Friday, February 2, 2018

Integrity is LIVE! Book 12 of the To Be Sinclair series

I've been a 'busy mama'!  These three novellas just wanted to be told, so although I published Fidelity last summer, I've published Integrity February 1st -- so, yes, an eight-month book baby!  It measures give-or-take 123,000 words and weighs in with such issues as how a stargate scientist expects to die, how stargate scientists and specialists have sworn with their lives to work for the Emperor, and how even the non-stargate members of the Imperial Family are encouraged to grow beyond their imaginations!

Three Imperial scions unexpectedly brandish their hidden brilliance for their cousin the Emperor, redefining the safety of their stargate scientists, the extent to which the Imperial Family owes obedience to the Emperor, and the influence the Imperials hold over the Royals.

Fearless: Prince Ricky has had few relationships due to his depression, but amazingly, he finds a lady who understands how to deal with it. Unfortunately, does his acceptance of death define his relationship with his mother, the director of the Stargate Institute?

Deliver Us from Evil: Prince Roman and Prince David are taken to task for their inability to commit to a lady. As stargate professionals, though, they must be extra careful in starting relationships. How does Roman help his cousin David come to an acceptance of his duties, and what happens when the Emperor provokes him beyond all reason? 

Evolve with Resolve: Princess Kayla Pierson-Sinclair longs for a lover, as well as a future beyond her currently dull but important position as the Emperor's social director. Just before the wedding of her long-time friend, Lady Elisha Wooldridge, Kayla meets Elisha's brother, Lord Graham, whose autism has been given as the excuse for him to be cut out of the Wooldridge succession. Kayla comes to the realization that Graham's been more misunderstood than anything, and just one highly romantic kiss from him is enough to make her long for him in her bed!

As they try to get together, Graham's family tries to keep them apart, worried that Kayla is just toying with him. And, as she grows to understand their family dynamic, Kayla gets just that much more determined to emancipate him from the Wooldridge family entirely. 

Graham's issues lie deeper than the perceptual problems of autism, however. Will Kayla ever discover the cause of Graham's PTSD? And will their families accept their desire to be together?

Note: This book contains sexual situations.


And, as usual, Integrity can be found at all major retailers:

Amazon   https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078SQFW5K/
Smashwords   https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/775808
iTunes   https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/integrity/id1331622293

Note: I've fiddled with the cover, so now the tagline evokes more of a particular sentiment in the actual book, rather than the themes that reflect the title.


~Namaste~

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Integrity (To Be Sinclair #12), Now Available for Pre-order!

Integrity, book 12 of the To Be Sinclair series, is now available for pre-order!  This book consists of three novellas that detail the safety of the Imperial Family's stargate scientists, the extent to which they owe obedience to their Emperor, and the influence the Imperials hold over the Royals.

Fearless: Prince Ricky has had few relationships due to his depression, but amazingly, he finds a lady who understands how to deal with it. Unfortunately, how does his acceptance of death define his relationship with his mother, the director of the Stargate Institute?

Deliver Us from Evil: Prince Roman and Prince David are taken to task for their inability to commit to a lady. As stargate professionals, though, they must be extra careful in starting relationships. How does Roman help his cousin David come to an acceptance of his duties, and what happens when the Emperor provokes him beyond all reason? 

Evolve with Resolve: Princess Kayla Pierson-Sinclair longs for a lover, as well as a future beyond her currently dull but important position as the Emperor's social director. Just before the wedding of her long-time friend, Lady Elisha Wooldridge, Kayla meets Elisha's brother, Lord Graham, whose autism has been given as the excuse for him to be cut out of the Wooldridge succession. Kayla comes to the realization that Graham's been more misunderstood than anything, and just one highly romantic kiss from him is enough to make her long for him in her bed!

As they try to get together, Graham's family tries to keep them apart, worried that Kayla is just toying with him. And, as she grows to understand their family dynamic, Kayla gets just that much more determined to emancipate him from the Wooldridge family entirely. 

Graham's issues lie deeper than the perceptual problems of autism, however. Will Kayla ever discover the cause of Graham's PTSD? And will their families accept their desire to be together?


As usual, please note that this book contains sexual situations.


Integrity is available for pre-order at Amazon and Smashwords, and will be available at most ebook sites once it's published.

