Canadian Alien Encounters
Happy Canada Day to my Canadian reading and writing buddies! (tackle hugs) Celebrate safely, my friends.
One of the Canadian traditions on Canada Day is to head to the cottage (or camp for fans of tents) and spend some time usually close to a lake.
9% of Canada is covered by freshwater. We have approximately 31,752 lakes larger than 3 square kilometres. We’re often always close to a lake or river or some other body of water (the Prairies are an exception to this).
At the cottage or camp, we’re far away from artificial light sources, which means there is little light pollution and the night sky is extremely dark. This is perfect for looking at the stars or the Northern Lights (aurora borealis) … or alien spaceships.
Canada has a long history of being visited by aliens. It seems to be a favorite destination for beings off planet.
In 2017, there were 1,101 official UFO sightings, an average of 3 a day. And those are official sightings. I know many people who have seen ‘things’ and they didn’t tell anyone other than friends or family.
When I was in high school, I lived close to Moonbeam, a small town in Northern Ontario/Canada. There is a large flying saucer displayed in that tiny town for a reason—the town is often a stop for UFOs.
Early settlers called the strange ‘lights’ in the sky ‘moonbeams’, which is how the town got its name. These intergalactic visitors often leave o-rings in the forest. These are similar to crop circles except amidst the huge fir trees. I’ve seen these and, being a niece of loggers, I know how much force it must have taken to flatten those trees.
I suspect Canadians won’t be alone this Canada Day and, as an alien romance writer, I find that inspiring.
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Other Chameles view him as the enemy.
She sees the warrior hero he never believed he could be.
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Tolui is a Warlord in search of a planet to rule. He has been leading his fellow clones in a stealth battle, fighting for both control of the Chamele sector and the right to exist. The brave warriors he commands warrant respect, and they deserve the best.
That best isn’t the barren, dangerous terrain on Chamele 4. When Tolui crashes on that planet’s surface, he’s determined to leave it as soon as possible. The tiny human female rescuing him might be as beautiful and as wild as the land she inhabits, but her flowing words, trusting gaze, and enthralling submission won’t stop him from rejoining the war.
After many solar cycles of living alone, Lea is overjoyed when a tall, scarred, muscular warrior falls from the sky. Her savage stranger is strong and severe, and he makes her feel safe, an emotion she hasn’t experienced in a long, long time.
He also insists they must part. Before they do, she’ll show him the splendor of her home, and she’ll enjoy his big form, collecting passionate moments she can revisit when she’s solitary once more.
Every additional moment Lea and Tolui spend together increases the chance they’ll both die. Lea is being chased by female-hating fiends. Tolui is being hunted by the best bounty hunters in the universe. War will soon arrive on their threshold, and the blood spilled might be their own.
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Warlord’s Mercy is based on a much shorter story sharing the same title.
It is a STANDALONE Alien Barbarian SciFi Romance featuring a villain turned hero and a brave, chatty heroine set in a dark, gritty, sometimes-violent universe.
Warlord’s Mercy is the fifth of six core stories in the Chamele Barbarian Warlord series.
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Book 2: Warlord’s Bounty
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Book 4: Warlord Reunited
Book 5: Warlord’s Mercy
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Passionate By Moonbeam On USA Today Blog
Passionate By Moonbeam was mentioned on the USA Today blog!
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Vern has dedicated himself to healing his people, seeking to prove his worth. He faces an uphill battle to claim Winona, a human astrobiologist. While Vern’s days are filled with hard work, his nights are spent engaging in steamy online encounters with his lusty human.
He tells himself he can wait to touch her, taste her, love her…until enemy forces attack Earth. Now Vern will do anything to keep her safe. He will defy his Rulers, storm across a carnage-filled battlefield, take Win in every way a woman can be taken.
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Wayback Wednesday-Exposed By Moonbeam
For months, the mysterious Ary has been teasing Storm with sexy tales of aliens. The intrepid reporter arrives in Moonbeam to investigate the story, and within hours of meeting the aristocratic Ary, Storm sees, feels and tastes his hard, vibrating proof. She’ll do anything to keep her source happy, including voyaging to the ends of the known universes to nail an exclusive.
Ary, a ruling prince of Sila, prides himself on being cool and unattached. Storm’s constantly moving mouth tests that resolve. Under her enticing touch, Ary’s primitive passions erupt, releasing his inner beast, freeing him from the restraints of tradition.
Not all Silans are happy their ruler has a mate and the enemy is poised, ready to attack. The last story Storm covers could be her own.
