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Alien Love
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-424-1
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Genre: Science Fiction/Fiction/Adventure
eBook Length: 174 Pages
Published: August 2018

From inside the flap

A dying astronaut reveals a secret that blows the lid off a government treaty with extraterrestrials while other alien races have come to Earth with their own agendas. Meanwhile, an ancient alien race with a base on the Moon makes plans that could spell doom.

Jack Starling is an ex-SEAL with plenty of his own problems, but he can’t help falling in love with the beautiful woman he rescues after she is brutally attacked. He learns how dangerous it can be to fall in love with someone not human who has her own plans for him and for all humanity.

Jack finds himself pitted against aliens far stronger and far more cunning than any human enemies. Once he learns what the aliens have planned for him and for Earth, he must race against time before it is too late.

Alien Love (Excerpt)


Prologue

A few students stared at the black limo navigating the narrow campus streets as it headed toward the Physics building. The old man's lips formed a slight smile that could have been a grimace. Retired astronauts, particularly those who had walked on the Moon, enjoyed plenty of perks. All they had to do is play by the rules. Astronauts' wives never complained publicly about the danger their husbands faced or the media's intrusion into their private lives. Astronauts never spoke off the record, revealed top-secret information, or complained about suffocating rules and regulations. Besides a nice pension, they enjoyed the best healthcare in the world.

Maybe that particular perk wasn't so great after all. A retired technician might succumb to cancer after a few months and die peacefully in his sleep, but a retired astronaut might linger for a year, thanks to drugs costing thousands of dollars. Well, maybe there was a reason God wanted Major Frank Buchanan to stick around a bit longer. While he had been brought up believing that he always should do the right thing, he had gone along to get along for much too many years. His hand brushed against a thick manila folder in his jacket pocket, and he saw that his driver was staring at him.

"You sure you're up for this, boss?" The worry lines on the driver's normally placid face reflected his mounting concern.

"I'll be fine, Jimmy. If I could make it to the Moon and back, I can make it to the fourth floor with the help of a damned elevator."

Few students looked up from their phones to watch as Buchanan slowly climbed out of the limo. Of course, if they'd known who he was, they might have paid more attention. His face had been plastered on cereal boxes as well as on every TV set on the planet. He reached into his pocket for a pain pill and swallowed it without water and then leaned heavily on his cane as he walked slowly into the physics building and found the elevator.

A middle-aged man wearing a tweed jacket responded to the soft knock and motioned for the former astronaut to take a seat at a table surrounded by bookcases overflowing with books on astrophysics. He carefully locked the door before joining his guest.

"So, it's true? They lied all those years and called me every name in the book; I was right after all."

Buchanan's craggy face broke into a small smile. "Yeah, you almost fucked up everything. I'm surprised someone hasn't taken you out by now."

"I was sorry to hear about your...condition."

"You ought to be happy. I probably wouldn't be here if I had months left and not days. It's hard to believe I'm one of the last rocket jockeys still alive who've left this planet and returned in one piece. Maybe I've been around too long."

"Have you brought any documents with you? I'm particularly interested in those memos from NASA that you mentioned as well as that report analyzing Moon images from the probes."

Buchanan reached into a coat pocket and pulled out a thick folder. "If I were you, I'd make copies of this stuff and then hide them where they'll be safe. I'm not joking when I say people have died for knowing just a fraction of what's here."

The professor's hand shook as he took the envelope. He stared at it for a couple of minutes without speaking and then reached for a video camera that was on a bookshelf. "You said you wanted me to record what you have to say?"

Buchanan nodded. "Nobody's going to believe you no matter how great a reputation you might have. You'll need a video to prove you didn't cook up this story on your own. Even with the video, I'm sure NASA is going to say that I was on meds and hallucinating and not in my right mind."

"I agree. That's why I asked you for copies of some of those internal memos as well as some of the photos that showed up missing when I put through my Freedom of Information request."

"I've given you enough ammunition here to make some of those hotshots shit bricks. Promise me you'll be careful. You can't trust anyone. I'm convinced a couple of my buddies are dead because they reached the point where they were fed up and ready to talk."

Professor Aaron Starling pressed the record button on his video camera as the former astronaut began to speak.

"It started long before we went into space. I know you've heard about the flying saucer that crashed in Roswell, but let me tell you how that led to the formation of a group known as Majestic-12 and how they've managed to keep a lid on everything. I'm not proud of the fact that my fellow astronauts and I let them muzzle us. You worry about your family and your reputation when you're young. I'm too old now to worry about those things. I outlived my only child, and I don't have much time left myself."

Buchanan felt his strength waning, but he forced himself to go on as long as he could. He popped another pain pill and grunted his appreciation when the professor helped him up. He saw now that he hadn't noticed that the office's walls were covered with star charts including a large poster that read WE ARE NOT ALONE. He smiled and nodded before staggering toward the elevator. He knew he'd be sick that night, but he always completed his missions. He saw Jimmy talking on his cell phone. When the driver spotted him, he quickly hung up and headed in his direction to give him a hand.

On the way home Buchanan looked at Jimmy's taut face. "Is everything okay? Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"

Jimmy bit his lip before replying. "Nah, I just found out that my landlord's going to raise my rent."

"Can I give you some dough to tide you over? I'm sure the good ole USA isn't paying you that much to drive an old man to his doctor appointments."

"I'll be okay. It's been a real honor driving you, sir." "I'm not dead yet," Buchanan reminded him. "Not yet," the driver muttered to himself.