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\"jsfallons-fall-web\"<\/a>Tell us a bit about yourself.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In another life, I used to be a flight attendant for an airline known for its funny announcements. The job gave me a lot of insight into human behavior–the good, the bad, the ugly, and the funny. I left the ‘friendly skies’ behind in 2002 to write full-time.<\/p>\n

Tell us about your most recent book.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My most recent book is called Fallon’s Fall. I had written about a space pirate, who dabbled in smuggling women, in Hawk’s Slave. In that story, I introduced Fallon, who is the captain’s First on the ship. I didn’t know a lot about him other than he had horns and was green. He also seemed to be disapproving and I never really knew why until I explored his story. Fallon’s Fall is essentially a reunion love story about two aliens who met as kids, grew up together, and planned to runaway because their families didn’t approve of their union. When the plan fails, their lives go in very different directions. They never expect to ever see each other again, but fate has other ideas.<\/p>\n

Who is the villain or antagonist in your story and what is he\/she like?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don’t really have a villain in this story. The hero is an anti-hero. He’s a smuggler, who has done pretty much anything he had to in order to survive, including genetically altering his body. He left a life of privilege behind and got kicked hard by the universe. That galactic stomping has changed him from the artistic boy my heroine once knew and loved.<\/p>\n

Is there any respect between this character and the hero\/heroine of your story?<\/strong><\/p>\n

There is respect between the hero and heroine. Well, at least they respect who they used to be. They have to come to terms with the people they’ve become. That’s not always an easy thing to do.<\/p>\n

What was the most difficult part of writing about this character?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The most difficult part for me was realizing the hero had locked away the artistic part of himself. It made me sad that he’d given it up, along with the only woman he’d ever loved.<\/p>\n

If you could give this character one piece of advice, what would it be?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Be brave and go back for her.<\/p>\n

What kind of antagonist is your favorite?<\/strong><\/p>\n

My favorite kind of antagonist is the ‘Loki in Avengers’ kind. He’s so manipulative, yet at the same time, he conveys such deep hurt. You feel for him, even though you know he’s going to stab you in the back. A character with that combination of traits is dynamic, mesmerizing, and utterly irresistible. (And yes, I have a ‘slight’ crush on Tom Hiddleston.;)<\/p>\n

Who is one of your favorite fictional villains (can be from a book, movie or television)?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh that’s a hard question to answer. I’d have to say Loki again, though there have been many throughout the years (ie Smoking man in X-Files, Hannibal, Jack in The Shining, etc.).<\/p>\n

FALLON’S FALL BLURB:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fallon has spent the last ten years working as a smuggler on Captain Hawk’s crew. The last person he expects to run into at a bar in the middle of Jarvis Prime is the one woman who got away, the only woman he ever loved and abandoned<\/em>…Dora of Petron.<\/p>\n

When Dora bet her crewmen that she could rope the horned man on the barstool, she had no idea he’d turn out to be the merchant boy she once loved. It’s been ten years since Fallon swore he’d come back for her. Ten years of heartache that Dora thought was behind her\u2014until Fallon kidnaps her and bares his soul after one night of shattering bliss. Now he’s telling her that this time she<\/em> has to walk away.<\/p>\n

Well Dora’s got news for Fallon, she’s no longer the lovesick teen he abandoned all those years ago. She’s a grown woman who knows that sometimes you have to cross a universe to get a second chance at love.<\/p>\n

FALLON’S FALL EXCERPT\u2014ADULT CONTENT (1 naughty word):<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sometimes you just need to get drunk and fuck an android.<\/p>\n

Fallon planned to do both as soon as the ship docked. For now, he stood on the observation deck of the Nix<\/em>, staring at the misshapen blue bubble floating in the middle of the Jarvis Prime galaxy.<\/p>\n

From this distance, the lights inside the bubble looked like all the other stars around it, but this was no star. Even from here, he could tell it was the Terraless Firma Weigh Station. The floating bastion of neon debauchery that perched on the remains of an exploded planet was as close to a home away from the ship as he got these days.<\/p>\n

He stroked his horns and a tingle rushed through his body. Fallon couldn\u2019t wait to hit the bars and Moxy\u2019s Companion House. Her artificial humanoids could pass for the real thing, especially for a man suffering a dry spell. And if Fallon went any longer without female companionship, his genitals would turn to dust.<\/p>\n

Fallon headed to the main deck and took his position at the controls. Captain Hawk sat in the center of the room. The flight crew fanned out around him in front of the various control panels, each focusing on the job that needed to be done.<\/p>\n