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“This Moonbeam place is in the middle of nowhere.” Howard, the television station’s most experienced cameraman, hunched over the steering wheel and peered through the bug-splattered windshield, the van’s headlights illuminating the lonely stretch of highway. Tall pine trees lined the pavement, their fresh scent mixing with the aroma of coffee. Stars sparkled above them, a vivid reminder that they might not be alone in the universe, a theory Storm would soon confirm.
“What are you going to do if your source doesn’t show?” Howard’s wrinkled face twisted into a scowl.
“My source will show,” Storm assured her overprotective friend. “He was scheduled to arrive in Moonbeam a week ago last Friday.” She glanced at the tiny screen of her handheld. Still no messages. “Don’t worry.”
“I have to worry because you’ve taken no precautions. Meeting with a strange man in a strange place.” He clucked his tongue. “Not everyone is your friend, Storm.”
“No one is my friend.” She recited her new mantra, undeterred by Howard’s worrying, an investigative reporter’s job to venture where others feared to tread. “I’m cool, calm and detached.”
“Right.” The older man snorted. “Who are you trying to be—Brenda?”
Storm’s face heated. “She did land the fulltime position with that attitude. Or it could have been her perfect blonde hair or her extensive coverage of the war in the Middle East that did it.” She nibbled on her bottom lip, a nasty habit she had been unable to break. “I need a war.”
“You’d cry over every death.” Howard reached over and patted her hand, his comment unfortunately true, her sympathy serving as a liability in the news business. “If your source has spent the last two weeks and a day in Moonbeam, why hasn’t he emailed you? How well do you know this guy?”
“Well enough.” She shrugged, unwilling to admit her fascination with the mysterious Arystokrata Nazwisko extended past the potentially groundbreaking story. “We’ve been in contact online for months. He claims communicating close to the rendezvous date is a security risk.” She sighed softly, missing their correspondence, Ary’s detailed stories of exotic alien worlds the highlight of her day.
Storm stared out the window at the night sky. Win says his stories are plausible and she’s the best astrobiologist I know. A meteor shot across the blackness. Is there truly life out there?
“Security risk? You’re meeting in Moonbeam, the Roswell of the North.” Howard tugged at his thin gray ponytail. “If he was so concerned about security, you’d think he would put more thought into the location.”
“Who says he didn’t? It’s the perfect site if he wants this initial encounter kept off the record,” Storm guessed, not knowing Ary’s reasoning. They exited Highway 11 and she leaned forward. The small town appeared dark and deserted, the ideal backdrop for a midnight exchange of top-secret information. “No one would believe he met with me here.” Especially with proof aliens exist.
It would be proof only she’d have access to, Ary promising her exclusivity. Storm’s lips curled upward as she envisioned her gracious acceptance of the News And Documentary Emmy Award, her proud journalism professors and jealous rivals standing in the audience, clapping enthusiastically and murmuring about how she broadened their horizons, making a difference in the world.
“Your source is right about no one believing you.” Howard interrupted her reverie. “It’s hard to take a town known for aliens seriously.” The van rolled to a stop in front of the town’s landmark, an illuminated, silver nine-foot-tall model of a UFO. “What did I tell you?” He waved his hand at the empty space. “There’s not one car in the parking lot.”
“He’ll show,” Storm repeated, trusting Ary to keep his word.
“And when he does, I’ll be here to film your meeting.” Howard unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’m not leaving you in the dark alone.”
“You’re leaving me because the station will have your ass if you stay. Freelancers aren’t assigned cameramen, you know that.” Storm summoned a smile, irked by her lowly status. “And you have a forest fire you need to film.”
“The forest fire can wait,” Howard groused.
“No, it can’t. Don’t blow this opportunity for me.” She wagged her index finger at him. “I need this. I don’t want to be covering human interest stories forever.”
“You like human-interest stories.”
“I want to make a difference.” Storm pleaded for her friend to understand, needing to do this, to prove she was a great reporter. Howard opened his mouth and she rushed to clarify. “A big difference. That’s my dream, my destiny, what I know I’m meant to do.”
Howard sighed. “Who am I to hold you back from your dreams?”
“Thank you.” She opened the door and hopped down, her sturdy military boots crunching on the gravel surface. “I’ll be begging you for editing assistance on this story.” Storm swung her heavy backpack over one of her shoulders. “Consider yourself warned.”
“You do that.” Howard shook his head, chuckling. “And call me if you need help. Remember—”
“We cover the news, we don’t make it,” Storm recited and she laughed, closing the door with a solid thud. “Now get going before you scare my source.”
