QSFer Erik Schubach has a new lesbian sci fi romance out:
Almost three thousand years after an extinction level event on Earth, mankind seeks to regain its former glory, in a new world where magic and technology collide.
Laney Herder finds herself thrust into an adventure not of her choosing as Prince George asks for her assistance, in her role as a Sora of the Mountain Gypsies. She is tasked to uncover a plot to sow unrest between Highland Reach and the Lower Ten realms.
As the shadow of a civil war looms over the lands of Sparo, Laney and Celeste must navigate the twists and turns of a sedition that runs deep through all the realms, orchestrated by a familiar foe.
Can Laney stop the treasonous plan from coming to fruition as she attends the Capitol for the Royal Masquerade?
Techromancy Scrolls Book Three
My foster daughter, Misty, came running into the study where I sat with Celeste and my mother. “Sora Laney, Sora Laney!”
I gave her a chastising and expectant look.
The girl smiled and gave us a far too cute embarrassed look as she rolled her eyes, correcting herself, “Sorry… mom.”
I grinned like a loon as I leaned out of the sitting couch and gave the young one a hug. With a chuckle I ruffled Misty’s hair with my white silk gloved hand before I said in my raspy voice, “Better. Now, what has you in such a tizzy?”
Inside I was beaming with such warmth at her calling me that. I couldn’t fault her, Celeste and I hadn’t been her fosters for a year yet, so it would take some time for us all to acclimate to our new family.
Celeste beamed at the two of us, she knows how happy I was to take little Misty Cobbler in as a foster, once her gifts as a sensitive started getting more and more pronounced last year after she turned nine.
I admit to having a soft spot in my heart for all children and have had a deep yearning to have some of my own. Misty is the first of what I hope is many. And though she always tries to act aloof about it, Celeste loves Misty dearly too.
I remember the tears of joy her parents had the day they accepted my offer of the fosterage of their daughter. It meant their child would live as a noble under the crest of my house and that she would want for nothing.
That was a dream that was common among the serfs, I should know, it was a dream of mine once upon a time. And unlike most fosterings, I buck the tradition of isolating the child from her birth parents by allowing them to visit her here, or for her to visit them anytime she or they feel the urge. I think it is barbaric not to allow such.
My little brother, Jace, came darting into the study, bubbling with excitement, and his eager face fell when he saw Misty. He screwed up his face, narrowed one eye, and shook his head saying, “There is no way you could have beat me here you little sneak. I took every shortcut from the Warehouse District.”
My brother had turned into a strapping young man over the past three years since I returned from my adventures in Solomon. At twelve, he was taller and more fit than most of the kids his age, due to all of the running and hauling he did as the acknowledged fastest messenger in the Court of Wexbury. I am now able to finally envision what he will look like when he becomes an adult, now that he has lost most of the baby fat that children carry around the first ten years or so of their lives.
His face was strikingly similar to my late stepfather, Corrick’s. He is going to have girls following him around the court soon, which is just as well as he is starting to notice them too.
Misty gave him her cute, disarming smile and said imperiously, “An aspiring Knight of the Realm must always take advantage of their environment to overcome any disadvantage.”
I had to grin at that and bite my tongue to stop the laugh that was threatening. She listened to Celeste’s lessons more adamantly than I did myself, and was repeating it by rote.
Then she crinkled her nose and admitted with a grin, “I stowed away in a supply wagon returning to the castle from the warehouses, Uncle Jace.”
Jace tipped his head back and laughed heartily. He was a good sport about being cheated from his victory. Then he shook his head and smiled at her as he pointed his finger accusingly at her, saying, “As I said, you’re a little sneak.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
I was so glad that those two got along so well, especially since they were only three years apart and more like siblings than uncle and niece.
Celeste interjected, “Now that we have established the fact that our little Misty here is indeed and grade A sneak. What has the two of you so excited?”
I got my start writing novels by accident. I have always been drawn to strong female characters in books, like Honor Harrington. And I also believe that there is a lack of LGBT characters in media. So one day I came up with a story idea that combines the two… two days later I completed the manuscript for Music of the Soul.
I write LGBT novels in many genres including romance, scifi, paranormal, fantasy, and dystopian to name a few. And my writing style may not be the most professional nor grammatically correct, but I never profess to be an English major, just a person that wants to share a story. I maintain that my primary language is sarcasm.
Each of my books features strong likeable female characters that are flawed. I think that flaws and emotional or physical scars make us human and give us more character than simply conforming to some “social norm”.