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Announcement: Desert World Rebirth, by Lyn Gala

Desert World RebirthDSPP author Lyn Gala has a new Sci Fi book out:

New ambassadors Temar Gazer and Shan Polli stopped one disaster on Livre, but the battle isn’t over. Temar is still struggling to work through the abuse he suffered. Livre, too, stands at a crossroads: it could ally with the breakaway planets—risking strange and dangerous beliefs—or the older alliance, which offers human rights protections but seeks to control the planet’s resources. With everyone keeping secrets, it’s impossible to know who to trust. Shan and Temar do their best to navigate cultures they don’t understand and avoid the dangers lurking around every corner. It’s a delicate balance, but they manage… until a disaster takes Shan away from Temar.

It’s up to Temar to rescue Shan and guide their planet through the crisis safely, and he isn’t sure he’s ready. Just because he and Shan have chosen each other doesn’t mean their love is strong enough to survive when the stirring sands around them change.

1st Edition published by Dreamspinner Press, January 2012.


Excerpt

SHAN HEARD the door chime and nearly jumped out of his skin. Three months living in the relay station set deep in the Livre desert, and he still wasn’t used to some of the technology. Door chimes, for one. Another difference would be the sheer amount of space he lived in. In the church, he had privacy, time to search his thoughts. However, there he was always aware of Div shuffling somewhere in the house or softly praying, his Latin drifting through the air. Livre houses were generally small, built to stand up against the desert wind. Here, silence reigned. The early settlers had built the station before the inner worlds had largely abandoned Livre to survive—or die—on its own.

Shan walked through the storage room to one of the five living spaces. Through the thick window, he could see a shadowed form moving in the bright Livre sunshine. Maybe he’d been living alone too long, because his mind went to Ista and to all the men and women who had tried to kill him… to the wealthy and beloved landowner Ben, who had shown his true colors when he raped Temar. Shan could forgive the murder attempt more easily than Ben’s willingness to rape. But considering Ben, Ista, and most of their coconspirators were dead, fearing that they’d turn up here suggested that he had been alone a little too long.

Pushing aside irrational fears, Shan opened the door and smiled as he saw Temar standing in the light, his sand veil hanging around his neck.

“Temar!” Stepping forward, he caught Temar in a quick hug. “I thought you were off working your glass this week.” Temar often stopped by, running the long dunes to visit once or twice a week, but he’d already warned Shan that he wouldn’t be able to visit this week.

A flash of pain crossed Temar’s face, and he dropped his head so his shaggy blond hair hid his features.

“Temar?” Shan asked, his voice quieting.

Temar gave a shrug.

“Do you want to come in?” Shan took a step back to give Temar some room. He didn’t want to push him, not after what Ben had done. So even if Shan’s cock sometimes ached with need, and if he sometimes lay in bed stroking himself while thinking of Temar, Shan wouldn’t physically crowd the man. He’d give Temar space to heal on his own.

With a small nod, Temar came into the station, passing through the room with the metal and plastic chairs and tables with the perfect lines and symmetrical bolts that Shan still found a little alien. When he and Temar had left the door open to pursue Ben, not even the wind and sand of the desert storm had left a mark on the sterile room. Shan was used to the curves of windwood, the uneven gaps formed by the twisted branches, and the way a truly great craftsman could make a piece curve with the human body. Every craftsman had his own style. Roget Ally from Landing created chairs and tables with small branches that intertwined so perfectly that the pieces of wood appeared to wrap around each other, as though in love. In comparison, these perfectly uniform chairs brought down by the drop ships that first carried settlers to Livre had no life.


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Author Bio

Lynsey “Lyn” Gala is a voracious reader. Westerns starring men with shady pasts gave way to science fiction with questionable protagonists, which eventually became any story with a morally ambiguous character. Even the purest heroes have pain and loss and darkness in their hearts, and that’s where she likes to find her stories. Her characters seek to better themselves and find the happy (or happier) ending.

When she isn’t writing, Lyn Gala teaches history in a small town in New Mexico. Her favorite spot to write is a flat rock under a wide tree on the edge of the open desert where her dog can terrorize local wildlife. Writing in a wide range of genres, she often gravitates back to adventure and BDSM, stories about men in search of true love and a way to bring some criminal to justice… unless they happen to be the criminal.

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