As they neared the station, its jagged metal buildings and tiny, light-filled tentacles attached to fueling pods came into view. Neon signs pointed out gaming facilities, overnight accommodations, and an intergalactic shuttle stop\u2014with daily service<\/em>. All the things a legitimate space traveler might need. But it was the dark side of the station that Fallon was interested in. The side with only a few signs and very little light. His body tightened in anticipation.<\/p>\n

\u201cPull her in slowly,\u201d Hawk ordered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, Captain.\u201d Fallon guided the ship toward the closest tentacle, until the Nix<\/em> floated parallel to an empty refueling pod. The ship jerked against the gravitational tug, letting Fallon know it was safe to power down. \u201cLast one to the bay buys the first round.\u201d<\/p>\n

Feet pounded the floor as twenty-eight of the thirty member crew wound their way down the smooth metal corridors, through the ever-tightening concentric circles that led to the cargo bay. Some cheated by taking the secret passages that were littered throughout the ship. Others headed to the transport cylinders.<\/p>\n

Once in the cargo bay, crew members piled into what looked like cells. As soon as the last man stepped inside, the doors closed and part of the interlocking ship broke away from the main vessel and became a shuttle.<\/p>\n

Three hours later, Fallon found himself seated at a bar, sipping on a drink and listening to the latest mix of space noise thumping in the background. The quips, pops, and quarks were followed by a soft bang.<\/p>\n

He cocked his head. Impressive, <\/em>he thought. Someone had managed to make a decent recording of a sun exploding. He tapped along, trying to lose himself in the music, grateful to be listening to something other than the constant yowling from the two cats in heat he\u2019d been subjected to onboard ship.<\/p>\n

Dressed in black leather pants and a tight flight shirt, Captain Hawk sat in the corner of the watering hole with Opal draped across his lap. She gently stroked Hawk\u2019s long dark braids with her claws and nuzzled his light blue neck. The Phantom Warrior female shifter, who only a few months ago had been living on Planet Zaron, now held the position of Hawk\u2019s mate. Fallon was still Hawk\u2019s First on the ship, but he was under no illusion who really occupied the spot under the captain.<\/p>\n

He stared at Opal. In the low lighting, the lithe female with short, dark hair looked fragile, but in this case appearances were deceptive. She was a skilled warrior, who at one time had been tasked with protecting Hades, the Phantom King. You didn\u2019t get a job like that unless you were lethal.<\/p>\n

Opal\u2019s purr rose above the music to match Hawk\u2019s. The sound made Fallon\u2019s horns bristle. Things onboard the Nix<\/em> hadn\u2019t been the same since the captain found his mate. It had become downright\u2026boring<\/em>. Worse yet, they\u2019d gone legit. No more slaving and no more smuggling.<\/p>\n

Fallon didn\u2019t miss slaving, since it was often more trouble than it was worth, but he did miss the thrill that came from smuggling.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t begrudge Hawk his happiness, but it sure put a dent in their business. They hadn\u2019t picked up a single cargo since Opal came aboard. Fallon seemed to be the only one worried about the change in their leader. The rest of the crew remained unfazed or perhaps they\u2019d simply accepted the change and mentally moved on.<\/p>\n

Without the constant excitement, it became harder and harder to ignore the dissatisfaction growing inside him and the real reasons behind it. His gaze slid back to the blue liquor in his glass. Fallon picked up his drink and swirled the fluid around.<\/p>\n

Behind him, Reaper and Mars played a game of toss the whirl. A loud curse disrupted the steady sound of the whirl\u2019s suckered feet hitting the target wall. Fallon turned in time to see a tiny gray creature take off across the floor and scamper under a table. Mars was right on the whirl\u2019s thorny tail, but didn\u2019t reach the low-slung table in time. He cursed again, showing off his skill for languages, and garnered the attention of the restkeep running the place.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it gets away, you\u2019re paying for it.\u201d The restkeep\u2019s hard gaze glided to the far side of the room where a Gormo sat munching on something with eight legs. \u201cIf he eats my whirl, it\u2019s going to cost you double.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fallon chuckled. He didn\u2019t think Mars would let the whirl get away. The man was used to wrangling small creatures. He\u2019d had a familiar named Echo for as long as Fallon could recall. As the thought passed through his mind, Echo\u2019s tiny wedge-shaped head popped up from one of Mars\u2019s many coat pockets.<\/p>\n

The mischievous creature had a mixture of yellow feathers and fur, along with startling, beady red eyes that glowed depending on its mood. The color of it clashed wildly with Mars\u2019s onyx skin, but neither seemed to mind.<\/p>\n

Mars reached down without looking and gently pushed Echo\u2019s head back into his pocket. It let out a loud displeased squeak, then quieted down. \u201cDon\u2019t get any ideas,\u201d Mars muttered.<\/p>\n

