Thursday, May 21, 2015

Great news: Operation Earth is now available at a lower price!

Great news: Desert Breeze Publishing just lowered the price of Operation Earth. It is now available for just $2.99 for Kindle.

Operation Earth is about Rachael, attempting to survive the aftermath of an alien invasion. Her neighbors want her to join the resistance, but she couldn't be less interested in any more violence. Meeting one of the invaders doesn't make her life any easier; he's not so scary up close.


Seven billion people on Earth go about their daily lives, and no one is prepared when a global EMP slows the world to a crawl. With all our technology incapacitated, everything changes. Within days alien soldiers line the streets, and life will never be the same. In the midst of chaos, Rachael Hill struggles to adapt to the new order, doing her best to keep herself and her cat alive.

On a ship far above the planet surface, Peter just got his new Earth name, and can’t even remember his identity from the last world he visited. It’s another day on the job, one more planet on a never-ending list. That is, until Rachael bumps into him, dropping exotic objects all around his feet. His culture taught him females should be obeyed and protected, but he never had an urge to leave himself at a woman’s mercy until now.


Her arms were filled with goods, and she couldn't balance any more. When a bag of pears almost fell out of her hands, she muttered, "Why don't I ever learn to take a cart?"

She usually went to the store intending to grab bare essentials like milk and eggs, so little she wouldn't even need a basket, and ended up balancing twenty things in her arms.

Once she had a safe grip on all the groceries again, she remembered she was out of tea and veered across the aisle without looking. She bumped into someone's back, and dropped everything all over the floor.

"Dammit!" After the initial curse, apologies came automatically. "I'm so sorry. I don't know where I have my head today."

A friendly male voice said, "It's my fault. Let me help you with that."

She lifted her head and gazed into a pair of warm golden eyes.


His stare held her captive, and she wanted to step closer. It took an effort to take her eyes
away from his, and watching a handsome face crowned by a mop of brown hair barely eased the magnetic tug.

The newcomer wore a black uniform with some form of insignia on the collar, and he held a large, rifle-like weapon over his chest. Sidearms poked out of holsters on both hips. He could probably shoot half the city to pieces.

Rachael returned his smile. It wasn't just the uniform that made his upper arms look like tree trunks. Probably a lot of steroids in there...

I'm so prejudiced. If they don't allow chocolate they won't allow other drugs, and their DNA must be completely different. Looking human doesn't mean they are.

Having grown up in a city, she was wary of anyone unknown, especially the big ones that might explode unprovoked at any moment.

The only time a woman would stand close to a buff unknown man was if someone even bigger and scarier was around. In that case, she hoped Man Number One could provide protection. Everyone knew this. For decades it was how women survived without being raped.

The stranger scooped up her things from the floor and pressed them into her hands. His eyes glittered.

"Do you want me to get you a cart?"

Oooh, not just good looking, but polite too. Hope I'm not blushing.

"No, I'm good. I thought I could balance some tea too, but that might be overdoing it."

He looked like he was about to say something, but closed his mouth again.

Was tea about to disappear too? Maybe she should hurry and grab some before it
vanished from the shelves along with everything else she liked.

She stole another glance of the marvelous golden eyes, and he smiled. Then, he gave a
slight nod.

"Alright then. You have a good day."

For being one of the aliens, invaders even, he wasn't all that bad.

Don't go. She couldn't say that, but managed to get the words, "You too" over her lips
just as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder and winked, and her heart pounded in her chest.

Repeating the mantra that she was a silly goose didn't help at all. Not one little bit. 

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