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10. You don’t like well-written stories about two people falling in love.

9. You have a medical condition that prevents you from getting too excited by sexy love scenes or fast-paced action.

8. Books containing humor and heartfelt emotions like love and joy conflict with your pessimistic view of the world.

7. You don’t like romance books because they aren’t realistic like books about maniacal serial killers, zombie wars, sparkly vampires or space ships. (Actually STAR CRASH has a space ship. No vampires – yet.)

6. Reading stories that might include cute kids, puppies and kittens gives you hives.

5. You only read (insert your preferred genre of fiction here,) and books that focus on the growing relationship between two people can’t possibly be as exciting or interesting.

4. You only read romances written by (insert your favorite romance author’s name here,) because – well, just because.

3. Your life is so full and exciting already reading is a waste of time that you could be using to climb mountains, fight alien invaders or zombies, make love, explore the universe, and sleep.

2. You don’t want to contribute to the growth of my massive ego which believes reading my books will entertain you and make you a better person.

1. As for the Top Reason Not To Read My Books I’ll leave that for you to decide and I’d love to hear them. Just remember that every time you don’t read one of my books a Joss Whedon show gets cancelled, a fairy dies and an angel doesn’t get his wings.



At the gate, a guard stepped in Cora’s path and whistled an incomprehensible command.

“What?” she asked.

Cora was no alien expert. A pilot and a mechanic, she knew engines and machines not people–and on this planet the Flock were the reigning “people.” Her translator chip still couldn’t decipher the Flock language. The chirps, cackles, whirs, whistles and trills they used as speech sounded like birdsong, but unlike birdsong she didn’t find anything pleasing about it. Her one required course on alien contact at the Academy wouldn’t do her any good if she couldn’t understand or speak their language.

The Flock whistled again. She tried to move around him. He smacked her arm with his rod then shoved her ahead of him.

“Go where?” she called out to the women.

One woman ran along the inside of the compound fence. “Make young.” The answer left a lot to be desired.

“What happen?” Cora asked.

The woman smiled. “Go. Much fun. Good. You like.”

“Yeah, sure,” Cora muttered. Whatever the Flock had in mind for her, she wasn’t interested.

She took the opportunity to look around as the guard herded her deeper into the compound, past the pen she’d occupied since her arrival. They moved down a wide path between a series of pens to where she hadn’t yet been. Farther ahead lay some buildings.

It appeared the compound covered several acres, consisting of many pens separated by wooden barriers. The inhabitants of each pen were segregated by age and gender. Her pen held ten women, all in their twenties like her. One pen held girls ranging in age from about five to fifteen. A larger pen held about fifteen women, all with babies and toddlers. In still another pen, fresh wood chips covered the ground, there were tent-covered low benches with soft cushions, and a fountain provided fresh water and cooled the hot, dry air. Six women in varying stages of pregnancy occupied this pen. Cora couldn’t help but gape at the women’s bulging bellies and swollen breasts. Sweet stars, she was trapped on a breeding farm for humans.

The women paid little attention to her or her guard as they moved through this human chicken coop. She noticed there weren’t any pens with grown men. If the women were hens, where was the rooster?

The next pen answered her question. Naked except for protective cups over their genitals, ten boys ranging in age from four to ten practiced fighting with wooden swords. Her attention shifted from the boys to the adult male who directed their training. Though his back was to her, he appeared as naked as the boys. Forgetting the guard, she paused to watch.

Bronze skin shiny with sweat rippled over powerful muscles as the man instructed the boys in swordplay. With his dark hair and straddle-legged stance, the youngest boy looked like a miniature version of the man. Cora smiled at his clumsy attempts to imitate his elder’s fluid movements.

The boy watched the man intently, but his small body, round with baby fat, refused to cooperate. He tripped and sprawled in the dust. His wooden sword slipped from his grip. The other boys’ laughter stopped abruptly at the man’s sharp command. The man knelt next to the boy, said a few quiet words then handed him back the wooden sword. The boy rubbed the tears from his cheeks with grubby fists, leaving streaks of dirt. The man’s compassion for the boy touched Cora, made these people seem less like animals. More human.

