Matt and Inara’s cover art (and NSFW art) and has been waiting patiently for forever to show it off. I can’t in good conscience hold onto this and make her workmanship be for nothing. She deserves to be able to add it to her portfolio. So here the book is, hopefully enough of a standalone to be a good time. I so hope you feel your reading hours were well spent. And I need you to know: I thank you from the bottom of my heart for grabbing this book!!!
If you haven’t seen it yet and you like NSFW art, check out the naughty naked version of Matt and Inara’s cover HERE. =D It’s beautiful thanks to Susanna Harle’s talent!
CHICAGOANS SAY
Chicago, like anywhere in the world, has developed interesting regional words and phrases, like frunchrooms and yous and dibs. Regional term preferences are a thing too, with water fountains (not ‘drinking fountains!’) versus Wisconsin’s (and Boston’s and maybe Portland’s) bubblers, a strong preference for gym shoes versus sneakers, pop instead of soda, washroom instead of restroom, and in the Southside of Chicago where Matt is from, gratchkey is a commonly used portmanteau from garage and key, but I could not get this word to fit no matter how badly I wanted it.
It was a lot of fun to research, and to everyone who knows Chicago, I hope I got it right! =D
THE BOSS
Like Matt said, there were 1,359 Boss 429 Mustangs made, and if you read this thinking there’s no way anyone would be driving a 429 Boss on a daily basis plus putting it through the snow and salt of Chicago winters—you’re right. That’s cruel and unusual treatment to a beautiful animal. But for this story, let’s say this Fastback’s rules are bent because of Matt’s unique live-life-like-you’re-dying family perspective. (Even to the point he’d sex up Inara where it can mess up the 429’s interior. Then again—to him, Inara is worth the damage to his classic heirloom, awww. =D ♥)
FOX IN A BOX
Escape Worlds HQ is loosely inspired by Fox in a Box Escape Rooms in Chicago, IL. At the time of this writing, they don’t have an alien-themed room, but everything else they offer has earned them the title of best escape rooms in the world. How cool!
DOVE GIRL
Grant Park in Chicago does have a nice bunch of trees by the Dove Girl fountain, but is not as densely wooded as I needed for this story, so: FICTION SWAP! Grant Park earned a ton more trees à la Pioneer Park in Rhinelander, WI which has some lovely trails, a couple of meadows big enough to hold an airship, a distinct lack of lights, and a ton of deciduous and evergreens by the Pelican River.
PARKING IN CHICAGO?
The Boss’ parking spot is also borrowed from a location other than Chicago. In this fictional story, Matt totally has a parking space his Boss can hog right in front of work. (Just go with it, meine Freunde. XD)
And… THAT’S A WRAP!
Thank you *so much* for picking up The Alien’s Little Sister. I hope you enjoyed Matt and Inara’s story! :) <3
Love,
~Amanda ♥
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Excerpt from JONOHKADA
CHAPTER 1
LOCATION: PLANET EARTH. REGION: CHICAGO, USA.
Among humans, there is a theory called the mere-exposure effect, in which repeated exposure to a stimulus (a person, for example) can cause attraction to develop.
I have been repeatedly exposed to many human females, but thus far, only platonic fondness has been achieved. There must be something about me, and I don’t know what it is, but it’s something peculiar, something females must be able to sense, because not one woman has shone a prolonged interest in me. My friend Gracie tells me that it only means I haven’t found the right woman yet. I hope that if I ever find her, that I recognize her.
That’s been my greatest fear as we made the journey to Earth. What if I pass by my mate, and don’t realize it? We could be walking on this same pedestrian traveling strip I’m striding on now, and the other half of my soul might not echo loudly enough to mine to catch my notice.
My inattention could cost me my lifemate.
It’s a distressing thought.
Ahead of me, a woman glances over her shoulder, looking back in my direction. Dark brown tresses fall well below her shoulders, but the fit of her dark suit jacket is still visible, and it is sharply, suavely cut.