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“Lagrange Point” is the fifth and latest installment of the Subspecies series. I had several objectives. The first was to bring closure. The series began 125 years before. Lycans and vampires, the subspecies, had evolved from nature’s vilest creation toward something better. The second sought to insert a strong element of science fiction into the series. In “Lagrange Point” Robert A. Heinlein meets Anne Rice. The subspecies explore space, travel in time, and gain insight to their place in Creation’s plan. The last objective I introduced in “The Tenth Legion” when Cynthia May, the main character of “Lagrange Point” has an F/F relationship. Her preference for women is a lynchpin of the book, featuring several graphic scenes.
If you had any super powers, what would they be and why?
The ability to will anyone I came across to buy one of my books.
What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future?
As a fifth grader I wrote steam punk but didn’t know it. The adventures, inspired by HG Wells and Jules Verne featured a sequel to War of the Worlds. The genre calls to me again.
What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?
I was left on the bridge of a submerging submarine and lived to tell about it.
If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say?
Hard working writer.
What authors can be found in your library of books?
George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, HG Wells, and Harold Robbins.
Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us?
My guilty pleasure is wife Cynthia, also a writer. She makes me feel guilty because she’s brought so much good to my life. Don’t tell her that. She’s already got a big head because of the character Cynthia Meadows. The grandmother of Cynthia May featured in five of the seven subspecies books, shows up on any list of the most beautiful women who ever lived.
The five books of the Subspecies series form the overall framework of the saga. Now I’m working on stories of some of the lesser characters.
What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?
I’ll give you a hint. It doesn’t come in a bottle, and you can’t eat it. Well, not truly, but nothing does the job better.
What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why?
Augustus Caesar. Against all odds, he forged an empire from chaos. Next to him would be Vespasian, the no nonsense soldier/emperor of Rome who did the same. I sort of speak with Vespasian by proxy through the character Cithara, a vampire.
Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?
Included are “Daughter of Subspecies”, the life of Cassie White, Jim and Sam’s tempestuous daughter, and “The Book of Cithara” set in Roman times, told through the eyes of an early vampire as she rubs elbows with three centuries of emperors. “Finding Love in the Time of Decline”, is the story of Jess Moore. She provides a human perspective during the first half of the twenty-first century, in a sort of “Upstairs/Downstairs” relationship with the subspecies. These “Backstory Books” have no eroticism. PG only.
Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?
My favorite is “Subspecies, Inc.”, the second installment of the series. Why? The subspecies moves from predatory creatures of the night, and begin to evolve to greater, nobler beings. Later in the presentation is one of my all-time favorite scenes called “A Vampire Finds Salvation.” However, the one closest to my heart is “The Tenth Legion” because my granddaughter inspired the feisty main character Lorna Winters. It’s the only one of my books to make Cynthia cry, and darn if she’ll tell me which scene did it.
Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?
I want to thank you for having me on your blog and hope everyone who reads any of my books enjoys them as much as I did writing them.
Subspecies Series book 5
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To save the future, Cynthia May explores the past—but has she unwittingly changed what is yet to come?
In search of an identity
Cynthia May, lycan and adventurer, resolved to do more than play the part of window-dressing for the Subspecies Corporation, she takes on the job of space explorer to forget. To break the shackles of the past—a lost love, living in the shadow of her famous grandmother, and defying the elders—Cynthia still finds after fifteen years a sense of failure.
In search of a lover
Leo Barclay has been Cynthia’s long-time guy pal and fellow astronaut since the SpaceAcademy. They’ve shared intimate moments, but nothing more than friendship flourished. “If only you’d been born a woman!” she’s often lamented.
On the next mission, an anomaly in the instruments causes an inexplicable increase in mental and physical abilities by the Subspecies crew.
In search of the Unknown
When the two star-crossed lovers lead an expedition to explore the effects of the Lagrange Point, where the gravitational fields of all planetary bodies in the solar system cancel out, they discover time and space merge, matter bends, and their place in Creation’s plan revealed. Conspiracies, murder, and deceit plague the mission. The convergence of the Point reveals more than Cynthia and Leo bargain for.