Namaste.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

The Lady Bringing Stargate Science to the Galaxy

There is one major science in my To Be Sinclair series of science fiction romances, and it is developed by Felice Sinclair, Empress of the Sinclair Demesnes.  I introduce Lady Felicia Sorensen in the first book, Dignity, as a university student because the absolute basis of her research happens in that book.  But there's always a backstory that never gets written, so here's where she's coming from!
Felicia is so nerdy, her parents actually had her tested for Asperger's because they thought her preoccupation with all things science was unnatural for a lady.  Her mother tried to teach her embroidery and failed.  The most Felicia got out of it was to wonder why beauty was such a draw for people when practical is the only way to go!

As a result, Felicia's parents have her placed in Lady Brighton's Sorority for Royal Ladies, a huge mansion on the edge of campus.  Freshmen room with juniors, and sophomores with seniors, so the freshmen have opportunities to learn the 'social graces', namely, how to greet people in various situations, how to address them, how to stand, sit, and dress for formal occasions, and so forth.  Felicia kind of knows the basics, but her parents despair of her single-minded pursuit of data.  They also enroll her there for chaperonage and protection.

Lady Brighton nominates Felicia to be the Emperor's date because she knows Felicia will behave meticulously, being the smartest and best student in her sorority.  He falls madly in love with her because she's not a socialite.  So she's dating the Emperor when 'that thing happens' on her computer again.  Recognizing it as significant, she sets her old computer up on her desk to collect data on it, but she makes it look like the computer's not even on.  Why?  Because even though her freshman roommate is about as air-headed as a college student can get, Felicia realizes it could be a discovery of monumental proportions.

That odd little computer 'thing' saves the day, but it's in book two, Majesty, that Empress Felice Sinclair develops stargate science.  This book is only about five or ten percent romance, and a great deal of that is the murky stuff she works through with her husband the Emperor. 

It takes her a few months to get used to her duties and the press of her social schedule, but when she starts investigating that odd little computer glitch, she devotes all the time she possibly can to her laboratory.  Since she is a busy lady, that means it takes her a few years to get some results that really matter, and at that point, she tells her husband in that little whisper they do when they're in bed, because she's paranoid about anyone getting access to this knowledge -- even eavesdroppers!  Still, Majesty is where she presents stargates to the galaxy and charges huge sums of money for a polity to purchase one.

The general question that initiated the To Be Sinclair series was: What will the greatest ruling family in the history of the galaxy be like?  Yet there are dozens of lesser questions, and Majesty answers the question:  What if a lady scientist had so much support that money was no object and there were no political obstacles?  How does she do it?  You'll have to read Majesty to find out!

Dignity is at AmazoniBooksSmashwordsBarnes & NobleKobo, and other ebook retailers.

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Namaste


Friday, December 1, 2017

SFR Brigade Showcase: Excerpt from INTEGRITY




The Science Fiction Romance Brigade is a fabulous group of authors who work to promote this science fiction subgenre's potential as the best niche in the galaxy! The SFR Brigade Showcase consists of excerpts by up to 20 authors to give you an idea of our work.  Please visit the SFR Brigade Showcase for this month's excerpts.  And here is mine, from a work in progress....

...in which Princess Kayla Pierson-Sinclair finds herself attracted to the brilliant but (allegedly) autistic Lord Graham Wooldridge, a master pianist....

SFR Brigade Showcase:  Excerpt from Integrity, 
book 12 of the To Be Sinclair series by Eva Caye


When they got to the room, Kayla indicated the door to a Sentinel, who stopped them by holding up one hand; he then entered to scan Elisha’s suite.

Graham wondered, “Why did he have us wait out here?”

“Sentinels search the room before any Imperial enters.”

“But, why do you need them?”

Once Captain Hathaway allowed her in, she drew Graham with her by the hand.  “Well, the Emperor’s family is supremely important, and there are a lot of horrible people who would attack us or even kill us just for the notoriety.”

She tucked her and Aimee’s clothing and shoes into the large overnight bag she had brought over while finishing her explanation.  “That’s undoubtedly why you had a watchman go with you on your tour, so he could protect you from harm.”

Turning, she was stunned by Graham’s intent stare.  “People would kill you?”

“Or you.  You’re important, too, you know.”