At one time she’d dreamed of someday having a child like this–Alex’s child. That dream had died with him. Losing Alex had killed that need inside her. Now she lived to explore. Relationships, love and caring for others were no longer part of her life.

Still, her gaze moved back to the man and traveled from the top of his head, covered with sleek shoulder-length ebony hair, down his broad shoulders to his narrow waist and taut bare buttocks. Her breath caught at the beauty of his form. His unashamed masculinity woke her buried femininity. Her nipples tightened in response. At some primal level her body recognized this man. No one since Alex had stirred her like this. “Turn around,” she whispered. “I want to see your face.”

Instead, he stepped back from the boys then lunged forward. Sunlight flashed off the blade of his sword as he whirled. Briefly, before the beauty of his motion recaptured her attention, she wondered why he didn’t use his own real sword to strike down his captors and seize his freedom. Dark hair obscured his features as his face whipped past. Why did he seem so familiar? She had to see his face. She started forward.

Pain radiated down her arm. Instinctively she turned to confront her attacker–the guard–and ducked the next blow. Acting on rage and adrenaline, she snatched the rod from his hand and cracked it across his neck. Without a sound, he went down and lay motionless.

19 thoughts on “TOP 10 REASONS NOT TO READ MY BOOKS By Elysa Hendricks

  1. I got a good chuckle from this. As someone who HAS read most of your books, I have to agree that it’s all accurate. I’ll add another reason: you’re just desperate to scrub the kitchen floor or clean out the hall closet and can’t afford to be distracted by an entertaining and well written story.

  2. Hi Cindy,

    Thanks so much for having here to visit. Okay now I need to hear your Top Reason for now reading my books. 🙂 Unless of course you do read them then I’d like to hear your Top Reason for doing so. 🙂

  3. Top reasons your books should go on my TBR list: this is one of the most creative posts I’ve read, your excerpt has me intrigued, I love SFR, and you’re posing with an alien in the picture (though I won’t bet on which is which, LOL). You’ve caught my interest, Elysa.

    Cindy, I love coming over to your blog. Great guest spot.

  4. Hi Allie,

    Bob the Alien is a regular attendee (though he appears in different forms) at the Intergalactic Bar & Grill each year at the Romantic Times Convention. I tried to get him to come home with me this year, but he left with someone else. 🙁 I’m the one with all the hair. 🙂

  5. What a great tease from you book. I like your 10 reason. Unforunately, I not pay heed to them and I will read your story. Ghost stories and Science Fiction have always been my true love. I look forward to reading in this book how the humans kick alien butt. Keep writing so I can keep reading.

  6. I went to B&N to see if I could purchase a copy of your book. So is this story revamped from the paper back book? Did the story change any from the original? Someone mentioned the hero rapes the heroine? Is this book released as an ebook yet?

  7. Mary, Star Crash is an ebook re-release of my Dorchester mass market paperback. It’s not available from B&N yet, just Kindle. I made a few minor tweaks from the paper version, but the story is the same. And NO the hero does not rape the heroine. There’s a bit of forced seduction, but in the end it’s the heroine who controls the incident.

    Star Crash is a book people either love or hate, but either way it definitely gets them talking. 🙂

    • Thank you for clearing that up. Anxious to read it. I like a little of BD&SM. (smile) I hadn’t checked my Kindle sites yet. I am going to have to get one and soon. I know I am going to love it.

  8. Ok, your topic caught my attention. I haven’t read your books (yet) b/c I have a stack of about 150 on top of them….but I may just move that around….

  9. I’ve never listened to reason! So I guess I’m on form, I ended up putting your book Star Crash on my wish list 😀

  10. Usually the top reason a person hasn’t read my books is because they’ve never heard of them or me. 🙂 I’m hoping to change that – one reader at a time. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.

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