But at what price?
“Are you lost, Commander?” A loud, jolly voice came from behind as she approached the bridge of the mother ship.
“Leo Barclay, you old space rat, what are you doing here?”
A wiry, straight-shouldered vampire who stood a couple of inches shorter than Cynthia’s vertical, blue-crowned loftiness threw back a russet mane of hair. Leonidas “Leo” Barclay fixed a pair of smoky, gray eyes on her. “You’ve been Earthside too long. Hello, I have a Command Pin now.” The left half of a uniform shirt thrust toward her, displaying a small gold badge in the shape of a five-pointed star. “You’re looking at this mission’s master.” Continuing to close the distance between them, he enveloped her taller, slimmer frame in two sinewy arms as she kissed his cheek.
“They must be handing out Command Pins in the birth control allocation these days,” she quipped.
“What would you know about that, you old dyke?”
Both laughed, slapping one another on the back.
“Blue hair? That’s different,” he said, stepping away for a better look.
“You know me. New mission, new color.”
This is Annie Peterson from Rock Bound, by Rochelle Weber. After going through two publishers, one of which folded honorably and one for which warnings can be found everywhere now, Rochelle decided to self-publish Rock Bound. Buy links are at the bottom of the interview.
Jake Johnsrud saved Annie Peterson’s life. Now slaves on that God-forsaken rock, the Moon, how will they survive?
Annie Peterson: I’m sending this by burst in hopes that it will not be detected at either end of the transmission. Captain Andrews is a pretty nice guy, but he’s still technically our warden. And if any of Freezeland’s people see this, we’ll all be in trouble.
Q: What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about YOU?
Annie: I’m no one special. I was a wife and mother working in an accounting firm as an administrative assistant in the Bay Area when President Freezeland threw out the Constitution, disbanded Congress and took over the US as a dictator. I went to the protest with my husband, Paul. I guess I took it way too lightly, because I left my baby, Bobby with my mom. I figured we’d maybe get arrested, spend a night or so in jail and be home in a week. Then the troops started shooting and they killed Paul and Jake Johnsrud saved my life and now we’re here on the Moon. Jake is a miner and I’m a… a… Well, I’m here for the men.
Q: Jake saved your life at the protest and now you’re together on the Moon. Is he your boyfriend now?
Annie: Oh, no! He’s just a friend. We’ve never even kissed, let alone… He’s not one of my clients, either. Who told you I liked him? No. Not at all. I still love Paul and I always will. I mean, I’m grateful to Jake for saving our lives and he’s funny and sweet and he can even cheer me up when I miss Bobby. But, no—I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend. Although I’ve noticed that he hasn’t used the Conjugal Cubes at all since he’s been up here. Not with me or my friend Crystal or anyone.
Q: Speaking of the Conjugal Cubes, how have you adjusted to that part of your job?
Annie: It’s been awhile since I’ve vomited on a client, but I still keep a bowl handy. I can almost look the men in the eye the next day, but I still blush. If Crystal hadn’t taught me how to put myself in a trance before I enter the Cube, I probably would still be vomiting on the men.
Q: I was going to ask how it was kissing your hero, but since you haven’t kissed Jake yet, I guess we can skip that one. So… That’s all the questions we have for you tonight, Annie. Thank you for speaking to us.
Annie: Thank you for caring about us. But please, don’t let Freezeland catch you, or you’re liable to end up here in the next wave of prisoners. Meanwhile, if you’re ever in the Bay Area visiting the nurseries and you see a little boy about two with brown hair and big brown eyes with golden flecks in them. Tell him his mommy is alive up here, and that I miss him and I’ll find a way to go back to him when my indentures are up. I don’t care what Jake and the Captain say about how weak I’ll be in Earth gravity by then.
