Hidden strengths, adventurous hearts.
S.C. Mitchell grow up an avid reader of comic books, science fiction, and fantasy literature. He’s been writing stories for over thirty years. In 2010, he left his job as a computer desktop support specialist to pursue his passion for writing full time. He is a member of the Romance Writers of American as well as the Wisconsin Chapter.
As a writer of paranormal and sci-fi romance, fantasy, and science fiction, Steve crafts unique and wondrous worlds where his characters explore, romp, and fall in love. Whether traveling through dark, demon filled dimensions, the edge of wild space, or ancient mythological heavens, his heroes and heroines, guided by their adventurous hearts, discover hidden strengths on their pathway to enduring love.
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An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.
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Once Upon a Galaxy . . .
Zana Starchild is on a mission to restore her tribe’s livestock and save herself from one more meal of kelp. Sure, it’s technically illegal to visit Old Earth, but to a rim rat like Zana, galactic laws are really just guidelines. Her wrecked starship just means she’ll need to use her back up plan to get off the abandoned world, and old Earth legend her uncle passed down to her.
Pulled from a relaxing shower, across the galaxy to Old Earth, Galactic Marshall Kyle Kepler finds himself naked and marooned with a quirky rim rat. Zana’s broken more laws that Kyle can count, and he plans to arrest her, just as soon as he can find transport off the planet and a pair of pants.
A junk heap of a starship, a magical tree, and a roving gang of mutant kangaroos are just the beginning of rollicking intergalactic journey filled with laughs, love, and adventure.
She reached out, palming the bark as she scurried around to put the trunk between her and her pursuers. “Come on, tree. Get me out of here. Any time.”
She hoped her Soul Mate didn’t turn out to be Andel Narkol. The boy was big and strong, but dumb as a stump. Kennen Plankold had a little more sense, but his nasally voice . . .
Maybe it will be someone I don’t even know yet. Though she was pretty sure she’d met all the eligible men on Konga 10.
“What the hell!” Deep, golden, bassy tones exploded behind her.
“Stupid tree. You were supposed to send me to him, not bring him here.”
Her hand shook as she fired at the first roo to crest the hill. She missed by a mile.
What the hell was she supposed to do now?
“Give me that.” A large, well-muscled, bare arm reached over her shoulder to snatch the blaster from her hand. “Teleporting sentient beings is against galactic law,” he snarled.
Great, the love of her life sounded like a cop. Still, he had a big, bumpy, delicious looking arm.
“I didn’t teleport you, the fucking tree did.”
“They’s two o’ them,” a roo shouted from out of sight. “Twice as much for dinner.”
“Are those roos? Where the hell are we?” A mountain of tanned flesh elbowed past her. “Get behind me.”
“Old Earth, and it’s not my fault.” Well, it was. She’d come here on purpose. But she’d needed to.
Whoa, her first view of her soul mate had her blinking and shaking her head. Mister Big Bumpy Arm Man was Mister Big Bumpy All-Over Man. And it all looked pretty freaking hot, except for that foaming goop in his hair. If that was a fashion statement, she wasn’t buying. It looked more like some kind of infection.
And why the hell was he naked? Was he some kind of naturalist or something?
Still, she wasn’t complaining. He did have a really great ass.