His eyes grew wide with horror, as if he had never been told that in his life.  “Graham, when did your father decide to favor your younger brother as his heir?”

He struggled to find the words, face going blank.  “I was eighteen when it was explained to me.  I don’t know when he made the decision, though.”

Fourteen years of high insult, alongside perhaps twenty years of utmost dedication to his art form, drawing crowds of admirers and heaven only knew how much money.  With an inadequate understanding of social mores, he probably lived in a perpetual state of confusion. 

She murmured an odd quote that came to her. “No prophet is accepted in his own country.”

He blinked.  “I’ve never been called a prophet before.  But I don’t want a future without you in it.”

Kayla set down the bag as he approached her.  She put her hands on his chest as he put his arms around her, instinctively trying to keep her distance.  “Thank you.  That was the nicest compliment I’ve ever received.”

Graham murmured, “I want to marry you.”

Her eyes flew wide.  “We aren’t even dating, yet.”

“I don’t care.  You make me happy, and I love you.”  He immediately bent to kiss her.

She was about to protest, but that gentle kiss transported her to a land of light on a pillow of fluffy white clouds, nestled in the arms of a lover.  As he tilted his face to kiss her from the other side, Kayla realized she had never felt so cherished in her life.  His arms enveloped her like the wings of an angel, and the way he pulled her against his body made her feel truly protected.  It was as if now was the only time and here was the only place when he kissed her with such exquisite concentration.

What was this pure, childlike innocence he projected?  Was he really simple, despite his intelligence?  Or just… basic, with no room for dissimulation? She leaned back slightly, and he immediately broke off the kiss, so he wasn’t completely ignorant of physical cues.

Staring at the pure satisfaction on his face, she realized she didn’t know what to say, but whatever it was, it had to be the wholehearted truth for him.  “Thank you for making this such a pleasant day.”

“No, thank you.”  He certainly wasn’t ignorant of conversational niceties, either.  “When can I see you again?”

“Ah.  Where would you like to go on a date?”

“Go?”  Graham’s eyebrows drew together.  “Do we have to go out?”

Kayla chuckled.  “I guess not.  Would you like to come to the Imperial Palace for dinner sometime?  We have a piano in the library, and I’m sure my family would love to hear you play.”

He flashed her that lovely smile, even white teeth with lips as generous as her own.  “That would be great.”  She couldn’t tell if his eyes were hazel or a kind of greenish gray in this light, but they shone with a sweetness she’d never seen in a man before.

It was hardly 20:00, and it would be a shame if she were to go home so early when she could be partying.  “How does this sound?  I’m hungry again, and I’m sure your kitchens are providing all the hors d’oeuvres for the ball.  I’ll have someone take this bag to the Sentinel ground car, we can pick up something to eat and drink, and maybe take it somewhere quiet.”

“I know exactly where to take you.”  He tugged at her hand, picked up her bag, and exited the suite. 

[ ....  ]


When they finished eating, he led her around to point out the features he had told her about.  He regaled her with details about the library in their house in Wooldridge Duchy before settling with her on a wide tufted leather couch.  When they started necking, her Sentinel and his watchman faded into the woodwork.

His roving hand stopped on her thigh over the strap to her holster.  “What’s this?”

“The strap holding my weapon.”  Kayla observed him as he gaped.  “We Imperials tend to wear hidden weapons when we go out in public because we never know if all our defenses will collapse and we’ll have to depend on ourselves.”

“Do you know how to use it?”  His wide-eyed blink showed her he had fallen into a somber mood.

“Of course, but please don’t tell anyone.  It’s our secret, and otherwise I’d like to forget about it because I was having fun.”

Graham’s grin returned, and the spark in his eyes lit up Kayla’s heart.  “I was, too.”  He drew her onto his lap for a deeper kiss….

Dozing deep in each other’s arms, half-reclining on a number of side cushions, they woke up when his grandfather, Duke Donal Wooldridge, harrumphed.  “Your Highness, please excuse my forwardness, but the party’s winding down, and I daresay you’ll want to head home.”

Kayla lightly rubbed her eyes with the fingertips of one hand before sitting up.  “Thank you, Your Grace.”  She smiled at Graham as his grandfather snorted and turned on his heel for the door.




