Kindle Edition Amazon Tricia McGill Australian Author Tricia McGill Australian Author Books We Love Category:  Romance Publisher: Books We Love Ltd. ISBN-10:  B0189L67KS Type: Fiction Pages: 180 Copyright: Nov 19, 2015 ISBN-13: 9781771458108 Price: $2.99 (eBook) Passion flares on a far planet, but can love with an alien survive?               Terrified, and in fear for her life after her husband, an undercover cop, is killed, Melanie Ross has nowhere to hide. A squadron from a far planet visiting Earth on a reconnaissance survey prepares to leave, without one of their members who is dying of a virus. Irena must remain on Earth, so seeks a replacement to take her craft back to the other side of the Universe. Seeing Melanie’s predicament she offers her an escape. Reluctantly Melanie agrees. Conquering her fears, she must learn to live among a superior race on Qindaga. Reve, commander of the star ship circling their planet, bears an inexplicable resemblance to her dead husband. Passion flares amid the stars, but can love with an alien flourish? Excerpt Stretching out her hand, Melanie tentatively pressed her palm over the iridescent panel. Silently the doors slid open and she marched through into the quietness of the interior office. She passed banks of computerized control screens where robots worked diligently at their places. These robots were smaller and more compact than the ones in the loading bay and had two openings on their head, more like eyes. One or two of the six supervisors looked up and a distinctly wary expression passed over their faces, but other than that no one paid her much attention. She’d noted with surprise that every male she’d seen so far had flowing hair of copper or gunmetal grey. Every female, and she’d seen only two in the loading dock, and three on the way here, had the same titian hair as her own. Another disquieting fact was they were all beautiful specimens. Not a disfigured, ugly, or even plain face amongst them. As she stepped through the door opening, one of these copper-haired men turned from a screen he’d been studying. For just a moment, his face looked ravaged by despair—his eyes cold as they assessed her thoroughly. With a small cry of distress Melanie put a hand to her throat. “Chris!” Her dead husband’s name burst from her lips. This man she knew must be Reve, the commander of this Starship, resembled her late husband so much she knew she must be going mad. A small taut pause passed when the air seemed to crackle with tension. “No, I am Reve. You, of course, are the impostor returned from Earth in Irena’s place.” His imperious tone was laced with ice. Yet, at some abstract level Melanie registered the deep timbre of his voice did something weird and wonderful to her insides, sliding over her senses like warm chocolate. “Impostor! You know who I am. Irena must surely have implanted information in the data banks of the craft that brought me here.” She suffered a moment’s fear beneath his scrutiny as he moved to within a foot of her and grasped one of her hands. She dragged it free. “You look just like my husband. At least your facial features are his.” Fluttering began in her lower abdomen and soon spread to her extremities. “I take it you do know the details of how I came to be here in Irena’s place?” “Not minutely. I suggest you tell me in your own words.” With a small shrug of impatience, or annoyance, he beckoned her to follow him through a door at the end of the room. After closing the door he pointed to a couch at one side of the chamber. “Be seated,” he commanded. It was as deeply padded as the one on the craft, but as she sank onto it, its soft luxuriousness did little to suppress the uneasiness engulfing her. His unnerving eyes still on her, he sat opposite her. “First, could you kindly explain why you bear such a striking likeness to my dead husband? How can this be?” Melanie asked, knowing her nervousness came through in her voice, although she was trying her utmost to conceal it. He shrugged massive shoulders. On closer inspection just his face resembled Chris’s. His luxuriant hair of burnished copper flowed unrestrained to his waist, and every part of his body, from his broad shoulders to his solid chest was so much more powerful and impressive than Chris’s had ever been. Following him into the room she’d not failed to notice his powerful legs and body, his trim and taut buttocks, clearly defined beneath the skintight breeches he wore. She found him intimidating. And his eyes, the color of chocolate, were coldly assessing her every movement and making her feel a bit like a bug under a scientist’s microscope. “I can only presume Irena saw fit to transplant your partner’s image in your brain. Perhaps she surmised you may find the appearance of her people too alien for you to accept,” he said tersely, making her wonder why he was being so aggressive, when he must know how she came to be here. “And how is it I have this amazing body?” She ran trembling hands down her shapely hips. “So far I don’t know what my face looks like, for I haven’t seen it. But I do know I’m a lot taller than I was on Earth. And my hair has changed color and length.” Still slightly fascinated by the change in her appearance, Melanie fingered a long tress. With innate grace he rose, moving to a panel with hundreds of buttons and knobs lined up on its face. Pressing one, he pointed a long finger to the wall opposite where she sat. “Your reflection.” Melanie drew in a shocked breath as she got to her feet. A ceiling to floor mirror showed her image. “I’m beautiful,” she whispered, touching a finger to her mouth. A mouth that was now wide and full, and certainly sensual. An incredibly attractive woman with slanting eyes of a deep shade of green returned her look. High cheekbones and an elegantly tilted nose made up a face usually seen in glossy magazines. In fact it reminded her of a well-known model. Then it came to her, this young girl, recently featured on a news program, had been chosen from hundreds to advertise a new line of cosmetics. Turning sideways, Melanie assessed this new person she saw before her. How odd this all was. And scary! Melanie Ross had disappeared. The woman who stared back at her was exquisite.

Harriet Klausner The Best Reviews
"This is a strong outer space romance starring two delightful star-crossed lovers (literal & figurative). The story line is loaded with earthly and solar action. The support cast enables the audience to understand decisions made especially those by Melanie. Tricia McGill provides readers with a cogent romantic science fiction that is sure to gain her fans from both genres. Great Futuristic Romance."

Carmel Vivier for Romance Reviews Today
"Ms. McGill's other world development is very believable. She provides realistic characters, and the landscape of Qindaga is similar enough to earth to avoid being jarring. She tells a good story that flows nicely and is consistent. This book does provide a love story and lots of sexual tension. Ms. McGill is a good writer with a unique story idea, a great imagination and a nice writing style with excellent dialogue. I look forward to her next offering."

Mary Allyce for TheWriteLifestyle
"Australian author Tricia McGill achieves a nice balance between science fiction and sensual romance. The color, beauty and technology of an alien planet come alive in a story where nothing is quite what it seems, but the universal emotions of love and trust span worlds and space. McGill keeps the pages turning with a tour of a planet that introduces readers to its citizens as she deepens the relationship between her main characters while maintaining tension through both external and internal conflict. McGill reserves some surprises that dress up the resolution nicely. If you like science fiction romance with a splash of suspense, you won't be disappointed."