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Dancing the Stars
Lizzie Starr
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Amazing what can be found on an archeological expedition.

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Amazing what can be found on an archeological expedition.

Irisa bumbles through a summer snowstorm to discover a crude lean-to…complete with a warm fire and loin-cloth clad man. When the expedition leader also discovers the alien, a chase across the galaxy bring Irisa and Niallan close to the Planet-Eater.

But, which is the more dangerous--the Company that wants evidence of alien life--or the mindless mass destruction of the huge nebula?

So, now what? Irisa sat, with her knees pulled up to her chin, separated from a nearly naked, purple-haired man by a small blue-white flame. She closed her eyes. At least warmth was flowing back into her numb fingers and toes, along with stinging pain. Her eyes opened to an intense, cobalt blue gaze. Warmth spread through her more quickly, tingling around her heart. Was this some strange, off-planet virus?

The alien--no, she corrected herself, this was his planet, and she was the stranger. This man, purple hair and all, was the most alluring specimen she had even seen.

After inviting her into the lean-to, he’d said nothing more, only busied himself throwing some berries into a pot simmering over the small fire. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and nodded. The rising steam did smell good, almost like hot chocolate.

He reached into a leather bag at his feet and pulled out a small square of material. Taking a second tiny pot from the edge of the fire, he poured clear water onto the cloth and tested the wet material against his thigh. "Use this to wash the wounds on your hands."

Irisa looked at her palms. Although warm and stinging, she had forgotten the bloody scrapes. With a smile of thanks, she took the wet cloth and dabbed gingerly at her palms. The man’s exasperated sigh drew her gaze back to his face. He shook his head and leaned around the fire to take the cloth. Cradling one of her hands in his, he rubbed briskly, and grasped her hand tighter when she tried to wince away.

"If you do not clean it properly, the scrapes may become infected."

"But it hurts."

He gave her hand a close look and scrubbed over one area again before letting her fingers escape his grasp. Irisa kept her hand close to her belly. The palm ached, but the back of her hand, where it had pressed against his skin, tingled. It was such a strange, incredible feeling. The tingling spread up her arm and into her chest; her breasts felt heavy.

"The other hand, please."

"What?" Startled, Irisa glanced at the dried blood streaked across her second palm. "Oh. Be careful."

The man nodded, and did seem to clean the scrapes more gently. After dropping the cloth in the water, he reached back into the bag and removed a small tube. Gentle strokes soothed a clear ointment over the scrapes. When he held out his hand and wiggled his fingers indicating he wanted to treat the other palm, Irisa bit at her lower lip. The doctoring was driving her insides crazy. Afraid of the unusual feelings, she never wanted them to stop.

Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, the man returned to his place and glanced into the steaming pot. He poured some of the liquid into a heavy mug and held it out to her. To hide her disappointment at the abrupt ending of the pleasant touch, Irisa glanced toward the leafy stem he’d pulled the berries from. "Uh, no thanks. I was told not to eat any of the local plants in case they’re poisonous."

Thick, purple eyebrows lifted. "These berries are not dangerous to your people." He gestured with the mug and lifted a second mug in salute. "Drink."

She shrugged, wrapped her fingers around the mug and took a close look at the amber liquid. If nothing else, the cup was wonderfully warm and the smell comforted her.

Irisa took a careful sip and let the hot liquid swirl around her tongue before she swallowed. The taste was even more like chocolate than the smell hinted at. "It’s very good." He drank as well, cobalt eyes sparkling as he watched her over the edge of his mug.

Lowering her mug to her lap, she touched her chest with one hand. "I’m Irisa."

*lizzie made up games and stories to keep her company as a child. So, a witch lived in Grampa’s weather research station and was only held at bay by a certain weed. An ancient road grader became a boat carrying wild adventurers to islands filled with sheep that turned into lions and cannibals.

Now, the stories of her imagination are beginning to find their way to paper and pixels. Filled with fantasy and love, these tales take her far from the mundane world.

When *lizzie has to return to that mundane life, she’s a lead cook at a university dining service. Happily, the folks she works with have become accustomed to her writer’s ways and just shake their heads when she goes off on some fantastical tangent, asks strange what if questions, or just has to find a piece of paper and a pen that actually writes. One of her greatest delights is to watch the joy of writing fill a friend, and she’ll do anything to help them achieve their dream.

And someday, when she grows up, *lizzie wants to be eccentric.

*lizzie adores hearing what you think about her tales.

"It sparkles…” -- Margaret B Lawrence, author of Caresse: A Loving Touch

Lizzie Starr pens an original romantic fantasy with Keltic Flight. I enjoyed learning that faeries can be sexy. The winged hero Korin faced difficult, even lethal obstacles sure to destroy his chance to win Nanceen. His determination and devotion made this inter-species romance a very pleasurable read.

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Fantasy Books

ISBN: 1590888731
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590888735
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 368
Paper Weight (lb): 15.4

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