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Saturday, October 14, 2017

As He Stood Grinning: A Vision of World War III

I wasn’t planning on waking up at 2 a.m. to tell you of my nightmare, but I’ve been a ‘believer’ in prophecy for many years, and one thing I’ve felt was true was that, if you announce a prophecy, it will almost inevitably NOT come true, so here we are.

I saw a leader in a huge political meeting in a chamber, and I won’t get into that any further for obvious reasons.  This leader had decided he would use this opportunity to drop a figurative ‘bombshell’, a unilateral decision that would enrage almost everyone present, even people in his own party.  As the shouting began, he gave a cue, and military-style people swept into the chamber and pointed their guns at the protestors.  He grinned and said something like, “Now that I have your attention.…”

The stunning part of the dream was the unexpected swiftness of how everything devolved.  He had everything planned out: threaten to round up his ‘enemies’, and while they stood in fear and shock, he would rally his ‘supporters’ to do what he wanted.  But over half of his supporters weren’t prepared to ideologically abandon their principles, and certainly not at the drop of a hat, so the shouting began anew as the crowd grew rabid against the man, despite the guns aimed their way.

It was obvious they expected reason to take the upper hand.  It was even reasonable to assume the men with guns (I hesitate to call them soldiers) wouldn’t open fire or commit slaughter, due to the horrific shame and vengeance that would pursue them.  But the shouting scared the ‘leader’, so when the crowd surged toward him, he gave a signal….

Blood, everywhere.  Horror at the epic slaughter, cameras running and the man rushed away by his gun-holders, never to be seen in person again.  I distinctly remember seeing two of the leader’s staunchest supporters wiping blood off their faces, in shock as they realized they DIDN’T SIGN UP for this, that their political idealism, their cronyism, was a convenience and a boon in stable times, but that their ‘leader’ had just set them up to take the fall for the horrors to come.  They felt such deep shame that they discussed committing suicide, right there amongst their fallen comrades, with cameras running.

By ‘unexpected swiftness’, I’m also referring to the planning in the background that enabled the bloody sweeping that followed.  Within HOURS, millions of people were arrested for vague charges, and anyone who protested was shot.  The intent was to scare people, at first: shoot at the least sign of protest, and everyone will let you get away with it.  But the shooters soon realized if they were in for a dime, they were in for a dollar, and they were already compromised, so they might as well DO THEIR DUTY to earn someone’s approval and a paycheck….

Cities were blockaded to try to control the populace and became slaughterhouses.  People in the countryside couldn’t get word from their friends and relatives in the city, and barely any news, so they shook with fear and pity and remorse and rage, wondering if they were guilty for having voted in such an unstable ‘leader’.  At their gatherings with their neighbors, they discussed how to handle troops that might be coming for them, never realizing those troops would be foreign soldiers….

Do you really think the entire world hasn’t been noticing what’s been happening and PREPARING FOR WAR?  By ‘unexpected swiftness’, I mean, the country will be invaded within DAYS, less than a week if my nightmare is true.  And, frankly, so-called ‘allies’ will turn their faces away, saying, “They DID IT TO THEMSELVES….”  And it’ll be the only way THEY will survive, because every neighboring nation with a grudge will decide now’s the time to get back at so-and-so, while everyone else in the world is aghast at what’s happening while the cameras roll.

But the confusion of who is attacking whom and for what reasons will lead almost every nation into a killing spree, bent on revenge for their real and perceived slights.  The end of my vision was me watching television with my husband, and hearing about worldwide death tolls, when a knock comes upon our door.  I look at him and say, “Don’t comply with anything, because you’re better off dead than compromised,” just before the men with guns burst in to try to herd us to a slave-labor camp.

I judge the time from the Death Chamber to World War III to take about a week, max.  I feel they came for me and hubby within about a month.  If nuclear weapons are going to fall, I think it’ll come after that month, because I had no dream-impression of them.

The ‘best bet’ for survival will be the usual: keep your head down if you can, pray for peace and common sense to prevail, and beg God for forgiveness for having enabled a maniac to hold enough power to kill all your friends and relatives while you cower and hope for just one more day of your miserable existence.  Don’t bother begging your dead friends and relatives for forgiveness, though; they’re in a better place, laughing their butts off while watching you writhe, tortured by your own bad choices. 

