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Through the Wormhole to Outer-space Holidays


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The end of the year is a magical time, whether you celebrate Christmas or Diwali or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or the winter solstice or you’re just waiting for 2016 to finally be over (seriously, what a year!). With so many Earth-based cultures and traditions basing some of their biggest celebrations around this time, why would space be any different?

My answer: I believe it wouldn’t.

Humans and creatures and aliens, it seems, will always come together when it’s cold outside to remind themselves about life, love, and to give thanks for what they care about most. (And for those in the southern hemisphere on our planet, well, you’re lucky that you can spend the holidays at the beach. But when it does turn cold outside, you’re ready to cuddle up together, too). There’s just something about a chill in the air (or a chill in the vacuum of space) that brings us together.

It’s why Christmas movies are so popular. Not only are they about families coming together to celebrate, we gather our own families to sit together and watch them. It’s why we travel—sometimes across the country and sometimes across what feels like the galaxy—to spend the holidays with our families. Romances happen. Friends reach out to each other. Families hug, even after they haven’t seen each other in a year.

We’re all looking for that reason to get together, and as they say, miracles happen during this time. It makes us feel the cold less and helps reinvigorate us for the upcoming year.

Some call it “heartwarming”. It’s certainly my favorite time of the year, that wind down where we can look back and look forward. My wedding anniversary falls during these months. My favorite memories are during the coldest months of the year.

That’s why I think that once we reach space, we’ll still continue to celebrate the holidays. Whether you’re an astronaut in ISS or on the USS Enterprise, you’ll still use the cold to share your fondest memories.

The eight authors of Baby, It’s Cold in Space take you through the wormhole to our versions of the outer-space holidays and cold. The cold brings our characters together. And hopefully, our stories will warm your heart too.

Excerpt from The Solar Express:

“But our people don’t even celebrate Charis-must!”

“It’s ‘Christmas’, Kear’yl. ‘Christmas’.

On the other end of the line, I imagine my Chief Commander father—Op’pa in my native tongue—pinching the bridge of his wide nose in frustration. Mainly because I’m doing the exact same thing right now. My father and I are mirrors of each other—tall, blue-skinned warriors who look after the universe. And we have the exact same mannerisms.

He continues chiding me, his voice irritated. “It’s what some humans do with their families at the end of every year—”

“I know what they do for Charis-must.” Even though I still can’t pronounce it right, no matter how many times I say it. Give me an obscure alien language from the far reaches of space and I can master it in a single Planck time. Learning human traditions, however, is another thing entirely.

Then again, I may have a mental block due to one certain human. That arrogant, cocky son-of-a-py’Vieth.

“Look, just because you decide to go off and marry one of those human females,” I say, “that doesn’t mean that you have to expect me to play along with your Charis-must family time!”

“Jessica is your zn’Eppa, Kear’yl.” My father’s voice is low, dangerous. “You’ll treat her with respect.”

zn’Eppa. That’s what Earthlings call a “stepmother.” The human woman who married my proud Vzekian father. I don’t know what she did to ensnare him, but I’ve spent the last five years trying to avoid all humans at any cost. Backwards, loud, intrusive and self-destructive, they’re one of the species that my kind is protecting, but mostly from themselves. Sure, there are plenty of nice humans, but for the most part, I find them to be tiresome.

And there is one man who I find to be more infuriating than any other human I’ve met.

At the thought of him, I fume into my communicator, refusing to back down. “So you’re expecting me to just drop everything I’m doing and fly to Earth to pick up my zn’Ethri and take both of us to meet you on the planet Fl’steri so we can all have a wonderful Charis-must together?”

“Your stepbrother has a name, you know.”

I grit my teeth to even spare a thought for that human. “You must think me a fool, Op’pa.”

I refuse to do it. Refuse. Even though my father is technically my commanding officer and can court martial me for disobedience, I know he won’t follow through with it. He knows some of my feelings on this matter, and if he wants his people to think he’s the fearless leader we believe him to be, then he’d better pay heed.

I won’t go.

Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

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About Baby, It’s Cold in Space

Travel off-planet for the holidays. Set thrusters to max with these steamy science fiction romance stories by eight exciting authors. Each SFR novella in this anthology delivers the perfect holiday gift—love—to warm readers during the coldest season of the year.

Only $.99 –A limited time offer from New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning authors of fast-paced science fiction romance!

Included in Baby, it’s Cold in Space


When Gabi Esser joined the Galactic Coalition Fleet Marines, she dreamed of seeing the universe. Instead, she’s sent to New London–the most backward planet in the Coalition–to protect one of its silly nobles during the holiday season. Now the duke she’s guarding wants her to pretend to be his date at several Christmas parties, and she’s more intrigued by him than she wants to admit. They can carry this off without falling in love … but only in their dreams.

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I’d like to thank Erin for stopping by to tell us about Baby, it’s Cold in Space. It sounds mega-fun! So, dear readers, do you like a little science fiction missed into your holiday reading?

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