Meet the pets from all the #PetsInSpace Authors! #MeetMyPet #romance #scifirom

Last week I introduced you to Elynyn, the tibbar from GIB AND THE TIBBAR. Well, many of the other Embrace the Romance authors have introduced their pets as well. If you didn’t meet the pets from their stories, here are the links where you can find them…


Want your own Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2 Coloring Book? The authors of this anthology are running a ‘contest’ where everyone is a winner of our Embrace the Romance Coloring Book.

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Join @JennNixon, myself, and other #SciFi #Romance authors for a Facebook Party! #giveaway

Hello! This evening, I am participating in a Facebook Party. The host is Jenn Nixon, and she is celebrating the release of her sci-fi romance MIND: The Vision. The party starts at 6:30 pm Eastern, and I will be there at 7:20 pm Eastern. There will be giveaways and more!

Author Takeovers 6:30-7:30 PM EST
*Shannon Lee 6:30
*Lea Kirk 6:40
*Steven Smithen 6:50
*Cynthia Sax 7:00
*Cameo Renae 7:10
*Jessica E Subject 7:20
Q&A Party with Jenn 7:30-8PM EST

Hope to see you there!

UPDATE ~ The party is over, but many of the giveaways are open through Monday. You can find my posts here:

Post One
Post Two
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Post Four – giveaway

#WeWriWa: Time to call home in ALWAYS HER WINGMAN #scifi #romance #scifirom

Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warriors post!

Thank you to everyone who commented last week! I’ll be sharing another (unedited) snippet from ALWAYS HER WINGMAN. But first, I wanted to let you know that I’ve decided to make this a series. Yuang and Simons will for sure get their own story in the series MARS SQUADRON 17. I’m not sure about the others yet, but I have the first three stories planned out. Hopefully I can finish this one soon.

Set-up: After their kiss, Hannah pushes Colin away, realizing that not only is the rest of the squadron watching, but so is a nurse. They both get into trouble for trying to walk on their own, but Hannah ends up video chatting with her father, which was her original purpose for getting out of her bed. This is in Colin’s POV and the first line of dialogue is Hannah.

“What do you mean Peter’s married? He promised he’d wait for me; I waited for him.”

He couldn’t help but cringe at her words, the hurt in her voice. Though, a part of him rejoiced, thankful for her boyfriend’s deceit. Now, no one stood in his way. Wheeling a little closer, Colin strained to catch the response of the person on-screen.

“…has two kids with Shandra. They all came to your mother’s funeral.”

With a sharp gasp, Hannah gripped the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white. “What do you mean, Mom’s funeral?”

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Staff Sergeant Hannah Coriveau dedicated the last five years to the Space Military Command. Heading back to Earth, she’s ready to begin civilian life and reunite with her parents and the boyfriend she left behind. The person she’ll miss most is Garish—her wingman, best friend, and the one who made her regret not being single.

Senior Airman Colin Garish wants his squadron leader. Bad. After spending so much time by her side—both in the Martian skies and on the red planet—being her friend isn’t enough. When Hannah learns of her boyfriend’s infidelity, Colin is there to comfort her.

Before Colin has the chance to confess his feelings, Hannah receives worse news from home. Her father is dying. Seeing her devastation, Colin remains the friend she desperately needs. But in her grief, she pushes him away. Will Hannah let him back in her life when they land on Earth? Or will Colin never get the chance to win her heart?

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Saved by the sexy farmhand. #1stChFriday from ACCIDENTAL ROMANCE #romance #NewAdult

It’s time for another First Chapter Friday where I share the first chapter or up to 1,500 words from a different story each week. Sometimes, the selection will have a sale attached to it, and other times a new release, or just because it’s a story I love. Happy reading!

The fifth book featured in First Chapter Friday is ACCIDENTAL ROMANCE. (Not the entire first chapter, but over 2,000 words from the first chapter.) This story is available now on its own, but will also be available in my LOVE IN A NEW WORLD New Adult Romance box set which releases July 31, 2017. Enjoy!


by Jessica E. Subject

Chapter One

Leanne ducked, trying to avoid the apple flying toward her. With its speed, it stirred her hair, but she avoided contact. Instead, the fruit smashed against the wall then fell to the floor, a mess of brown pulp and skin. She stood and glared at the source of the flying object. “Jake, you’re such an ass.”

He grinned at her from across the milking parlor, tossing into the air another rotten apple he must have grabbed when he put the cows out to pasture. “You’d better be nice to me, LA, if you want me to do your chores tonight.”

With a huff, she rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I wasn’t the one who threw fruit at your head.” She cursed him several times a day for such pranks. Often he’d tossed her in the manure pile or turned the pressure hoses on her. He lived with his family down the road, and if their parents weren’t such good friends, she would have told her father to fire Jake years ago.

