An Indie Author’s Lament

 When I started my Aledan Series long before there was an Amazon, I went the traditional route. I sent out four-hundred-page manuscripts typed and double-spaced with what I hoped were brilliant cover letters. I hit slush piles with my book in most any traditional publisher that would look at science fiction.

The Aledan Psion wasn’t right, didn’t fit their criteria, wasn’t commercially marketable, blah blah blah to the tune of some twenty-nine rejections. That was before postage went up. Finally, one small press publisher offered to publish my book at his startup company. But that never happened. What I had written was science fiction romance with heavy emphasis on the relationship between the hero and heroine. 

I wrote several more novels both romance and science fiction romance then finally put them on the shelf after so many rejections. Then I discovered Kindle Direct Publishing. I could publish the books myself.

I took The Aledan Psion off the shelf and remastered it, updating the premise and characters for the twenty-first century. There was no funds for editors and proofreaders. Like most, I am a better editor and proofreader of other people’s work than my own.

Being an Indie author with finite resources, I must do my best to edit my own work. I found even line by line editing I still missed the kind of errors that annoy readers. So, I added a subscription to the Grammarly add-in for MS-Word which catches grammar errors, awkward sentences, and many typos. 

I generally edit everything I publish three times, reading it for content, running it through Grammarly, and proofing it one last time. But I was still not getting everything.

A writer friend told me to read it out loud. That didn’t work so well for me. I needed someone to read it to me. They have a speech to text program built into Windows now, and it’s decent. I already knew about another writer who had a text to speech program to read books. I just needed to find one I could afford.

I found Word Talk via google. The best part is it’s free. It’s never a good sign when a reader mentions your need for an editor in a review. When it happened before, I went back to the word version and scoured the text for typos, missed words, wrong words, and awkward sentences. Then I uploaded a corrected version.

It seems that there are some readers out there that jump at the chance to leave a bad review. I publish my author email address in all of my books now so readers can contact me directly with editing issues. I will recheck it and send a corrected copy to the reader.

Vyken’s story was not changed with the re-edit, but I believe I have produced a much cleaner and more enjoyable read. The revised Vyken Dark is now live.

All except my free books can be found on Amazon and are available in Kindle Unlimited. Anyone kind enough to email me with the location of errors will get a FREE ebook from my list.


Copyright © 2018
by Christine A. Myers

Jolt Somber Just Released

The Cyborg Awakenings Series takes place in the same universe as my Aledan Series, set about 500 years prior to The Aledan Psion. I got hooked on cyborg novels after reading Cynthia Sax’s Releasing Rage. I have since blazed through at least thirty cyborg novels by various authors.

While I have borrowed various aspects of cyborg fiction lore, the back story is my own creation. I called them the Vikings of the Future after some of history’s fiercest warriors. They were exactly what the Federation needed to fight the interstellar war with the Mesaarkans.

A dying admiral in the Federation Defense Force knows that without a war to fight, the cyborgs will need to redirect their talents to peace time. So, he convinces Vyken Dark to take the cyborgs left back to Earth to help rebuilt civilization that was all but destroyed.

Five cyborgs were all that was left of the crew of the Starfire Nemesis. Jolt Somber was second in command. This is his story.

Jolt Somber was the name the cyborg picked for himself. He was created to be a killer and his creators reinforced his killer instinct by flooding him with feel-good endorphins. For eighty years he fought the Mesaarkans at Vyken Dark’s side. He and four genetic cyborg brothers returned to Earth to help restore civilization after the war had ended.

Jolt is supervising demolition in the ruins of Farringay to build a new starport. The war left Earth in ruins with cities ruled by overlords with gangs of thugs as enforcers. Violence against women is rampant.
When Jolt finds his one genetic female mate used and left for dead by gangers, the pleasure he takes in avenging her could have unexpected repercussions.

After what males had done to her, would she ever accept Jolt as her mate?





Iris tried to be tough, and she hated the tears that filled her eyes at the memory of the four men hitting her. As soon as she started to cry bitter, angry tears, Jolt jumped up and scooped her up into his arms and sat back in the chair with her on his lap. He wrapped the sheet snuggly around her and held her close with her face pressed into his shoulder as she sobbed.

Better for her to let it out than to keep it bottled up inside, thought Jolt. He just held her and stroked her short hair, wishing he could kill them all again. Eventually, her sobs faded and she shifted in his arms.

Jolt couldn’t resist pressing his lips to the top of her head. She hiccupped a few times as she nestled her head against his chest. He held her firmly and rubbed her back tenderly, wishing he could wipe away all her pain.

She quieted and seemed content to be in his arms. Jolt rested his cheek against her hair and just listened to her breathe. Several minutes later one of the newbies named Axel Rex brought in a plastic crate of clothing for Iris. He had alerted Jolt through their internal network that the delivery had arrived.

The only place to get clothing close to her size was from their battleship Starfire Nemesis in orbit over Earth.  They still had a limited amount of clothing in women’s uniform sizes from when they had females serving on the ship. Their uniforms had been simple in the end, black cargo pants with khaki green or tan t-shirts and black jackets.

Matix Tell hadn’t questioned his request to shuttle down some clothing for Jolt’s female. Matix was well aware that there was nowhere to get any. The Enclave was consistently running short though they had ordered machinery that would make clothing. It hadn’t yet arrived.

Axel came in and left the plastic crate on the bed and left without a word. Jolt felt sure that Iris hadn’t noticed.

She had been quiet for some time, so Jolt leaned back to look at her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying, but her tears had dried. She looked a little embarrassed, shaking her head.

“I’m not usually such a crybaby. It just makes me so mad that those guys beat on me like that. Bastards!”

“Yes, they were,” Jolt agreed as he brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek gently. “They’re never going to hurt anyone again.”

Iris breathed in deeply and let out a sigh as she rubbed her cheek against his fingers. The gentleness of his touch was soothing and surprising. She looked up into his eyes, her lips parted. They stared into each other’s eyes for endless seconds.

Jolt hardly dared to move. He didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity of his feelings for her. He had waited all his life to find his mate and dreamed in some of his darkest moments of having her in his arms like this. So, he paused to let her make the first move.

Her eyes moved to his mouth, and she moved closer, it seemed a millimeter at a time until her lips pressed to his and moved in a tentative caress. Jolt kissed her back softly, savoring the feel of her lips against his.

It was his first real kiss ever—with his female. He kept it gentle, suppressing his passion for her.

Her body may have been healed, but her battered soul would take a little longer. She needed time to trust him and learn that she was safe with him. He would let her tell him when she wanted more.

“That was nice,” Iris said when the kiss was finished. “You have been really nice. I didn’t expect that from a cyborg.”

“We treasure our females. They are the future of our race. These males preying on women are risking the future of their offspring. Too many of them have never learned what family means to our race,” Jolt said. “Damaging females is evil. They should be protecting them.”