saar came from and
I can show them pictures of a really cool helmet. LOL!)
Is there going to be a book #3
for the series? How far are you into it?
there will be a third book. Actually there will be seven books total. I had
originally planned four books for the series. Two for Zeus and two for
Prometheus, but when turning everything over I realized that for Prometheus to
accomplish his task there would be too much telling. There were side stories
and quests that impacted his story. After looking at what those side stories
would be comprise of, I decided I would "show" instead of
"tell" what happened. So three stories were added in the middle from
characters the readers already know. I'm a pantser. But with the different
plots and side stories I did have to sit down and bullet point what was needed
in every book. Those points have to do with the plot arches and making sure the
information across the board is consistent. The only one that I haven't
completed an arch for is Legends because I know some things will change before
I get to that point. It always happens when writing, especially when I discover
that what I had in mind won't work for some reason and have to change the
direction. Here's what's planned so far.
(#3), which is about the Galactic Princes finding Prometheus.
(#4), is about the GyrFalconi navigator Axis. He's taken a liking to the
Chimera triplets but go missing and Axis refuses to stay home and hope for the
best. What he finds will affect all of Atlainticia.
(#5), is about Canry and Nethus… and there really isn't any hints that I can
give about this that won't give out spoilers. ^_^
(#6), is about the mission the Galactic Princes send Madux and Star Eater on.
If they fail, the Grid will fall.
(#7), we are back again with Prometheus, Vipre, and Malek. What they and their
allies have to do, and what some will give up to protect the galaxies from the
V'Saar hoard will bring an end to the series. *tissues required*
now I'm in the middle of completing the Sumeria's Sons series. The final book,
Releasing Chaos, is the WIP I'm working on currently. Bespoken is next on my
writing schedule and then I'll roll right into Chosen. I'm really, really
excited about both. I had a difficult time trying to figure out where (when) to
start Prometheus's story. The story doesn't flow correctly if started in the
wrong place. I believe I know where to begin, but is it the right spot? I won't
know until I start penning it.
Out of all the characters, who is
your favorite? Do you have one?
such a hard question. When I was writing Alpha Trine, I was totally in love
with the Orion, Rhee. (Not that I don't love the MCs!) He's a bad*ss and the
background on his family pod (which won't be revealed until Bespoken) is really
cool and no one knows but me. *sad face* At least for now. So it's really hard
to talk about why I like them without people jumping to conclusion that it's
all the tentacles. Don’t get me wrong. The tentacles are totally cool, but the
Orion are so much more than their extra appendages.
Striker, I became infatuated with Otho the L'Eema. He is such great fun to
write and his story becomes so much bigger by the time I start Legends—Dudes, I
can't wait to show you.
I love Alpha. How did you come up
Alpha, too. When I came upon the idea of Alpha, I was devising the reason why
the Dar Massagas needed a symbiote. What did the Alpha-Zetamites glean from
such a union? Why was it important? If I couldn't explained convincingly then
Dargon and Alpha weren't credible characters.
shape came before the why of it. I wanted Alpha to be old and versatile, but because the Alpha-Zetamites came upon the dying Dar
Massagas and offered their help, the question became: where were they from, how did they get there,
what was their origin? With the lack of bone structure or cartilage, his form
was perfect for birth in space. By the end of Striker, you know that Alpha is
only small part of a huge Alpha. They are all connected but retain their own
personality. I wanted him be the representation for "giving a piece of
yourself to someone you love". Sort of corny, I know, but I liked the
Didn’t you win a Rainbow Award
for one of the books?
Trine won the 2014 Rainbow Award in the Best Bisexual General Fiction category.
I didn't think that Alpha Trine would win. I was simply tickled (you just don't
know how I cried) when it received an Honorable Mention and thought that would
be the end of the road. The announcement for Alpha Trine winning in that category
came three weeks later, after my father the passed away. At times, our
relationship was strained. He didn't approve of me writing gay romance, but
he always told me that if writing gay romance made me happy, if this was my
cause, he was glad that I found something in this world to fight for. Even
though he didn't understand my choices he would've still told me he was proud
of me for winning an award. I don't think I'll ever be able to think of the
Rainbow Awards and not think of my dad.
you so much for having me on the blog today!!
The rustling of dead leaves caught my attention, and I froze, with one
paw still in the air. Not moving and barely daring to breathe, I waited. My
whiskers twitched as a cool October breeze disturbed the scent of decaying
leaves and rich soil. The foliage trembled again as something rooted around.
I slowly lowered my paw. The disturbance wasn’t very noticeable, except
to my predatory gaze. The movement continued. Gradually, bit by bit, I crept
forward, making sure my long fur didn’t disturb the surrounding mounds of dying
leaves. It was times like these I wished my coat were short like Dolf’s. One
thing was for sure—whatever was below those leaves was going to be mine
shortly. All I needed was to cover a little more distance, and I’d be close
Heart thumping, I watched as the movement continued. My muscles
tightened, and my bottom started wiggling. Unable to wait, I sprang forward,
claws extended. Leaves flew into the air as I landed on my target. Bugs
scattered. Eyes narrowed, I searched for…. There! There was the little bugger.
I growled at the big black beetle and trapped it with my paw.