“What do you have planned for tonight anyway?” He sauntered toward her, gripping the other apple so hard, she expected pulp to squeeze between his fingers. “Going out with your boyfriend?”

She cringed, hating how he mocked her with the word. “Jealous, much?”

Taking a step back, he scowled. “You wish. Why should I care who you date? You’re a grown woman.”

“I’m glad you noticed.” She reached down for a piece of straw and poked him in the chest with it. “So, why is it such a problem?”

He shrugged his shoulders, his expression suddenly indifferent. “I think you can do better.”

She poked him again. “What, like you?”

He leaned closer, his face only an inch from hers. His musky scent overpowered the sweet stench of the barn and filled her senses. If he hadn’t been a constant pain in her ass, she might have thought he was going to kiss her.

“In your dreams.”

Should have known. She chuckled and tapped his cheek a couple times with her palm. “I can honestly say you have never been in any of my dreams. Not even my nightmares. And if you must know, I’m going out with my friends from college.” She spun around and called over her shoulder. “Tomorrow I’ll be with Scott.” She headed out of the barn. A field of wheat waited for her, and she had to harvest it before she went out.


Leanne slammed the door of the bright green tractor then slid to the ground. Stupid auger. Yet another delay in her chores. She hadn’t seen her friends since she’d graduated from the business administration program and moved back home three months before. But if her day kept going to shit, she wouldn’t see them at all.

All she had to do was get the damn grain in the corrugated bin. She hoped things would run smoother when she officially took over the farm than they had today. First, the cows had gotten loose after Jake had put them out to pasture. Some punk kid had cut the chain on the gate, and the herd of course found the opening and made a run for it. Thank God, Jake and his four-wheeler had been there to round them up. And then the freakin’ auger had a bearing seize, making it impossible to get the wheat up into the grain bin. She’d had to head to the farm a mile and a quarter over to borrow an ancient version, and now the piece of shit was jammed. Fuck!

She didn’t bother to turn the tractor off. She could probably shake the clump of grain loose and be back to filling the bin in minutes. As she stormed over, she rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a stick in case the blockage needed some extra oomph to break it down.

Her phone vibrated against her leg. She plucked it from her pocket and stared at her boyfriend’s smiling face. Scott. At least he could brighten her day.

She stuck the cell to her ear. “Hey, babes. What’s up?”

“Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Of course. I’ll be there around noon after I finish morning chores.” She hadn’t seen him all week, having been too tired to drive into the city every night after taking care of the farm.

“Good, ’cause I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, but I’ve gotta go. Stupid machine here is jammed.”

“You know, if you moved into the city with me—”

“Scott, we’re not having this conversation again.” Living there for two years to attend college had been stressful enough; she was a country girl through and through. While she doubted he would ever join her on the farm, she planned to enjoy their time together while they lasted. “I said I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll have fun.” Sweaty fun.

“No, Leanne, we are having this conversation. You can’t keep darting around it.”

She groaned. She didn’t have time for this shit. “Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

“No. What’s the point of me setting a whole day aside for you if we have no future?”

Clutching the phone, she sighed. Not this argument again. “Well, I’m sorry if I’m such an inconvenience, interrupting all your precious plans, but I wasn’t the one begging you to come over all week, was I? And it’s not as if you ever come to visit me.”

“You know I hate the country.”

“Well, I hate the city. And so you know, I’m never going to live there. Ever.” She’d had enough of catering to him, and he’d caught her on a really bad day. If their relationship wasn’t going to work both ways, she didn’t want to continue. Might as well set him straight now.

“Then I guess we’re through. You were a nice fuck while you lasted.”

She vibrated with anger. Mother fucker! Should have known he’d be an ass. All those wasted months. She could have been focused on something else—like sleep—rather than making him happy. Jake was right. She could do better. At least tonight, she could enjoy the time with her friends without worrying about what her boyfriend thought. If she ever got the auger working.

“Scott, you’re an asshole. Good riddance.” She flipped the phone closed and shoved it in her pants pocket, setting her sights on the clogged equipment. Something else giving her shit tonight.

The grain in the hopper piled up. She banged on the side of the auger in an attempt to shake the blockage loose. No such luck. Time for the stick. Leaning over the hopper, she rammed the piece of wood into the spinning blades. With a snap, the twig broke and managed to dislodge the clump of grain. The hopper began to empty again. She pushed off the edge of the plastic tub, but couldn’t get any traction. Her feet slipped on spilled-over grain. She fell forward, thrusting her hands out in front of her. She caught the edge of the hopper. Her upper body continued forward, twisting around. Oh God. She tried to stop herself, pull her body over to the edge, but couldn’t halt the inertia.

Her hand slid past the rusted old guard and into the spinning blade. The steel sliced her fingers apart, spraying blood across the grain and up into her face. She couldn’t fathom the sight. Pain sang along every nerve, firing from her mangled fingers to her brain. Darkness flooded her vision. A cold sweat washed over her. She cried out, tears filling her eyes. As hard as she fought, she couldn’t pull free.

