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Through her dress, he felt every curve, peak and valley. He loved every one of them. “It is only fair that Groat understands Humans won’t be the universe’s bitch anymore.”
“Yes, but now he knows what you can do.”
Bei eased his wife in front of him. “He cannot even fathom what I’ll do to stay free.”
She squeezed his waist. “What we’ll do. This is everyone’s fight. You’re not alone anymore.”
No. No, he wasn’t. Nor was he just a Syn-En. Somewhere on the rolling sands of an alien world, the universe had recognized him as a flesh and blood man. No one could take that from him. Ever. “Let’s celebrate.”
Rising on her toes, she kissed his throat, his jaw. She stopped just short of his lips. “With a hot shower?”
Heat shimmered through him. He loved how she thought. Hell, he just loved her. Scooping his wife into his arms, he strode toward their new quarters. “Any way we want. We’re free to choose.”
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Currently available:
The Syn-En Solution
Syn-En: Culture Clash
Coming Summer 2014
Syn-En: Plague World— journey to the place where the Surlat strain started and uncover a secret so powerful it will ignite a intergalactic war.
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www.LindaAndrews.net/id16.html
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www.LindaAndrews.net/id15.html
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About the Author:
Linda Andrews lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, three children and a menagerie of domesticated animals. While she started writing a decade ago, she always used her stories to escape the redundancy of her day job as a scientist and never thought to actually combine her love of fiction and science. DOH! After that Homer Simpson moment, she allowed the two halves of her brain to talk to each other. The journeys she’s embarked on since then are dark, twisted and occasionally violent, but never predictable. If you’ve loved one of her most demented creations so far, she’d love to hear from you at lindaandrews at lindaandrews dot net.