“One of the things I particularly liked about the book is that it’s set in a future where people are people and the rest is their own business. We’re told that Lindana had a friends-with-benefits relationship with a fellow – female – officer, and that Gabriel has used his good-looks and charm to seduce both men and women; Lindana and her brother are of Kenyan extraction, Lieutenant Jiang Chen is Chinese, Security Chief Ryder Kalani is Maori and so on. This isn’t just gratuitous tokenism, though; this is a world in which the colour of one’s skin or what one does in bed isn’t important in the grand scheme of things, and I appreciated that a lot.” —All About Romance review of Relaunch Mission
Like many geeks, Star Trek was my introduction to sci-fi. I loved watching reruns of classic Trek episodes with my dad, who also introduced me to my other great sci-fi loves, Star Wars and Aliens. With heroines like Lieutenant Uhura, Princess Leia and Ellen Ripley saving the galaxy, it never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be welcome in sci-fi fandom—until a boy in high school assured me that girls don’t like sci-fi. Oh, girls could like fantasy, he said. (Because…unicorns, I guess?) But not sci-fi. Sci-fi belonged to boys—particularly straight white boys.
Not in my galaxy.
When I started my first sci-fi romance series I was on a mission to write menages with bisexual characters—because I’m bi, and representation matters—and the first two books feature F/F/M romances. It honestly didn’t occur to me that this might be a hard sell, until I pitched them to a reader at a conference book signing and she promptly replied with, “Girls? Eww!”
Again, not in my galaxy. And that’s where the characters of the Galactic Cold War trilogy were born. Because I was on a mission again. A mission to explore inclusive romance, to seek out diverse characters who do their thing without worry, and who boldly kick butt and fall in love. It’s definitely a mission in progres, and not always an easy one. It’s important to me as an author to write stories where no one is going to tell Lindana that she can’t captain a spaceship because she’s a woman, or kick Maria out of her engine room because it’s supposed to be a man’s domain. And where no one is going to bat an eyelash if either character kissed a girl and they liked it.
So if you’re looking for some sci-fi romance, give the Galactic Cold War trilogy a try. Everyone is welcome in this galaxy.
About End Transmission:
Maria Watson defied her family to join the Mombasa as Chief Engineer, finding her place among a ragtag fleet of pirates and privateers. Their latest mission left her with a price on her head and a scar on her heart. When a surprise attack separates her from her ship, stranding her in hostile space with a stolen Soviet weapon, she’ll do whatever it takes to uncover that weapon’s secrets—even sacrifice herself.
Broken by the war, Combat Medic Tomas Nyota spent years drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. Sober, he found a new purpose as the Mombasa’s Chief Medical Officer. His job is to keep the crew alive, even the brilliant but contrary Chief Engineer with whom he’s constantly at odds.
Trapped together in a stolen ship, running from both the Alliance and the Soviets, they must work together to survive. But when the weapon’s horrific purpose is uncovered, their quest becomes a race against time. They must expose the truth and destroy the weapon—before it’s too late.