In this nightmare-of-a-war-to-come, you WILL be better off dead.  So you might as well stand up now for what is good, LIFE, and reject any political person, party, or decision that leads to death.  That’s the only way I feel we have to avoid World War III: find a place within yourself that works for peace, and love and light and life, and reject any solution that leads to pain, illness, suffering, and death.  It’s the only way to save your soul, to be true to the principle of Life. 

Dare to redesign your life, one decision at a time, to reflect your new integrity.  It’s the only way to LIVE.

Namaste!

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Easter Egg for Ability

Greetings!  I hope you're enjoying your summer, as well as my most recent book, Fidelity.

I recently wrote an Easter Egg for Ability.  I felt bad putting it out without an Easter egg, but I knew I'd probably get to it someday.  Fidelity intervened, and then I found the time and inclination to write Ability's Easter egg, so voilà, it's now available!  My editor really loved it, too, which is always a good clue!

I uploaded it to KDP and asked the Amazon team to put out a notification to previous purchasers that they could re-download Ability for the Easter egg.  However, I don't know if they'll do that.  I've requested they notify previous purchasers to do that before but those weren't 'substantive' changes.  This time I'm pretty sure they'll do it, given that it's 25,018 words!!




For those of you who purchased your book through Smashwords, iTunes, Kobo, or anywhere else, I'm sorry I don't have the ability to notify you to re-download the book.  I'm quite willing to send you a copy if you email me and tell me which file format you need.  
Thanks to my loyal readers!  Unfortunately, Civility is going to be a bear to write; I anticipate it taking at least two years.  Princess Elizabeth, who's 57 years old (two years after Ability), is going to be sent on a bit of an adventure!  Here's a VERY tentative cover for Civility.  I do anticipate this being the FINAL book of the To Be Sinclair series.  I have other things I want to write, some in the Sinclair universe, and some... not quite!

Namaste



UPDATE:  According to KDP:


"Since book updates can make customers lose their highlights, bookmarks, and notes, we only send updates to fix serious issues like unreadable text or cut-off images.

If the only new change is the addition of new content, that wouldn't fall into a serious quality fix.

However, your readers will have the option to update their books! If they go into the "Manage Content and Devices" they'll see that a new update is available for your book. At that point they can choose to update their copy with the new material!

For more details on sending updated content to customers, please see our Help page:
https://kdp.amazon.com/help?topicId=A1RGGPBKDR1BPZ"


So, there you go.  Since I've updated all my books recently, try updating them all again and see if that works, too!  And let me know if it does!!

Thank you so much!


Sunday, July 2, 2017

Fidelity (To Be Sinclair, Book 10) is LIVE!

Prince Richard Sinclair is his brother's right-hand-man and go-to guy, who excels as the Emperor's Fireman because he can't deal with his personal life. He only plays the Imperial Bad Boy because that's what makes the dukes respect him, despite his age, intelligence, education, and birthright. Delightfully intrigued by Lady Meredith Lauder, his virtual Cinderella, he rescues her from her burdensome family life at the first opportunity. 

Scarred by ridicule and neglect, Merry gleefully abandons her family, but she feels she has to work at the Imperial Palace to compensate for Richard's generosity. Even as he entices her to his bed, she feels like she's being true to her core principles, to never be dependent upon a man, and to pursue a relationship of equals.

But when the Emperor disappears, they realize just how fragile their world really is, both personally and politically. Richard desperately throws himself into governing as Imperial Steward while demanding that everyone search for Matthieu. And Merry plays the part of the 'supportive girlfriend' in his hour of need... until two men jeopardize the emotional balance they've gained in their lives! 

How can Prince Richard deal with the frightful political situation without losing his lover?  Will his family tear him and Merry apart, or will hers? Or will it be his anger issues, so like her dad's? *Note: This book contains sexual situations.


Fidelity is about 90% romance to 10% science fiction, and it comes between Morality and Ability in the series.  I couldn't help it; there was a ten-year gap, and Richard began demanding that his story be told!  So I re-numbered the books in my series and included Evan's Ladies as a regular book (#7).