Howard waved as he drove away, a smile on his weathered face. Storm watched the dented cube van until it faded from view. A peculiar clicking noise filled the night air.
“I’ll filter that out of the audio afterward,” she noted. “Don’t let it bother you, Storm. Be professional, unemotional.” She checked the time on the handheld. She was six minutes early. “Audio.” Storm flicked the recording feature on and the handheld beeped. “Check.”
She walked to the flying saucer and stood directly underneath it, as instructed. “I’m in position.” She plunked her backpack down and scanned her surroundings. The landmark was isolated from the rest of the town, with no houses built nearby. Shadows stretched across the freshly mowed grass, providing plenty of places for her contact, Arystokrata Nazwisko, to hide.
I trust him. Storm rolled her shoulders back, her joints cracking. He didn’t spend months sending me hundreds of messages simply to lure me to a remote northern town and kill me.
She extracted her compact from the backpack and primped, pushing back wayward strands of red hair, her short curls never falling perfectly in place as Brenda’s longer, light-catching golden tendrils did. Storm grimaced, her untamable hair adding more stress to an already stressful situation.
“Not that I have video.” She twisted her lips. “I should have asked for permission to record video.” An unusually large meteor flashed across the midnight sky. “Brenda would have asked for permission.” Storm tucked the compact away and wiped her moist palms on her khaki cargo pants. The annoying clicking noise increased in volume.
“Storm Mackenzie?” The voice was male and disappointingly nasally, Storm expecting Ary’s voice to be deeper and sexier. A shadow separated from the others.
She narrowed her eyes, peering into the darkness, the silhouette strange, almost insect-like. “I’m Storm Mackenzie. Is that you, Arystokrata Nazwisko?” She was proud of how the difficult name fluidly flowed off her tongue, having practiced the pronunciation for hours.
“No.” He stepped into the light and she gasped. The man…creature resembled a giant red ant, guns unlike any she’d ever seen clasped in his four hands.
Don’t run. Storm’s flesh crawled and her heart beat frantically in her chest. Great reporters don’t run. She inhaled, counted to five and exhaled.
It’s a story. It isn’t real. Film the story. Storm fumbled with her handheld, found the video function, and activated it, positioning the camera to frame the ant man. An ant man. She trembled with excitement and fear. “W-w-who are you and what do you want?”
“I am a Mravenec warrior. I want you, Storm Mackenzie, mate of Ruler Arystokrata Nazwisko, and I want revenge upon all of Sila.” He pointed one of the guns at her feet and tapped a button. Red electricity flared from the muzzle and snapped toward her.
“Shit.” She jumped backward. The energy curled around her ankles, binding them together. She stumbled and toppled over, landing with a thump on her ass, the grass cushioning her fall, her handheld remaining in her hands.
“I’ve been captured.” Storm’s voice wavered, her fear audible and unprofessional. Be cold, calm and detached. “The electricity doesn’t hurt.” Do your job. Report on the news. “I feel numb.” She wiggled her toes within her boots. “I can’t break the bond. It must be some sort of super strong alien technology.”
The giant ant man approached, his antennae twitching and his jaws clicking as they snapped open and shut. “He’s coming for me.” Storm wiggled away from him, seeing no kindness reflected in his forbidding insect face and having no desire for a posthumous Emmy Award.
“You’re mistaken, Mr. Warrior,” she called to him. “I’m not Ruler Arystokrata Nazwisko’s mate. He’s my source.” The ant’s expression remained blank. “He’s my contact and that’s all,” she explained, frantic to stop him. “We haven’t even met, not in person, so if you’re thinking to trade me or hold me for ransom, he won’t negotiate, not for me.” The ant pointed a larger, more deadly looking gun at her head, and a trickle of perspiration slid down her spine. “I’m nothing to him.”
“You are everything to me, my Storm,” a stranger yelled, his inhumanly deep voice rumbling through her body.
A flaming fireball slammed into the giant ant and flung him to the side, severing one of his arms, the limb twitching on the lawn. An even larger creature darted toward her, teeny tiny guns clutched in his big hands. The newcomer’s skin glimmered with two colors of green, ridges cascaded down his bald skull, and every inch of him rippled with muscles.
“This is what an alien should look like.”
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Wayback Wednesday-Lust By Moonbeam
My next release is Passionate By Moonbeam, the fourth and final story in the Aliens Abductions series (Lust By Moonbeam, Ravished By Moonbeam, Exposed By Moonbeam) so I thought as I’m waiting for the release (and writing the sequel to Tattooed Tryst), I’d talk about the previous stories.
