I want to thank Victoria for having me by today for her Friends Friday. *hugs* The name “Friends Friday” got me thinking about something that happened to me the other day and I thought it would be a fun post topic.
So, I was out to lunch the other day with a friends of mine, and for some odd reason, the topic turned to my books. We got to discussing my coming release, Love’s Crash Landing, and she asked me what had inspired me to write about aliens from outer space. I was too embarrassed at the time to tell her the truth, that I had been influenced by an episode of Ancient Aliens on the history channel. I think I threw out some lame excuse about having an active imagination, then buried my face in the Hawaiian burger in front of me and prayed the subject would be changed.
It was only after that I began to wonder why I was so ashamed of where I got my inspiration from?
I’m a nerd! Everyone who knows me will attest to that. If I’m not reading, writing or gardening during my free time, I can usually be found watching TV. I love the history channel, discovery channel, and just about any channel willing to show an interesting documentary. And as a writer, I tend to find inspiration in the most odd places. An idea can strike with a simple saying, a funny story, attending online classes, while reading the newspaper, and yes, even while watching TV.
I’ve now decided that the next time someone asks me where the inspiration of a story came from, I’m going to hold my head up high and freely admit it; I probably got the idea while watching one of my favorite TV shows. There is nothing to be ashamed of, and as long as a good story is the result, I really doubt anyone is going to care where (or who) my muse snags its inspiration from.
What’s a simple farmer to do when an alien crash-lands in his cornfield? Try to keep the little guy safe from the government, all while trying not to fall in love with his guest while he’s at it. It may not be as easy as he originally thought.
Gavin Howard lives a simple life on his farm, keeping to himself and staying under the radar. That is all changed late one night when a spaceship crash-lands in his cornfield. So what is a simple farmer to do when he finds an injured alien lying in his back yard? Take it inside and care for it until it can “phone home,” of course.
But Prince Mi’Kel Ta’Rulen is not what Gavin expected. Beautiful, gentle, and on a mission to save his dying planet, Mi’Kel needs Gavin’s help for more than just his injuries. Can Gavin help Mi’Kel find the solution to save his people all while keeping the little alien safe from the Earth governments hunting him?
Gavin finds himself falling in love with the being from outer space, but can he find it in his heart to let the little alien go when Mi’Kel’s ship is finally fixed? Or will Mi’Kel’s secrets drive them apart when the alien needs his farmer the most?
Gavin Howard jumped out of bed the moment he heard the sound of the crash.
He’d been sleeping soundly, exhausted after a day of planting crops in the field behind his small farmhouse, when a loud boom shook the house down to its foundation and a blinding flash of light lit up the entire room.
Jerked from a pleasant dream involving two male belly dancers and a lot of whipped cream, Gavin opened his eyes as his befuddled brain struggled to catch up. Glancing at the clock, Gavin groaned when he saw the glowing red numbers read 2:17am. Lights shone from his backyard, just visible through his bedroom bay window. The red and orange flickering moved hypnotically and beautifully. It took a long moment before he realized what he saw.
Was that–? Holy shit, my backyard is on fire!
Before he even realized he had moved, Gavin jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over his half-hard cock, not bothering to do up the buttons completely. He grabbed his shotgun and charged down the stairs like a herd of buffalo were after him.
Before he even reached the kitchen and back door that lead outside, Gavin heard his old Blue Heeler, Bo, going wild, barking like a demon-possessed hound. The dog threw itself at the screen door again and again, blocking him from getting to the backyard and only quieting his howls to whimpering and whining when he spotted his beloved owner rushing into the room.
Gavin grabbed a flashlight from below the sink, patting Bo’s head as he went by.
“S’okay boy, I got it.” He opened the door, then turned back to push Bo back into the house when the mutt tried to slip between his legs. “Stay, Bo. Stay!” he commanded, not wanting to put his dog in danger until the backyard was safe. He shut the door, taking a deep breath to ready himself to face whatever had disturbed his sleep so violently.
Gavin turned, prepared to face the issue at hand.
And promptly dropped the flashlight he held.
“No way…” he muttered, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn’t reconcile what he saw with what his brain knew had to be possible. He looked around. Nope, no cameras or microphones anywhere to be seen. Bo still whined from inside the house. Gavin gave himself a little pinch on the leg with his one free hand and hissed at the sharp, bright pain blossoming on his leg. Well, he wasn’t dreaming, which meant what he was seeing had to be real.
The scene before him seemed impossible, unbelievable.
Gavin just stood there, stunned, gun hanging from limp hands, mouth hanging open.
What the hell is going on?
No way could there be a crashed spaceship sitting in the center of his cornfield.
Pulling together his now-tattered courage, Gavin reached down to pick up the fallen flashlight, and then carefully started to approach the smoking wreckage, gun ready to shoot at the smallest sign of movement. Times like this, he was glad his military training gave him enough experience to keep himself safe as he approached a possible danger zone. His eyes were trained on the sky, for what, he didn’t know–more ships maybe?
Because as much as he wanted to deny what he was seeing, there was no doubt about it; he was definitely looking at a large silver spaceship.
The ship didn’t seem to be much taller than his tractor but definitely appeared wider; at least twenty feet across in an almost disk shape. The smooth sides shone silver, with an iridescent sheen that probably served as camouflage while the ship flew. He’d seen a weak rendition of just that type of thing years before while he’d been on special assignment in the Marines. Although, what he saw back then didn’t even begin to compare to the stunning object before him.
The fallen ship gave off a thrumming feel, vibrating deep in his chest with a low hum, almost like when the next door neighbor played a bass guitar in his garage. Gavin could still remember those days from back when he lived on the base. He knew there was sound coming from the amplifiers, but it was too low for him to actually hear. He could feel the static energy and vibration on his skin, but no sound could be heard.
All of the sudden, Gavin realized that what he was seeing might be real. As a kid, he’d always been a comic book fan and loved the old Star Trek TV show. But never in his life could he have imagined something like this.
Hot damn! He had a real live flying saucer in his backyard.