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Rockbound by Rochelle Weber
The future is a dangerous place for dreamers and idealists.
When a dictator takes over the United States, Annie Peterson attends a protest in Washington, DC, with her husband Paul. US troops fire into the crowd killing him, and Jake Johnsrud, a virtual stranger, risks his life to save hers. They are among the survivors who are sentenced to slavery on the Moon for their “crimes”—Jake as a miner; Annie as a sex slave.
Jake fights increasing feelings of anger and jealousy as Annie struggles to perform her job, while she resists her increasing attraction to him. Along with their fellow inmates, they fight to survive on the lunar “rock” that is their prison.
Noon, July 4, 2051
The protesters pushed against each other, trying to hold their signs up high above the crowd. The smell of sweat hung in the muggy July air, as Paul, Annie, and Crystal struggled to find a place to spread their blankets near the Lincoln Memorial. The passion of the crowd’s chant rang across the Mall.
“Restore the Constitution! Restore free elections!”
The Mall was so crowded they could barely breathe. Paul went in search of drinks and was gone over an hour. The first speaker mounted the podium.
“Can you believe they’re charging five credits a bottle for water and seven for pop?” he asked, as he handed the women their drinks.
“Now don’t you wish we’d brought the cooler from the car?” Annie asked.
“I know, and you’ll never let me live it down,” Paul lamented. His warm, brown eyes smiled at her.
“Well, if water’s five credits, how much’ll a sandwich be?” Crystal asked.
“I already checked. Burgers’re fifteen credits and fries’re another five,” Paul replied, as he settled on the blanket between the two women.
“It’s a seller’s market. They’ll charge all the traffic will bear,” said a man sitting on the grass next to them. “I’m Jake Johnsrud.” The man’s bright blue eyes twinkled momentarily when his gaze met Annie’s.
Annie smiled at him. “This is my husband, Paul, our friend Crystal Petrie, and I’m Annie Peterson. Why don’t you join us on our blanket?”
“Thanks,” he said.
“Nice to meet you, Jake,” Annie replied. “Scrunch over there, Honey.” She patted the blanket next to her as she moved closer to Paul in the middle to make room for the tall, raw-boned man.
“Well, the price of pop isn’t our only worry,” Paul said. “There are troops surrounding the Mall. I think we can pretty much count on being arrested.”
“Then we’ll all be arrested together, just like my great-grandparents in Chicago.” Annie linked her arm through Paul’s and sang slightly off key, “If you’ve been to jail for justice, let me shake your hand.”
Folk songs by the group Peter, Paul, and Mary had been staples in the Swanson household when she was growing up. Her great-grandmother had sung her to sleep with “Puff the Magic Dragon” and had sung along in the car as she listened to the group’s re-mastered files. And now, a century later, the music had been rediscovered. By the end of the day, it would be banned.
They stood up to listen to the speakers.
Annie followed Crystal’s gaze to the soldiers. She didn’t believe what she saw, and tried to process the sight of them raising their weapons. Crystal dropped her sign and yelled, “The bastards’re firing on us!”
Paul’s head lolled forward, the charred hole still smoking, and Annie fell to the ground trying to cradle him. She sobbed, crying “No! No! No!” Crystal’s arms were around her, as she sat on the ground, clutching her dead husband. People were trying to run but there was nowhere to go. Annie felt Jake fall atop her and Crystal. Oh, my God! He’s dead, too!
“Stay still,” he said. “We’re liable to get trampled.”
Annie felt the weight lift all too soon, as Jake was roughly pulled to his feet by a soldier, who separated him from the women. They handcuffed Annie with a plastic tie-up, and dragged her away from Paul’s body toward an Army truck.
“Nooooooooooo!” she screamed. “Paul!”
They threw her in back of the truck, and Crystal landed next to her. She scooted closer to Annie.
“Cry it out, Sweetie,” Crystal said. Annie leaned her head on the other woman’s shoulder and sobbed.