Lust By Moonbeam is the first story in the series and my first Ellora’s Cave story. It is set in the very real town of Moonbeam. Moonbeam is the Roswell of the North. It is known for its o-rings (similar to crop circles except these mysterious circles are formed in the forest – I’ve seen some of these – they’re definitely real) and unexplainable moving lights that seem to hover above the small town.
Cathy arrives at Moonbeam, the Roswell of the North, with one goal—to prove the mysterious dead tree circles are not caused by UFOs. Meeting a devastatingly handsome lumberjack with unusual blue and green eyes is a bonus. He thinks he’s an alien, but that doesn’t bother Cathy. She can tolerate a little crazy in a one-night stand, especially since Rellec claims her body as no sane man ever has—with the hungry touch of forever.
Rellec arrives at Moonbeam with one goal—to retrieve his assigned mate, ensuring the continuation of his species. Having trained long and hard for his erotic mission, he is determined to satisfy his tiny human female and overcome her objections with out-of-this-world passion.
Failure is not an option.
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“Shit!” Cathy lunged, reaching out to catch her flying phone. It bounced off her fingertips, connected with the toe of her work boot and shattered against the only freakin’ rock on an otherwise grass-covered path.
“Great, just great.” She set her toolkit down, bent over and picked up the pieces. “Another phone bites the dust.” Cathy stuffed the parts into her pants pocket.
“Don’t say anything.” She craned her neck to glare up at the shiny, silver, nine-foot-tall model of a UFO. “As you’re certainly not one to judge, ruining any chances I ever had of making Moonbeam my hometown.”
“Why?” she continued her one-sided conversation. “Because you’re clearly as non-operational as my phone now is, that’s why. I also doubt the dead tree rings are a result of alien landings, so once I prove the o-rings are either naturally occurring or a hoax and I file my sure-to-be-newsworthy report with the Ministry of Natural Resources, your friendly Moonbeamers won’t be so friendly toward me.” She sighed.
“And I’ll be run out of yet another small town.” Her shoulders slumped. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the alien.”
An uncomfortable silence stretched. She was alone. Officer Danielle, her contact, hadn’t yet arrived and it was too early in the day for tourists. It was only her and Moonbeam’s most famous landmark.
“I meant no offense with the fake comment.” Cathy patted the side of the flying saucer. A high-pitched ringing sound reverberated inside the fiberglass shell and a screw dropped from the panel.
“And I didn’t do that.” Half expecting the whole alien craft to come tumbling down around her, she stepped away from the spacecraft and glanced furtively to her left and to her right. No humans or aliens were nearby. She expelled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, looked around her once more and bent to pick the screw up.
It had rolled next to a cheerful yellow dandelion poking defiantly through the cracked concrete base. “I also didn’t break the base. It was here when I arrived. When people accuse me, and for some reason they always do, I expect you to vouch for me.” She shook a finger in mock warning at the weed.
“The herbaceous plant has not yet mastered human speech,” a deep voice observed.
“Eh?” Cathy straightened quickly, cracking her head on the underbelly of the spaceship. Instead of stars, like normal people would see after a concussive smack, Cathy conjured up a hot man with eyes that could rival the Northern Lights for their brilliance. The iridescent blues and greens pulled her in, making her step toward the stranger for a better look.
Unable to focus on anything but him, she tripped over the cracked concrete and fell, tumbling headfirst into his arms, her momentum propelling him backward. They landed with a thump on the ground, his big body cushioning her fall.
The stranger gulped a big mouthful of the crisp, northern air, his flannel-covered chest heaving against her cheek, and he matter-of-factly flipped her over in his lap. Cathy raised her chin. Their gazes met and held.
“Whoa,” she whispered, wincing at the pain ricocheting inside her skull. He was good-looking, his chiseled tanned face topped with disheveled black hair and dominated by those unnatural ever-changing eyes.
While Cathy stared into his irises, transfixed by the swirl of green and blue, the stranger ran his hands over her body. He examined her thoroughly, brushing the back of her aching head and dulling her pain before he trailed his fingertips along her neck and across her shoulders, the soothing heat radiating from his palms sending sparks of awareness shooting across her skin.
He skimmed his fingertips over her breasts, his caress tightening her nipples into taut, aching peaks. “Whoa,” she repeated. Warmth flooded her cheeks as he cupped her ass, squeezing her flesh. Moisture seeped from her pussy, her arousal flavoring the morning breeze.
Cathy knew she should stop him, but her flimsy reservations melted under the stranger’s magical, healing touch. She stretched out her legs, allowing him to slide his palms along her thighs, his fingers roaming dangerously close to the source of her heat.
