Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Book Tour: Starbound by S.E. Anderson

Starbound by S.E. Anderson

This blog tour also includes an excerpt of the first bit of the first chapter of the book. 
The blurb is for this book, which is the fifth in the series. 
To see the first book's review, click here.


Home is where the heart is. Or maybe the pizza.

There’s no better feeling than being back home after a long week exploring the galaxy, though being abandoned by one’s friends and left to fend off a glitching evil robot spoils it. All that’s left is to settle back into life, preparing Marcy’s wedding and job hunting. If only mysterious midnight SWAT teams and crop-circle crafting-sessions weren't constantly getting in Sally’s way.

When an old foe returns, and Sally is the only person on the planet to recognize it, it’s up to her, her sullen ex, and an overly-excitable FBI agent to save the planet. But first they have to get the president safely out of his favorite sushi bar without starting the war of the worlds.

It’s hard maintaining a long-distance relationship when your crush is light years away and thinks you died of old age, but that hasn’t stopped anyone yet. Sally must save the planet, the universe, and herself - though maybe she’ll take a nap first.

Title: Starbound

Author: S.E. Anderson

Series: Starstuck Saga

Genre: Science Fiction

Recommended Age: Young Adult

Release Date: August 20, 2019






Home is where the heart is. Or maybe the pizza.

There’s no better feeling than being back home after a long week exploring the galaxy, though being abandoned by one’s friends and left to fend off a glitching evil robot spoils it. All that’s left is to settle back into life, preparing Marcy’s wedding and job hunting. If only mysterious midnight SWAT teams and crop-circle crafting-sessions weren't constantly getting in Sally’s way.

When an old foe returns, and Sally is the only person on the planet to recognize it, it’s up to her, her sullen ex, and an overly-excitable FBI agent to save the planet. But first they have to get the president safely out of his favorite sushi bar without starting the war of the worlds.

It’s hard maintaining a long-distance relationship when your crush is light years away and thinks you died of old age, but that hasn’t stopped anyone yet. Sally must save the planet, the universe, and herself - though maybe she’ll take a nap first.

CHAPTER ONE

I Ruin Some Perfectly Good Tea


You never really get to know your friends until they abandon you in the living room with an out-of-control vintage robot. 

Picture this: You just came from a harrowing trip where you were lost pretty much up until the last minute. Finally home, riding off the high of actually making it back not just in the right century but the right day of all things—which still made no sense, mind you—you promise them all tea. 

You leave the kitchen with steaming cups, and instead of seeing your alien best friend and his sister, the room is empty. You catch a breath. And, then, in their place, a robot in full Terminator
 mode comes bursting out of the bathroom, shattering the door into little white splinters, and your first thought isn't "Oh crap, there's a robot on a killing streak in my home," or "How am I going to explain this to my landlord," but this: “They had left.”

Again.

And this time there was nothing for them to return for. They were gone, and they weren’t coming back. 

This was when I stopped speaking in the hypothetical and realize that, shit, this was actually happening. This wasn't a cute interlude but actually happening to me, as I stood, dumbstruck, in front of my couch with a tray of three steaming mugs and an actual killer robot now traipsing all over my rug. 

It was exactly how I imagined a killer robot would look, if, say, I were living in the 1950s. While human-shaped, every form was boxy and squat, though the arms ended in a slick point, a tentacle of shiny, deadly metal. It waved the arms around like a wacky inflatable balloon man, either trying to kill me or sell me used cars. What really tuned me into the whole wanting-me-dead bit was the glowing red of its eyes. They meant business—they meant death. 

No Zander in sight. No trace of Blayde, save for the muddy boot prints on my couch I would inevitably spend an hour scrubbing off without her help. 










S.E. Anderson can’t ever tell you where she’s from. Not because she doesn’t want to, but because it inevitably leads to a confusing conversation where she goes over where she was born (England) where she grew up (France) and where her family is from (USA) and it tends to make things very complicated.

She’s lived pretty much her entire life in the South of France, except for a brief stint where she moved to Washington DC, or the eighty years she spent as a queen of Narnia before coming back home five minutes after she had left. Currently, she goes to university in Marseille, where she’s studying Physics and aiming for a career in Astrophysics.

When she’s not writing, or trying to science, she’s either reading, designing, crafting, or attempting to speak with various woodland creatures in an attempt to get them to do household chores for her. She could also be gaming, or pretending she’s not watching anything on Netflix.


*All artwork and photos were given to be my S.E. Anderson.

May you always find adventure.
- Jaiden



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