Hello my lovely followers,
I hope your day has been amazing so far. :3 I am excited to celebrate the release of Abundance by Emmalynn Spark, an amazing debut set on a new planet, where Alex and Luke try to assemble their new lives with being the only two guys who survived the journey to this “New Earth”, this lush, but desolate planet – or is it really uninhabitated?
Emmalynn was super nice to stop by and she talks about her debut and what it meant to write it. Read her guest post and be sure you read the excerpt. Also, don’t miss the cool giveaway.
Abundance by Emmalynn Spark
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
*~~*ARC kindly provided by the author to me in exchange for an honest review *~~*
What a strong (full length) novel debut by this new-to-me author Emmalynn Spark.
I enjoyed this book tremendously. Why? I was really captivated by the way the author fleshed out the character’s struggles and how we experience the new planet Alex and Luke are now living on through Alex’ POV. The first person narration was a perfect use in my opinion and we got an insight of a character who was on earth someone pretty “normal”; Alex isn’t a leader, he is chosen because of his abilities in biology and chemistry and his urge to discover new life forms. He is pretty ordinary compared to Luke, one of the leaders in the mission to start new life on this planet when life on earth is forlorne. Yet Luke would be lost without him.
When they arrive on the new planet they soon find out they are the last survivors… and their struggle begins.
I really like how realistic Emmalynn Spark described the surroundings, how vibrant the new planet is. Lush and green, full of life that has to be discovered – something what Alex always wished for – except not at cost of losing dear people he was very close with.
Alex grief and Luke’s desparation to find other survivors on the new planet is very emotional and in ways it’s hard to endure – to hear Alex’ thoughts while he is in grief for his friend, also to hear his thoughts while he watches Luke, his only companion, seeing desperate and stubborn keeping on the idea to find others, hoping against hope. See him utterly lost and losing hope.
Their relationship blossoms during the span of the book and both start to become a pair. I really liked how this was also a natural progress and that both guys are in need of human contact, of closeness and intimacy.
This book has an ending between a HEA and a HFN. I can easily see a sequel to this book. Some would say a true HEA isn’t possible, being the last two human beings on a new planet and that they realistically are going to die after a span of time without leaving any children behind. I am not sure if this would be a HEA after all and the way this particular book ends is very fitting and I can easily see how they are able to have a fulfilling life on this new planet – no matter how long or short it is.
A very thrilling, touching book with a not too unrealistic premise and an outcome I’d personally still call a HEA. 🙂 5 out of 5 stars.
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Title: Abundance
Author: Emmalynn Spark
Genre: M/M, SFF, new world, futuristic setting
Release Date: March 4, 2019
Publisher: NineStar Press
Length: 54.900 words
Cover artist: Natasha Snow
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Blurb
Alex is part of Earth’s last hope: a crew member on a ship sent out from a dying planet, wishing for a second chance. He wakes from his cryo pod to find destruction. Their mission has failed, he and his commander, Luke Belka, are the only ones to survive the journey.
Luke insists that help must be coming, that one of the other ships on the mission must also have reached this planet. Whether or not he’s right, they will need to survive on this lush alien planet. And maybe find happiness along the way.
Guest post
“Abundance” is a story that was very nearly not written.
I saw the Nine Star Press call for stories on the theme of “Lost” when I was already very busy. The words “lost in space” echoed around my head but I didn’t really have time to write a romance (I’m meant to be focusing on my masters degree in creative writing!) and I’d never written sci-fi before. So I let it echo and it sat there in the back of my mind, slipping into my thoughts every so often with the idea of two men, lost on an alien planet and completely alone.
It might have stayed back there if it wasn’t for a chair. At writing group, we were doing some world building exercises. We started with an object, and I thought about my nameless, faceless boys, lost in space, and I gave them a chair. An uncomfortable chair, folded out, meant to pack into the smallest space possible. A temporary, disposable item from a temporary disposable culture that had torn itself to pieces.
I put the chair in a circle, and then a bigger circle around it and in that circle I made their camp, here on this strange alien world. I sketched out the burnt earth where the spaceship came down. I erected their little house, a temporary shelter, one of many that would have been stored in the ship and were now useless. Then, in the next circle, I began to populate their world. I surrounded their clearing with lush vegetation, with verdant greens of trees and plants and the rushing, clear river without which they’d die. Then, in another circle, I stepped further back and looked to the horizon, but I wouldn’t want to spoil what the boys see there.
So, I had a planet and I had an idea. I sketched out a plot. Two men lost, looking for ways to survive on this planet. The clash between acceptance of the world here and now and the push to keep moving, to keep hoping that they weren’t alone and that there were other ships, other survivors.
But, still, it wasn’t working. I had all the parts but it wasn’t making a novel. Maybe you can see what I missed, it took me an embarrassingly long time to spot it.
The romance.
I’d planned everything else, but I’d never worked out how and why those boys fell in love. Once I realised that, the story really started to take shape. Alex, who desperately wants to be loved but has been surrounded by brilliance for his entire life and always found himself lacking, who has always known that being openly gay might undermine his chances of leaving the planet and surviving. And Luke, the brave commander, who is inspiring but also gentle, who looks at Alex and sees his curiosity, his quiet bravery, his strength of character, and falls in love with him. I discovered how they came together on that alien world and found each other and how, in the end, that love saved them.
After that, I was a solid month and a half of writing to get the first draft in shape – all those National Novel Writing Months finally paying off in the speed of my typing. Don’t worry, I still kept on top of all my university work too, just. And then it was out there in the world and, thankfully, Nine Star Press decided to take a chance on it.
If you’d like to take a chance on it, check it out at NineStar Press where you can read an excerpt or check out. My website where you can sign up for my newsletter and receive an exclusive prequel story about the first time Alex and Luke met.
