Space Rep: Sounds chaotic.
Liza: I rather like chaos, so let's pull out the transporter and start the interview.
You haven't been using it for a microwave any more, I hope.
Space Rep: No, my food just disappeared. However, it makes a great garbage disposal.
Liza: What? You dope, that garbage is going--
Book: Thank God, I'm out! The stench of garbage in Rinelle's ship is overwhelming.
Liza: Welcome Reckless....may I call you Reckless, or would you prefer RR?
Book: Are you talking to me?
Liza: Yes. I've been endowed with the special gift of book talking. So what do you wish to be called?
Book: RR sounds like a drunken dog's bark, so I'll go with Reckless.
Liza: Excellent. Can you tell me about yourself?
Reckless: You want ME to tell you about your book? Wow! No one has ever interviewed me before. Glad I escaped the ship and left Rinelle to clean up all that garbage that appeared out of nowhere.
Liza: Me too. So start talking.
Reckless: You've no idea how badly our spaceship reeks. I don't even have a nose, and the odor was making my pages curl.
Liza: Close your covers and focus on yourself. What are you about?
Reckless: I am a story that asks my characters what will they risk for love.
Liza: As long as you don't ask me, I'm good. So what's the story about?
Reckless: Marlee’s people are dying—the valuable anysogen gas that covers their planet is making the entire population infertile.
Liza: That's a problem. I imagine breeding becomes then number one priority and love takes a back seat.
Reckless: Exactly. When the council tells her she must leave her partner and choose another to improve her chances of having a baby, she’s devastated. She swears she’ll never love again—it hurts too much.
Liza: This is terrible, so what happens?
Reckless: A spaceship from another world crashes onto her planet. Inside is Tyris.
Liza: Is he the hero?
Reckless: Tyris thought he had everything he wanted, despite his world suffering from overpopulation—until his wife leaves him because he is forbidden to have children.
In an attempt to convince his world, and his wife, that he’s worthwhile, Tyris goes hunting for a lost planet said to contain untold riches in the form of anysogen gas.
Liza: So their worlds have the exact opposite problems. That's an interesting twist. Love suffers at either extreme where governments take over the decisions.
Reckless: That is true.
Liza: So what happens?
Reckless: When he crashes on her world, Marlee and Tyris agree to pretend to live together while they try to repair his ship and escape from the planet.
Liza: I can see why he'd want off the planet. Soon he'll become sterile as well. So what happens next?
Reckless: As they battle the harsh winter on the planet together, keeping their distance becomes even more challenging than the snow, the council and the risks of a real relationship…
Liza: They get frisky, don't they?
Reckless: I don't believe that word appears anywhere within my covers.
Liza: They grind the gristmill?
Reckless: Definitely not in my covers.
Liza: Do the salsa?
Liza: Then open up your covers and let me see what words you do have.
Reckless: All right, but no writing in your nonsensical expressions.
Liza: I won't.
The door closed behind them, and Nelor heaved a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, Marlee. I wish I’d been able to give you a baby.”
“It’s not your fault,” Marlee squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “It could just as easily be me.” She reached out to take his hands, not caring if he saw her tears. She didn’t need to pretend in front of Nelor. Of all the people in the village, he was one of the few she could be herself around. And now he had to leave.
Tears glistened in his eyes too. “I hope things work out for you next time.” It was a standard response. Expected.
She didn’t want to hear it. “I don’t want to do this again,” she said quietly. “I can’t.”
Nelor brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Yes you can. You’re one of the strongest people I know. And I know you’ll make a wonderful mother someday. Don’t let what we’ve shared stop you from achieving that.”
She didn’t feel strong. She wasn’t like her mother. She couldn’t live the way her mother had. “It’s not just about having a baby. I don’t want to be with someone else, live a life with them that should have been with you.”
She didn’t want to spend her days with someone she couldn’t be open with, couldn’t cry in front of, or, worst of all, someone she was afraid of.
“We don’t have any choice, Marlee. The council’s rules apply equally to everyone. And if they didn’t, where would we be? Our population would drop even more quickly. We might not like the idea of changing partners so often, but it’s the only way to make sure there even is a next generation.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
Marlee shook her head. She didn’t want to hear it even though she knew it was true. She and Nelor could have been happy together. They had been.
Liza: Aha! So you use words such as sharing and having a baby. Subtle.
Space Rep: *dabs eyes with tissue* Can I have the buy links. This sound wonderful.
Liza: I agree.
Liza: Before I send you back to your garbage filled spaceship- *glares at Space Rep* is there anything you'd like to say?
Reckless: Yes. I would like to thank my author, Rinelle Grey for bringing me to life.
Liza: And these are Rinelle's legal stalking links.
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/rinellegreyauthor
Liza: It's been a pleasure having you Reckless. Somehow I thought you be a difficult interview, but I found you delightful.
Reckless: Same here. I really hate to leave.
Liza: I'm sure Rinelle has cleaned the ship up by now. *glares at Space Rep* and I'm sure no further garbage will mysteriously show up in the future. Right Space Rep?
Space Rep: Right on. Now in the transporter and off you go...
Space Rep: *Wipes brow* Thanks for not ratting on me.
Liza: I got your back, Space Rep. But next time you need to dump the space poop send it to Brazilian Biba on planet Alegra.
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