M.D. Neu has a new MM sci-fi audiobook out, A New World book 1: Contact. And there’s a giveaway.
A little blue world, the third planet from the sun. Itâs home to seven billion peopleâwith all manner of faiths, beliefs, and customs, divided by bigotry and misunderstandingâwho will soon be told they are not alone in the universe. Anyone watching from the outside would pass by this fractured and tumultuous world, unless they had no other choice. Todd Landon is one of these people, living and working in a section of the world called the United States of America. His life is similar to those around him: home, family, work, friends, and a husband.
On the cusp of the greatest announcement humankind has ever witnessed, Toddâs personal world is thrown into turmoil when his estranged brother shows up on his front porch with news of ships heading for Earthâs orbit. The ships are holding the Nentraee, a humanoid race who have come to Earth in need of help after fleeing the destruction of their homeworld. How will one man bridge the gap for both the Humans and Nentraee, amongst mistrust, terrorist attacks, and personal loss? Will this be the start of a new age of man or will bigotry and miscommunication bring this small world to its knees and final end?
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About the Series
A little blue world, the third planet from the sun. It’s home to 7 billion people with all manner of faiths, beliefs and customs, divided by bigotry and misunderstanding, who will soon be told they are not alone in the universe. Anyone watching from the outside would pass by this fractured and tumultuous world, unless they had no other choice.
Todd Landon is one of these people, living and working in a section of the world called the United States of America. His life is similar to those around him: home, family, work, friends, and a husband.
Mirtoff Esmi is the first of her clan to be the Leader of the Nentraee. Her sole focus is to find them a home before their fleet of ships can no longer carry the last survivors of their dead world. With her brother, niece, and Faa (her companion animal) supporting her, she carries the weight of her world on her shoulders.
Miâko Soemu remembers the Nentraee home world for both its failures and its triumphs, which is why he holds the position of Vice-Speaker, and supports the efforts of the Nentraee Leader. He is a father and husband first, and will do what he needs to ensure his family and his fellow nentraee are safe and make it to a new world.
These three beings hold the weight of two civilizations in their hands. Will they be able to bridge the gap for both the Humans and Nentraee, amongst mistrust, terrorist attacks and personal loss? Will this be the start of a new age for both species or will bigotry and miscommunication bring these two people to their knees and final end?
Giveaway
M.D. is giving away a choice of The Called or Conviction in eBook format to 5 winners during the tour:
Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47245/?
Excerpt
A New World-Contact
M.D. Neu Š 2019
All Rights Reserved
The scene is a confrontation scene between one of the alien generals, Gahumed, and the leader of the alien race, Mirtoff. For me this scene is a lot of fun and it shows off these two powerful women who arenât afraid to stand their ground.
Pronunciations:
- RĂĄdo (RA Doo) â The ĂĄ is a hard âAâ sound.
- Gahumed (Gah Mead)
- Mirtoff (Mir Toff)
- Tuma (Tu ma)
- Candra (Can dra)
- DĂĄla (DA la) â The ĂĄ is a hard âAâ sound.
- JâVeesa (J Vee Sa)
- Zaâentra (Za En Tra)
- Martween (Mar Tween)
- UâZraee (OO Zray)
- Nentraee (Nen Tray)
âMadam Speaker, welcome to the RĂĄdo.â The female officer stood and bowed.
âThank you.â
âYou honor us with your presence. Iâll let the general know youâre here.â The officer returned to her seat and started tapping on her terminal.
Mirtoff examined the reception area; unlike the civilian ships, this place had a claustrophobic feel. It was built for function, nothing more. She remembered when the ship was under construction at the Candra Shipyards. They barely had the drives working prior to the evacuation. It took five additional years to complete, but the end result was worth it.
âMadam Speaker. You can go in.â The officer bowed again.
Mirtoff bowed in return and proceeded into the generalâs office.
The office wasnât nearly as formal and polished as hers or the vice speakerâs, but it was bigger.
Probably needed to be this large for Gahumedâs girth. Or perhaps her ego.
Various monitors mounted on the walls ran status reports for ship-to-fleet control. This one office could manage the majority of the task force. The monitors displayed only the Nentraee Government Seal. The design comprised of seven gold patterns, each a symbol for one of the clans.
A bank of windows on the back wall showed a view of the internal command center. A large workstation loomed nearby, as did chairs and the conference table that could hold all the generals comfortably for any type of meeting. In this large space, the colors were drab.
Iâm not a soldier. I could never work in a place like this. There needs to be plants or color. Something.
âMadam Speaker.â Gahumed offered a curt bow as she stood from her desk. She was a big woman, born for the military, with broad shoulders and a tall frame. Mirtoff was always impressed with how the general managed to keep her brown hair in such snug braids and an even tighter bun.
âGeneral Gahumed. You run a remarkable ship. You should be proud.â
âIâm honored to have such a post within our government.â She tapped her workstation. âDĂĄla, please, bring in two chilled cups of tuma.â She turned to Mirtoff. âYou enjoy tuma, correct?â
âOf course.â
Gahumed pointed to the conference table. âPlease, come. Let us sit.â
Taking a seat at the table, Mirtoff waited for Gahumed to join her. âI assume youâre here to talk about my suggested plan for dealing with these humans?â Gahumed almost hissed out the word âhumans.â
âI am.â Mirtoff pulled out her datapad and loaded the information, then swiped it over to the largest of the monitors on the wall. The image started with the Earth rotating. Once it hit the area of the planet she wanted, she zoomed in on a small island continent. The image moved in closer to a smaller island mass off the island continentâs coast. âYour proposal to occupy the area known to the humans as New Zealand is dangerous.â
âI donât agree.â Gahumed rested her hands on the table. âI picked that area with defense in mind. Itâs remote. The land mass is small enough, and we can easily control the surrounding space. They have a limited population of four point six million that can be relocated to Uztraliaââ
âI believe they call it Australia,â Mirtoff interrupted.
