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By Liza O’Connor
Originally, this book was the first of the series. When I finished book 3 of the series, I realized I wanted to explain how one character in book 3 came to be. Since the ‘new’ book actually occurred before the other books, I felt compelled to make it book one. However, it is different from the rest, and few people read beyond it, so I would like to introduce you to the original first book, Surviving Outbound.
Surviving Outbound description
With the prodding of her dead soul-bond’s spirit, Saran and their giant blue bull leave their farm in search of a handler so Blue can escape Earth and travel outbound. The man Saran meets and falls in love with is her dead soul-bond’s husband, and their spiritual joining sets into play a prophecy written three hundred thousand years before.
Together, they become Tamsarandem, the most powerful soul-bond in all the multiverses. The shamans pay for their voyage to Terranue, a planet never before colonized. In return, they only ask Tamsarandem to look after the other colonists and help them to prosper and find their Paths of Light.
Dmitri returned to his cabin where Saran was enjoying a bath in his tub. The sight of her naked body stirred his loins. She was small and petite, but curvaceous, the exact opposite of his beloved Tamara, yet her body called to him the same as his wife’s had. When Saran glanced up, she blushed and pulled up her knees, hiding herself from his view. He turned his back to her and apologized.
She stammered her own apology. “No. The fault is mine. I should have waited and asked. I promise I won’t linger.”
He walked to the cooling unit and cut a piece of the roast beef sandwich for himself. “Take your time. You will be more comfortable if you are clean.” He had no doubt his words confused her, but he would not propose with his back turned to her.
He opened the closet and pulled out the dress Tamara had worn to marry him. On his tall, slender wife, it had been knee length; on Saran it would reach her ankles. He hesitated, uncertain whether Tamara would want it worn again.
“Of course I do.” Her laughing voice filled his thoughts.
She made this very easy for him. He only hoped she was having equal success with Saran.
“Are you kidding? She is completely besotted with you.”
His last lingering doubts dissipated with Tamara’s assurance. Given his feelings for Saran and hers for him, and their love for Tamara, he saw no reason Tamara’s plan wouldn’t work.
Hanging the dress on a wall hook, he said, “Saran, when you are finished bathing, it would please me greatly if you would wear this.”
“Then I will be honored to do so.”
He smiled at her far more respectful response.
“You are lucky I cannot hit you,” Tamara growled playfully.
Her words ripped through his heart. He was not lucky at all. He wished with all his soul Tamara could strike him in play once again.
“We will have fun again, Dmitri. I promise. When you need to be struck, I will tell Saran, and she will oblige me as long as it is in jest.”
Dmitri closed the door, knowing he would not have long. His mother had run back to the house, no doubt to call Animal Control to come kill a crazed bull, but she would return soon enough. He knelt down on one knee, as he had when he’d proposed to Tamara. Certain in his actions, he spoke to the petite beauty. “Saran, I know I am rushing matters, but we dare not wait. Will you do me the very great honor of marrying me and making me a happy man for the second time in my life?”
She smiled, blushed, and nodded she would.
He stood up. “May I kiss you?”
Her face tilted up with eagerness. Her happy thoughts, so easily read, gave him certainty he would be blessed for the second time in his life.
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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