With the excitement over, Fallon went back to his drink. He\u2019d no sooner taken a sip, when a loud whoop came from the entrance of the cantina. For a moment, he thought it might be in reaction to the whirl\u2019s unexpected presence, but the sound was quickly followed by a hearty laugh that had Fallon\u2019s shoulders stiffening.<\/p>\n

Memories of another time, another place flooded him. Memories he\u2019d tried very hard to forget. The laugh came again\u2014this time louder. His heart stuttered in his chest. How many years had it been? Eight? Ten?<\/p>\n

Fallon took a deep breath and swiveled on his stool. His gaze locked on the dark-haired woman, surrounded by four burly space officers. It wasn\u2019t possible… Yet, there was something familiar about the woman other than her laugh. She had the same pointed chin and full lips that he remembered. Fallon had spent enough time kissing them to know. His gaze swept her from head to foot and his breath caught.<\/p>\n

There was more of her now than there had been when he\u2019d known her. And that more<\/em> had Fallon\u2019s mouth watering.<\/p>\n

Wide hips and large breasts replaced the boney body he recalled. The body he knew so well, but hadn\u2019t had a chance to fully explore. She\u2019d always had a narrow waist, but her thighs were fuller. Perfect for gripping a man.<\/p>\n

When they were teens, they used to joke about being able to look eye to eye, but these days the top of her head barely came to his shoulders.<\/p>\n

Dora of Petron\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Was it really her? What were the chances that his rebellious little dreamer would show up here of all places? Ten years faded in a blink. Fallon forgot all about being a genetically enhanced smuggler, forgot about being the son of a wealthy merchant.<\/p>\n

In his mind, he was the boy who\u2019d dreamed about designing holographic gardens. The boy that he\u2019d been on that dirt-well planet of Petron, staring at the girl whose braids he used to tug. The girl who he swore he\u2019d come back for. The only girl that he\u2019d ever loved. The girl he\u2019d abandoned.<\/p>\n

The thick plaits of hair that dropped to her waist were long gone. Fallon could still feel the soft texture sliding through his fingertips. The dark strands had always glowed under sunlight, giving Dora an ethereal appearance. As if the Goddess herself had kissed her head.<\/p>\n

Fallon missed the braids, missed the girl.<\/p>\n

This woman wore her hair loose, just a little past shoulder length. Better to tangle his fists in, when he took her. And there was no doubt that Fallon wanted her, even if she wasn\u2019t Dora of Petron. She looked enough like her to let him pretend for a few hours.<\/p>\n

Sharp gray eyes surveyed the room with one glance before swinging back to him. There was no recognition on her face. Why would there be after all these years?<\/p>\n

Bitterness welled in his mouth and his head dropped. He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. He was wrong. It wasn\u2019t her. Dora would know<\/em> him. To believe otherwise would mean that he\u2019d meant nothing to her and that was something Fallon couldn\u2019t face. It wasn\u2019t his <\/em>Dora. Just someone who looked a little like her.<\/p>\n

He took a deep breath, then grabbed his drink and downed half of it. The liquid burned his throat. Fallon welcomed the pain.<\/p>\n

The woman\u2019s eyes narrowed as her gaze locked on the horns that curved around his head\u2014horns that had been barely coming in when he\u2019d known the girl. She elbowed the man next to her. He leaned in close. Too close. And whispered in her ear.<\/p>\n

The familiarity of the move brought on a maelstrom of unexpected fury. Just who was he? And how well did they know each other? Fallon was shocked by the swell of emotion. He would have thought that after ten years he would\u2019ve moved beyond such things. Yet, he had the overwhelming need to gore a stranger with his horns.<\/p>\n

The man said something else and the woman giggled. That laugh wrapped around Fallon and refused to let him go. Only one person he knew laughed like that\u2026Dora<\/em>. What he failed to recall was that the only time she did so was when she was up to no good.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwenty credits says I can rope that one.\u201d She nodded in Fallon\u2019s direction.<\/p>\n

Fallon glanced behind him to see who she referred to, but there was no one there. Surely she didn\u2019t mean him. Not his shy and unassuming Dora. Fallon turned back in time to see a rope coming for his head, a rope that looked familiar<\/em>. He was so shocked that he didn\u2019t even react.<\/p>\n

The rope settled around his horns. The woman yanked hard, pulling him off his stool. Fallon fell to his knees. She was on him in a blink, looping the rope around his horns, then snatching up his feet. Within seconds, she had him trussed\u2026and more turned on than he\u2019d been in years.<\/p>\n

AUTHOR BIO<\/strong>: Jordan Summers is a New York published author with thirty-three books to her credit. She has sold over 155,000 ebooks and is a member of the Horror Writer\u2019s Association, International Thriller Writers, and Novelist Inc. To learn more about the author’s upcoming work go to: www.jordansummers.com<\/p>\n

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