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About the author:
Lucy is an all-round nerd with a life-long love of mythology, fantasy and science-fiction, throw in a happily-ever-after and she's a happy customer. When she's not reading or writing about alien males and the human women who love them, she's spending time with her husband and three cats in their Derbyshire home.
What inspired you to write your book?
I didn't actually intend on writing this book. I have a lot of books in this world, eight novels, four novellas and many more planned, and this wasn't one of them when I set about writing this world. When I was writing the second book of the first series, The Smuggler's Radiant, Kadian popped up. A scientist, ex-military with a shattered knee and a lot of secrets. I had to give him a story and Olivia popped into my mind straight away. A strong intelligent woman, going through horrors with a past almost romance to this alien living on Earth, then she's stolen away and Kadian goes to find her.
Kadian and Olivia have a special place in my heart. I love their story and their HEA.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Wary now, Kadian walked down, looking around the crates, boxes and trashcans that seemed to be standard fare in places like this across the galaxy.
‘Here,’ a voice whispered.
Kadian looked around.
‘Down,’ the voice said.
Scanning the ally floor once more, Kadian saw a sewer grate was open. He approached it.
Kadian’s heart skipped a beat. He stepped closer. As he did, the darkness of the grate gave way to a shaft of light. There, under the street. Olivia stared up at him.
Without thinking, Kadian reached down for her.
Reaching up, Olivia allowed him to pull her from the sewer. His eyes moved over her, taking in every detail.
One of the first things Kadian had ever noticed about Olivia was the shade of her skin, it was the same colour as the hazelnut shell, like the colour of her eyes, dark brown flecked and contrasted with light green. Her eyes were almond shaped and always seemed like she was smiling. Her hair was dark brown and fell in large, loose curls around her. It was dirty now, oily but to his eyes appeared as beautiful as ever. She had full lips and a small nose which was rounded at the end and had a scattering of freckles around her mouth and nowhere else on her face or neck. She was smaller than she’d been before, even more fragile and delicate and even as Kadian pulled her into his arms and held her close, he held her a little more carefully, gently than he wanted. He moved them, making sure they were behind one of the waste receptacles and out of sight of the street.
‘Olivia,’ he said, taking in a deep breath.
‘Oh, god! Don’t do that—I stink!’
She did. Kadian couldn’t deny it, and it was the most glorious stink because Olivia was there and whole and in his arms. More importantly, underneath the smell that rose from her was the smell of his little human. Floral, nutty, her. He could stand here for hacri just taking it in, stink and all.