“I have fixed your damage, my Catherine.” The man’s accent was thick and foreign, his bone-jarring rumble causing her toes to curl in her steel-toed work boots.
“Thank you.” Cathy sat across his legs, fitting against him as though she belonged there, cradled in his arms, and she breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent. He smelled like freshly cut grass and rich, dark earth, the aromas pulling at her already battered control. “How do you know my name?”
“This is a small town, druzka.” His perfect lips quirked upward. “Everyone knows your name.” His big arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed her back into the solidity of his body and the long, thick ridge in his faded blue jeans.
She shifted, rubbing her leg against the denim, and the ridge began to vibrate. Oh my God. Stifling a moan, Cathy squeezed her thighs together. “Your phone is ringing.”
His forehead furrowed with thought lines. “I have not acquired a phone. Is it a requirement for human courtship?”
The ridge continued to pulsate, massaging her leg. Cathy looked into his unusual eyes. “Then what is—”
Firm, hungry lips covered hers before she could finish her question and all her interest in the answer evaporated.
Hot damn.
The man kissed as intensely as he touched, his surge toward her forceful and demanding, driving her head back. He didn’t allow her escape, holding her face in his large palms, securing her, his tongue probing at the seam of her mouth.
Cathy resisted his passionate assault for two long heartbeats before she released a wonder-filled sigh of submission, opening up to him. His tongue slid over hers, tumbling, playing, exploring. He tasted of Canadian back bacon and strong black coffee, and as he kissed her, melding their two mouths together, he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, his delicious heat rippling across her skin in waves of pleasure.
They were kissing on a public lawn, in the shadow of a UFO, and the possibility that they might get caught heightened her desire. She clasped his broad shoulders, twisting the fabric in her fingers.
The vibrations against her thigh increased in intensity and she wiggled. He groaned into her mouth, his hard body hardening even more, and Cathy gripped the nape of his neck, trying to get closer to him. She wound her fingers in his silky hair and used the heel of her hand to pull him closer.
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Wayback Wednesday-Ravished By Moonbeam
I’m currently working on edits for Passionate by Moonbeam, the fourth and final Moonbeam story. The hero of Passionate by Moonbeam is Fixer Vern, our favorite a$$ loving alien. He has appeared in the other three stories and reading buddies have been asking for his story. I thought it right that we should end the series with Fixer Vern’s happy ending.
All of the other heroes are mentioned or appear in Passionate by Moonbeam and one couple has HUGE news. This is my favorite story in the series.
By Cynthia Sax
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When Officer Danielle smacks a hunky alien with her police cruiser, she suspects her black-and-green perp is up to no good…and that turns her on. She shoots him. He grins. She hunts him down. He captures her, seducing her on a bed of pine needles. She’s never felt so alive.
Krol knows a frail human female won’t satisfy his primal sexual urges, but he’s willing to make that sacrifice to ensure the continuation of his species. Then Danielle attempts to terminate him, and he realizes Earth women aren’t as dainty as they appear. Her lust may be a match for his basest needs, after all.
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Ravished By Moonbeam Wins Sensual Reads 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Award
Woot!
Ravished by Moonbeam has won a Sensual Reads 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Science Fiction!
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By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Ellora’s Cave
Krol knows a frail human female won’t satisfy his primal sexual urges, but he’s willing to make that sacrifice to ensure the continuation of his species. Then Danielle attempts to terminate him, and he realizes Earth women aren’t as dainty as they appear. Her lust may be a match for his basest needs, after all.
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Revew For Lust By Moonbeam
Barb at Bad Barb’s Place shares
“I have always been a Cynthia Sax fan and every time I read something else by her I love her writing even more. I know that I can find not only the hot scenes but scenes that have you laughing out loud or also yelling yeah when her heroines kick butt.”
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By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Ellora’s Cave
Cathy arrives at Moonbeam, the Roswell of the North, with one goal—to prove the mysterious dead tree circles are not caused by UFOs. Meeting a devastatingly handsome lumberjack with unusual blue and green eyes is a bonus. He thinks he’s an alien, but that doesn’t bother Cathy. She can tolerate a little crazy in a one-night stand, especially since Rellec claims her body as no sane man ever has—with the hungry touch of forever.
Rellec arrives at Moonbeam with one goal—to retrieve his assigned mate, ensuring the continuation of his species. Having trained long and hard for his erotic mission, he is determined to satisfy his tiny human female and overcome her objections with out-of-this-world passion.
Failure is not an option.
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