Seconds passed. The bug wiggled under my paw, tickling me. Hunched down,
I carefully lifted my paw and peeked. Dammit,
can’t see. Unable to get a good look, I lifted my paw a little higher… and
there it went, scuttling across the ground. Gleefully, I slammed a paw down,
trying to trap it. Slap. Slap. Slap. Arrgh!
What’s the deal? I keep missing.
Looked like I’d found myself in a game of whack-a-mole, except with a
beetle.And off we went. The bug
scurried away with me hot on its trail. Every time I thought I had a paw on it,
I ended up missing. Stupid critter was fast. I bounded along behind as it raced
across the ground. Then it suddenly cut back and ran straight under me.
Surprised, I leaped in the air, all four paws coming off the ground. Whoa! Zigged when I should have zagged. I
landed and nonchalantly licked a paw. Hope no one saw that. I had to give the
bug credit. That was a smart move. The shrill cry of a mockingbird caught my
attention. I lifted my head, searching for the little tattletale.
Up in a tree it sat, its warning cries echoing around the yard. I eyed
the tree. Hmm, I could climb it, but the
stupid bird will probably just take off. Still, might be fun. Maybe after I
finished playing with the bug… and damn. The bug.
My attention returned to where it had been, my tail slashing. Great. Lost it. Stupid bird. I sat up
and threw a glare over my shoulder at the bird. Standing, I turned my back to
the little menace, tail held high. And
that’s what I think of you, buddy. I prowled around for a while, sniffing,
enjoying the coolness of the morning.
In the early morning sunlight, the dew on the grass sparked like
diamonds. Maybe it was pretty, but the stuff was also cold and wet against my
paws. I was glad for my fur. As I wandered back toward the house my stomach
growled. I was hungry and… I sniffed. Oh, was that a blue jay I smelled? Oh,
oh, a blue jay. Yum.
The human side of me groaned, but the kitty part wanted to jump with joy.The noisy little shits were
actually quite intelligent. Catching one was always a feat. Quick as I could, I
hid in the bright fall foliage by the back porch. I stayed very, very still so
the stupid bird three feet from me didn’t fly off in a panic.
I licked my lips, my whiskers twitching as I watched the little rascal
across from me raise its head. Shit,
shit, shit. What caught its attention? Come on, already. It’s all fine, nothing
to worry about here. No cat hanging around. Just go back to pecking around on
the ground. Everything’s good. See? I’m not moving, not even breathing.
Crouched low, I waited while my breakfast relaxed, and returned to
looking for acorns. Other birds came and went, but I refused to get distracted.
I knew the one I wanted. Inch by agonizing inch brought me closer, my prey
completely unaware death hovered. My mouth watered, and my heart thumped.
The chatter of the birds around me was easy and relaxed, no distress
calls sounding. That’s right. Just keep
on eating. Soon I’m going to be eating you. My body tensed, back legs ready
to spring me into action….
And the phone in the house rang.
The birds took off in a wing-flapping mad rush. I turned back to the
house, snarling. Unbelievable!I should’ve shut the damn window in the
house. I should’ve known better, but I just had to raise the windows this morning. I’d never stopped to think
about a ringing phone messing up my stalk.
I darted back inside and shifted just as my cell stopped ringing. I
needed to check that since the ringtone was the head beta of our clowder, Dolf.
One didn’t ignore any more than one ignored our Alpha. I was one of four betas
now, but up until a few years ago, I’d been the clowders hacker.
My main job was protecting our Alpha, even though I ran a lawn service
for the clowder members. I also did website design for many paranormals and
fixed computers on the side. I was a regular jack-of-all-trades who really,
really needed to find his clothes before my nuts froze off. Now that I was
furless, I noticed the bite to the fall air even more.
I hurried to my bedroom. The hardwood under my bare feet sent shivers up
my spine. As I dressed, I heard my cell beep from the kitchen, letting me know
I did indeed have a message. I returned to the kitchen where my cell sat. At
least that couldn’t fly off.
* * *
So, I *still* haven't heard anything on 8 Ball. I was hoping to announce a release date, but that's a no go. I *should* be hearing something just any day now. (Yes, I'm climbing the walls lol. This is the 10th week. Rarely does it go this long.)
Anyway, let's talk about Remi a little. You first met him in Trouble Comes in Threes. He's the one who didn't act like an ass when Dolf told all the betas about Kirk, his other mate who happened to be human. Remi is easy-going and fun-loving. He's not one to get mad often. But don't be fooled. Out of the four betas, Remi is the strongest. Just because he's laid back, don't assume he's a pushover lol. He's not.
Now, in Behind the Eight Ball, Remi meets his mate near the end of the book. Surprise, surprise, he's not a human. It certainly caught me by surprise lol. No, Remi's mate is actually a paranormal, and a damn strong one to boot. Remi's story will be book #3 called It Takes Two to Tango.
One of things I noticed about Remi was his love for funny T-shirts. So of course I had to go find a site that sold these kinds of things. Oh man, some of the sayings cracked me up. Matter of fact, both of my kids are getting some of these shirts for birthdays and other holidays lol!
Here are a few saying you might see mentioned in either upcoming book. *wink*