QSFer Layla Dorine has a new MM sci fi book out:
Born moments before his parents crashed landed on Earth, Jason was raised in foster care. As soon as he was old enough, he packed his backpack and hit the road. Just him and his bike.
Now a jaded young man, living above a roadhouse diner and bar with several other misfits, he struggles to understand friendships, relationships, and the bonds of family.
Unbeknownst to Jason, other refugees from the planet Altiss also made it safely to Earth. After discovering Jason living as a human, they seek to safeguard him and his fledgling abilities.
As Jason’s powers begin to manifest, his mate arrives on earth looking to claim him. Ano ki stalks Jason, seeking to gain his trust, and his proximity only intensifies Jason’s burgeoning magic…
Fearing they will be dragged back to the planet they fled, the refugees prepare to do battle. In Jason, they believe they may have what is needed to tip the scales in their favor.
Left with no choice but to accept his heritage and learn to fight, Jason struggles with some harsh lessons about love and trust amidst a backdrop of battle and betrayal.
A streak of brilliant red light raced overhead. Jason watched it plummet and crash into a nearby field in a shower of earth and red sparks. Before Trajin could blink, Jason was sprinting towards it, and Trajin was racing to catch up, all the while thinking this was the stupidest thing he’d done in all his twenty-one years.
He watched Jason vault the wooden fence at the edge of the property and sprint into the cloud of dust. Somewhere behind him, he was sure he heard Dan’s booming voice calling both of them fools, but Trajin didn’t slow, though every instinct he had screamed at him to stop. He could see a shadow that he hoped was Jason and followed it into the heart of the cloud.
A deep furrow was etched into the ground, smoking and smoldering, adding soot to the cloud of dirt. Trajin looked around wildly, searching for the shadow that he’d been following, but there were shadows everywhere now.
“Jay! Jason! Where the hell are you?”
Standing beside a glowing red crater, Jason coughed and backed away from the heat radiating from what looked to be a large rock. A meteor maybe; Jason couldn’t tell. The smoke and dust made it hard to breathe, the heat made it almost suffocating, but he couldn’t back away. Shaking, he could only stand there, his restless energy turned into nervous anticipation as a voice echoed all around him, telling him everything was going to be all right.
Jason stopped believing it when the red stone cracked. A large, looming figure rose from the halves, flaming wings extended, eyes swirling red and gold as they focused on Jason. Its mouth opened to reveal a wicked set of fangs as its clawed talons extended with a loud, metallic sound. Jason started to move, but the weight of its gaze froze him in place. Then it pointed one of its talons at him and spoke a single word: Mine.
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LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.
Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.