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Once upon a time, I was a “normal” teenager. Now I’m a galactic cop with a deadly predator as my boss. I get to deal with flesh eating monsters, alien babies, hunky warlords, space battles and not so bright bad guys. Plus, the fate of the universe rests in our hands. What could possibly go wrong? Did I mention the baby? (It’s a boy).
Enjoy an Excerpt
“Has your father talked to you about the physical differences between a human male and a Coletti?”
“No.” Where was this going?
Uncle Zarek frowned. “Did he explain to you what happens between a male and a female?”
I stared at him in utter horror. Oh, my, God. He wasn’t going to give me the birds and the bees speech, was he? “Relax I had sex education classes in school.”
“Sex with a Coletti warrior is not the same. I need to educate you on our anatomical differences.”
God, just kill me now. “Do you hafta?”
“Yes, I hafta. Some females find our penis frightening.”
A giggle escaped me. “Seriously? Does it have teeth or something?”
“No.” Uncle Zarek rubbed a hand over his face. “Did you notice the slit in Kaelen’s abdomen?”
I nodded.
“We are a warlike race and to protect our ability to procreate, the Goddess placed our appendages in a shielded pouch inside our abdomens.”
Okay. That kinda made sense. “So, kicking a Coletti warrior in the nuts is only going to piss him off?”
“Exactly.”
What was he being so mysterious about? “Ok, what’s so scary about your man parts?”
Uncle Zarek stared at me for a long moment, and an image formed in my head.
My eyes widened in horror as a snakelike penis with a frill of tentacles around the top slid out of a stomach slit. “Tentacles? Are you freakin’ kidding me? What is it with aliens and tentacles? Ewww.”
About the Author 
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea of what a real emergency is. Take this for an example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing.
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This book transports you into a hilarious world of evil aliens, stupid aliens, handsome good guys and a cute as a button alien baby. It’s so much fun. I highly recommend it.