âRegardless, they share a similar language and background. I donât see an issue.â Gahumed brought up demographic information of her own. âNew Zealand can be made to become sustainable for our needs and allow us business options with the humans.â
âA forced relocation wonât work.â Mirtoffâs ears started to swell and warm up.
Relax. Donât let this plan anger you.
Mirtoff took a breath. âHow will that help us build a positive enough relationship with them so we can conduct trade?â
âWe could offer them helium-3 for the territory,â Gahumed countered.
âAnd what if the Australians donât want four point six million new humans?â
âWhy not?â Gahumed smirked. âThey have the land mass, and from the reports, the two territories have good relations.â
âThe issue, as I understand it, is none of Earthâs governments are willing to give up their territory to usââ
âMadam Speaker,â Gahumed interrupted, âthey are a barbaric species that fight among themselves for land all the time.â
âAnd how would we be any different?â
âItâs not the same thing,â Gahumed said.
Itâs exactly the same thing. You donât want to see it. Youâre a hypocrite.
âWe canât trust them.â Gahumed swiped her hands over her datapad. âThey wonât work with us in peace and certainly we canât trust them to be truthful with their motives. Despite what you and the vice speaker may think. We can easily go there and use our military to take over the area. Then we move the humans and make reparations.â She picked up her datapad. âDenes and my staff have run the scenario based on the information weâve gathered. The losses were negligible.â She swiped the data up to the monitor.
âYes, General Gahumed, Iâm sure the work of your son is admirable and perfect.â She rubbed the tips of her ears. âJust like himââ
âAre you mocking the abilities of my son? He is a fine male with a brilliant military mind. He is the type of male that every Nentraee of his gender should strive to be.â Her full lips pulled into a stiff line, and her ears started turning an angry shade of blue.
âOf course, General Gahumed, heâs the perfect male. Unlike all others. We are all aware of this fact.â Mirtoff forced her gaze not to move from the generalâs. How poor Denes lived with the pressure for perfection was impressive.
Itâs possible, on that fact alone, he may actually be perfect.
âI donât appreciate your tone, and as a full member of the Speakerâs House, I would expect better.â Gahumed didnât bother to hide the tips of her ears.
This isnât going well.
âMy apologies.â Mirtoff offered a stiff bow. âYou want to go to war with the humans for territory? That is not the way of JâVeesa.â
âDonât assume to understand JâVeesaâs will. Your people donât have the relationship with JâVeesa that mine do.â Gahumedâs ears flared.
Mirtoff kept quiet.
Your people. My people. What is the difference? JâVeesa sees us equally.
Gahumed swiped information to the largest monitor. Battle statistics filled the screen. âI donât consider it a war, more of a forced relocation. Weâll be fine.â
âAnd if they decide to involve other countries?â Mirtoff rested her datapad on the table. âThen what? Itâll be the Clan Wars all over again. Havenâtââ She stopped and her chin dropped to her chest.
Weâve been through that once on our world. How can we force that on another?
âItâll be nothing like the Clan Wars.â Gahumed sat taller in the seat. âOnce, these humans see our military might, they wonât challenge us. They would lose even if they used their strongest military deterrents. It would be nothing like the slaughter that your clan caused back then.â
Mirtoffâs eyes shot up. âThe Zaâentra? They were fighting back your clan because they had no choice. Your clan and the Martween and UâZraee clans were slaughtering them. It was only because of their numbers that they were able to endure. How can you sayââ
âI speak the truth.â Gahumed slammed her hands on the table, causing it to shake. âYou and your clan have always blamed us for that war. We never started itââ
The soft chirp of the door interrupted them. They both turned as DĂĄla entered, holding a tray with two cups on it. She quietly placed a cup in front of each of them and left the room.
âIâm sorry, General Gahumed.â Mirtoff stood, the tips of her ears on fire. âI appreciate your proposal. However, I came to inform you that your suggested plan for New Zealand has been rejected. We will not risk war with the humans to gain territory.â She glanced at the tuma and then back to Gahumed. âI appreciate the offer of the cup of tuma. However, Iâm afraid I canât stay.â
âThis is a mistake, Mirtoff.â Gahumed stood. âYouâll see when they resist the arm of peace that you and others in the Speakerâs House extend to them. My idea is the only one that can guarantee the safety of our people.â
âNo, General. I would sooner leave this planet than go in and slaughter them.â Mirtoff headed out of the office, her hands in tight fists.
There is a peaceful solution. I need to find it and keep the military generals from forcing us into an armed confrontation. I wonât be the first speaker general to go to war with an alien race.
Author Bio
M.D. Neu is an international award-winning inclusive queer Fiction Writer with a love for writing and travel. Living in the heart of Silicon Valley (San Jose, California) and growing up around technology, heâs always been fascinated with what could be. Specifically drawn to Science Fiction and Paranormal television and novels, M.D. Neu was inspired by the great Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, Stephen King, Alice Walker, Alfred Hitchcock, Harvey Fierstein, Anne Rice, and Kim Stanley Robinson. An odd combination, but one that has influenced his writing.
Growing up in an accepting family as a gay man he always wondered why there were never stories reflecting who he was. Constantly surrounded by characters that only reflected heterosexual society, M.D. Neu decided he wanted to change that. So, he took to writing, wanting to tell good stories that reflected our diverse world.
When M.D. Neu isnât writing, he works for a non-profit and travels with his biggest supporter and his harshest critic, Eric his husband of twenty plus years.
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