Molten agony continued through her body. With one final effort, she threw all her weight back, ripping her shredded limb from the auger.

On her back, she stared at the mutilated hand, her vision wavering. Strips of torn flesh with bone poking out. So much blood, and it kept pumping out. Her stomach churned, bile burning her throat. She couldn’t turn her head in time and puked all over herself. Then everything went silent except the high-pitched ringing in her ears. Her body grew numb to the pain. Bright lights danced behind her eyes.

A warbling sound broke through. It kept repeating until she heard it clearly. “Leanne, are you okay?”

She tried to answer, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

Something touched her face. “Stay with me, sweetheart. The ambulance is on its way.”


A calming weight pressed down on her until she felt nothing, and she disappeared into the void.


A million needles pierced her wrist. She had to get away from the fire. Leanne flicked open her eyes, screaming, longing for the agony to stop.

White walls surrounded her. Machines beeped. Taking in the new scenery, she closed her mouth, the pain forgotten. Bags filled with clear liquids as well as blood hung from a metal pole. She followed the tubes from the bags into her left hand. Was that where the burn came from? She glanced at the other arm, the end of which was wrapped in thick bandages. The image of spinning blades and her mangled flesh flashed before her eyes. She screamed again, tears falling down her cheeks. This can’t be happening.

Bodies rushed into the room, many in scrubs. With her vision blurred, she didn’t recognize anyone. All strangers. She was in the foreign place by herself. A nightmare. Had to be.

“Shh, calm down, sweetie. You’ll be okay.”

A familiar voice. She glanced to her other side to see her mom standing beside her, her eyes glassy. She held her hand, but Leanne couldn’t feel it, only the throbbing which had returned to her other one, the one that was…gone? She groaned, turning on her side, and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Mom, is it really…?”

She brushed her fingers over her forehead. “Don’t worry about it right now. You need to rest.”

“It hurts so bad.”

“I know.” Her mom stroked her face again. “But the nurses will help it go away.”

“Leanne,” one of the nurses hovering around her said. “I want you to take deep breaths and count backward from ten.”

“Ten.” She sucked in air and cried out in agony. Fuck!

Between clenched teeth, she continued. Anything to stop the pain. “Nine.”

Ice traveled through her veins. “Eight.”

The throbbing slowly ebbed away. Seven.

Darkness swept over her and pulled her down with it.


“Sweetheart, are you okay?”


She’d had the worst nightmare, losing her hand in an auger. She wiggled her fingers, needing assurance it wasn’t real. They all responded. All of her fingers worked. Just a horrendous dream.

Opening her eyes, she lifted her arm and stared at the end, all wrapped in bandages. “No, tell me it’s not true.”

“Honey, I’m so sorry.”

She glanced over at her father.

Dressed in a clean pair of farm coveralls, he ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “But everything will be okay. You’ll be fine.”

“Daddy, my hand is gone.” Her chest heaved and she struggled to breathe. “It’s gone. Nothing there. How am I supposed to take over the farm?”

“We’ll worry about that when you get out of here. Right now, you need to calm down. Relax.” He squeezed her shoulder, but his touch brought no comfort.

Her hand was gone. The hand she used to write. To eat and brush her hair. To do everything. And she could never get it back.

Tears of loss trickled down her face. She stared at the bandages. What did it look like under there? Just a nub? What was she supposed to do with that? “Daddy, where’s my hand? What did they do with it?”

“It’s gone, sweetheart. They couldn’t save it.” He moved a chair closer to her bed and sat in it, stroking her hair. “I’m so thankful your hand was all you lost. It could have been much worse.”

“My hand is gone. How could it be any worse?”

“People have lost their lives in auger accidents. If Jake hadn’t been there….”

“Jake?” She tried to recall the night of the accident, what had happened, but everything blurred together. She remembered the spinning blade, her feet slipping…. Oh God. And a voice. Someone there beside her. “You were there. I heard you.”

“No.” He glanced away. “I wish I had been. I might have prevented it. But your mother and I didn’t see you until after you’d already arrived here. Jake found you. He turned off the tractor and called 9-1-1. He stayed with you the whole time. I owe him for saving your life.”

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About Accidental Romance:

Her plans changed in an instant…

Once finished college, Leanne intended to take over her family dairy farm, let her father retire and finally take a vacation. After one tragic night, her dreams go up in smoke. She loses the ability to do the most basic of things.

And brought him closer…

Jake, the farm hand who lives down the road, refuses to let Leanne give up on her goals. He remains by her side throughout her healing. But, when he confesses his true intentions, their friendship takes a drastic turn.

If only she’d known before she lost her arm.

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Jessica E. Subject is the author of sexy sci-fi romance, bringing to life a wide variety of characters including aliens, clones, androids, Galactic Defenders, and more.