That’s just one of the new creatures you’ll find in Eva Lefoy’s The Trouble With Memories. What are helium toads, you ask? Well, they’re toads that exist in a helium environment. You’ll find them scattered all over the universe, wherever helium pockets exist.
If you watch closely, you’ll also see a redhead with her phase-pistol ready and an over-abundance of attitude go zooming by. That’s Lucy Borasco and right now, she’s on a mission to get her ex-boyfriend back. She’s smart, she’s sassy and she rarely takes “no” for an answer. And if you serve her canned fish, look out!
Right behind her will be Captain California Sykes, an ace pilot who’s lost his memories and needs them back – fast - before forgetting Lucy proves dangerous to his health. She’s harder to handle than the Martians, who seem to have forgotten they’re extinct. And she looks sexy in green. What man could resist?
Join Lucy and Cal as they try to save the universe – and each other – in this colorful romp through space infested with helium toads, frozen comet tails and other sorts of fragging fun!
The universe just got a lot more colorful.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Lucy. It’s Lucy, remember?”
“Unfortunately, no. I don’t.” He shook his head, but no cobwebs loosened.
She scowled and huffed like a frustrated brat and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t believe you.”
“Well, Lucy, it’s true.” He licked his lips and his throat went dry, the taste of her name sucking the air right out of him. Good or bad sign? Proceed, or caution? “To be honest, I don’t remember anything before Mars. In fact, I don’t even remember most of the mission.”
“What? How can that be?” She frowned, her eyebrows dipping low. “Wait. From before you left? You mean you don’t remember being with me?” She pointed at her chest.
He shrugged, knowing admitting he’d forgotten her was a dumb move. If he was her, he’d be throwing a dark star of a fit. But at the same time his gaze couldn’t help lingering on her chest. He liked what he saw. Maybe he could talk her into a quickie. Down boy, down.
“I don’t fragging believe this.” She ran her hand through her shortish red hair and slapped the data pad against her shapely thigh while she walked an arc around the room, ending by the windows.
The windows flexed and the floor rumbled as the jets did another close fly-by. He ignored them in favor of intently ogling the rounded globes of Lucy’s ass. When she spun to face him, he nearly lost his balance.
Three steps later, she was in his face. He braced himself for her wrath.
Her fingers curled around his collar nice and tight. When she gave him a light shake, his head whipped back and forth. Maybe she was trying to rattle some sense back into his malfunctioning brain.. “Comet tails, Cal. If this is some game you’re playing to make me miss you, I swear I’ll fill your ass with helium and shoot you out one of those planes!”
He loved how the fire in her eyes matched her hair and the way she jutted out her chin at the end of her pronouncement. But he’d told her the truth. This was no game. His memories of her were completely gone. “How can I prove to you I’m not lying?”
Her lips curled up in a smirk. “Kiss me.”
With a confident toss of her head she laid claim to him, answering his questions about how he’d known her. Hell, he hadn’t known her, apparently he’d known her. The news made his dick swell with pride. His mouth quirked into a cocky smile.
“Come on, Cal. Today’s Valentine’s Day after all.” Her hands caressed his neck, working their way up his jaw. “One little goodbye kiss won’t hurt.”
Her touch confused him. Familiar yet foreign. New sensations and ghostly memories rose toward the surface of his mind but were squashed before they reached the light. He shook his head but the cobwebs didn’t clear. Why couldn’t he remember? Everything but those fragging ships seemed vague.
A twinge in his right shoulder shot up his neck, and he couldn’t help thinking the pain was a warning. He braced for more, but none immediately came. He wanted out of this box, wanted answers. But he wouldn’t endanger anyone else to get them.
“Lucy.” His voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d sucked sand into his windpipe. “Don’t.”
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.