Excerpt
I blinked awake groggily. Around me, there were urgent noises that I knew were important, but none of them quite caught my attention and, when I tried to twitch my arms and my legs, they weren’t moving right.
I drifted up two, three times. The last time, I was aware enough to know I was still in the pod. Still hooked up to the machine that breathed for me. Still drifting in fluid. There was an alarm. Someone should turn it off. Someone would be by shortly to let me out. I was probably low priority.
I drifted back to sleep.
I woke again.
Things were sharper this time. The alarm, for one. The mist in my brain that’d held it away was receding, and now its panicked shrieking was piercing right through. I wriggled a little, happy to find I could. My limbs were listening again, admittedly in a jerky way. I was cold, still. So cold.
Something was very, very wrong. I tried to parse it, but my brain was like cotton wool. Thoughts tripped over themselves, half started then drifted away as I tried to really bring them into focus, then danced about the corners of my mind. Something wasn’t right but it seemed distant. Surreal.
Then, slowly, one thing shifted into focus. Whatever the emergency, I shouldn’t have been left so long.
I shouldn’t have been waking up alone. The ship triggered all the pods to begin defrost when we made landfall on New Earth, but someone should have been up before me. Something should have been opening the pod for me, easing me into this new world. Command and medical were meant to be up first, then those with training to be first boots on the ground. The other science staff and I were way down the list of priorities.
Still, they’d planned for this kind of thing. I’d been trained for this. I jerked my hand out, unhappy at how erratically and clumsily it moved. Maybe it was just too soon. Maybe I should just stay in my pod.
But why the alarm? Why hadn’t anyone shut off the alarm?
Eventually, my numb and twisted fingers found the emergency release. It was a task to get them to curl around the handle, but I did, and I pulled.
There was a popping, a release, then a slightly raising of the lid above me. I reached up and shoved at it. It moved easily, sliding like it’d been closed yesterday. Of course it did, no air in space. No corrosion. But it also meant I couldn’t have been on the planet for long either, as our best guess was that New Earth had breathable air.
If it didn’t, we were all doomed anyway.
The fluid began to leak out of the cracks and I shoved at the lid again, opening it more. The movement sent jolts of pain through my limbs, the worst cramps I’d ever experienced. Of course, it did, since they hadn’t moved in a hundred years.
The liquid drained out, down. Far enough to expose my face. At least the air was warmer than the liquid. I lay still, trying to flex my hands, my feet to encourage movement back into disused muscle.
As soon as I felt I’d be able to do it without hurting myself, I reached up and grabbed the mask from my face and pulled it away. I’m not afraid to say, as much as I’m a gentleman, the first word out of my mouth was a swear word aimed at the weird stabbing pains throughout my body.
Once I’d moved the mask away and the tubes out of my nose, I sat up. This was another exercise in agony and it took far too long. It’ll be easy and painless, my ass. I knew we were being lied to all along.
When my airway was clean, I did the one thing I’d been longing to do since I woke. I screamed. Help, over and over again. Help. I’m not saying my poor, abused body screamed it loudly, but I screamed it nonetheless. Nobody came.
Somehow, I pulled myself out of the pod naked and dripping fluid. I grabbed the side of the pod and tried to force myself to my feet, but they fell out from under me, sending me crashing to the floor I tried again and didn’t even make it to my knees.
The pain was too much, and it was crowding in again making me dizzy and foggy.
The alarm was still sounding. I groaned, rolled onto my side. I could roll, at least. I curled my arms protectively around my head, pressed my hands over my eyes and gave myself the protection of darkness.
I was cold, trembling as I lay there on the floor. I was sure someone should have been by now. Someone else in the room should be awake, at least. Something was obviously very wrong. Maybe their pods had malfunctioned and right now they were all trying to get out. Maybe, by some twist of fate, I’d been the only one who’d been able to free myself.
I made myself think about that. I made myself think about people stuck in their pods, waiting for me to save them. I used the thought to push myself to my knees. The pain wasn’t as bad, but it was still there, bone-deep. The cryo should have perfectly preserved my muscle mass but I still felt wasted.
I crawled down to the bottom of the pod, using a hand on its side to guide me. When I got there, I stopped for a second and let myself breathe. It was hard to concentrate, with the alarm still yelling. I risked cracking an eyelid, but the light was almost instantly too much, my eyes too unused to any brightness. I flailed around the pod until my fingers closed on the soft cotton of my clothing, then I pulled it down onto me. A T-shirt, maybe? I draped it over my head and there, in the muted light, I managed to open my eyes.
I lay there for what felt like forever, aching and blinking against the light, but gradually my eyes adjusted. Eventually, I could lift the T-shirt out of my way and look around. Everything was still too much. My head was pounding, and my stomach was feeling more and more tender by the second.
From this angle, I could see that all the other pods were still sealed. Seven of them in this room.
I forced myself onto my knees, and my traitorous stomach did what I’d thought it might and left me heaving on the floor. Obviously, I hadn’t eaten anything, so I just spit up bile and ached, my muscles cramping with the effort of retching.
Honestly, at that point, I could have curled up on the floor and just stayed there. The last thing I wanted to do was to move. But the other pods were there right in my line of sight. Closed. Eileen, my best friend, was in her own pod in another room. She might have been trapped. Anything could have happened to her. It was glaringly obvious something was wrong, and I had to be the one to help.
I crawled across the floor to the first pod and pushed myself up to see the panel mounted on the front, the one monitoring vital signs. I hit the button to activate it.
It lit up, flashed for a second, then settled to show nothing. No heartbeat. No breathing. Nothing.
Author bio – Emmalynn Spark
Emmalynn Spark enjoys writing, fairytales, reading, cakes and ice hockey, not necessarily in that order. She is currently studying for an MA in creative writing.
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