Besides two prequels, I have only one more planned in the series, Civility, featuring Princess Elizabeth, finally!  (I'm hoping insiders are laughing at the joke!)  She's 57 years old and tired of being the Demesnian Representative to the Galactic Assembly, so Emperor Matthieu offers her a new position... and her husband Gerard is not pleased!  Given that this series is science fiction romance, I hope that's enough intrigue to get you interested.  It's going to be a bear of a book to write; I anticipate it taking two years, actually.

*Insert usual appeals to buy my book and promote it to everyone the reader knows*
*Insert typical pleas for reviews of Fidelity so I can better market it*
*Insert everyday prayer that people buy, read, and review every book in the series*

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

SFR Promo at SMSchmitz.com!

Greetings!  Once again, S. M. Schmitz has put together another promotion for participating authors to offer a book for free or $.99 and to generate interest in science fiction romance.  Please visit www.smschmitz.com/promo to find dozens of books, on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and other ebook retailers.



My offering is Evan's Ladies, a book consisting of four novellas describing Prince Evan Sinclair's problems in finding a lady to love.  Here's an excerpt:

He was walking Mother through the high-tech and massively complex Command Center when Sentinel Chief Savat hailed him. Letting go of her waist just enough to gesture to the Chief that he would be right back, he saw Mother to his parents’ nearby quarters and settled her on the bed, simply drawing the blankets from the edge over her.
[….]
Back in the Command Center, he approached Chief Savat.
“Your Highness, you are housed on the fifth floor, yes? Please feel free to take your messages at Station Five off the second node. Just palm the system on; no need for any special codes,” the Chief said kindly.
“Where are Father and Zhaiden?”
“The Emperor is at the emergency meeting of the Ducal Assembly. The Crown Prince is with their children while Renee is with your mother. They both needed the break.” The Chief wiped his own frazzled features with one hand.
“And how many hours have you been awake?” Evan hinted.
With a snort, the Chief thanked him for the reminder that beds existed in the universe, bowed, and immediately called across the room for the duty officer to find the highest-ranking officer who had had any sleep since midnight to take over. As Evan left, the duty officer drawled, “That would be Ensign Xavier.”
This reference to the mythical Sentinel, named with various ranks for assigning levels to information when speaking in code in public, caused chuckles to erupt all over the room. Although Evan could appreciate the comic relief of the stressed-beyond-measure Sentinels, he couldn’t seem to shake himself from the emptiness threatening to overwhelm him.
Locking himself into Station Five, he began reviewing his vid messages. Several of them were from ladies whose codes he recognized, tearful laments about the destruction of the Palace and how grateful they were he had survived, ending with let-me-know-if-you-need-anything. One code was unknown to him. He opened the message.
Lady Nicole Knightley, whom he had last seen heading for a tram, stared out the screen at him. Clad in his jacket, she remained gravely silent for a long moment.
“If you need to get away from it all, come to visit. My parents and I will take good care of you.” She smiled that sad, wistful smile of hers and palmed off the recording.
He called her immediately. Although it was the middle of the night for her, she answered. Wiping sleep from her eyes, she peered at him. “When’s the last time you had any sleep?”
“Three hours, about eleven hours ago.”
Nicole nodded. “I’m not surprised. When our main activities tent burned down during a month-long summer training expedition in my junior year, none of us could sleep more than a few hours a night for weeks, even after we returned home.” A sly grin crept across her face. “I know a great cure for that, though.”
Evan laughed a bit. “I’m tempted.” Growing melancholic again, he sighed. “I have to get through baby Daniel’s funeral first, along with some other duties. What are your next few weeks like?”
“I finished my research summary last week, so I have no duties until my next field assignment in October. It’s nearly spring now, and Knightley Duchy is so wonderfully green and vibrant and rural, I thought it would be a nice change from the dire events in the capital.”
The warmth and thoughtfulness of her gesture felt like lying among the flowers in the glen of the Imperial Preserve, basking in sunlight to drive away last night’s horrors. He wondered how much of the laboratory clean-up he could leave to Stefan and Josef.
They arranged for him to visit the Knightley Duchy in ten days, and he thanked her with a sweet smile. “You know, all these other ladies who left me messages bewailed this and that, but you’re the only one who offered to help in any concrete way.”
She blinked at that revelation. “And me all the way over here on the other side of the planet. That’s a damn shame.”
“It certainly is. Thank you. I’ll message you once I’ve made the travel arrangements.” He smiled more firmly before palming the vidphone off.


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