I’m a NY Times & USA TODAY Bestselling Author of over 100 published romances and cozy mysteries. I’ve been at it awhile. I write books. I take pictures. I sometimes dance in my kitchen—I mean, I’m not cooking in there, and when the husband is its happy food time. My body runs on coffee, and I’m an admitted pasta addict. (I’m also a not-admitted chicken fried steak with cream gravy addict, and I don’t know why.)
I love it when books have a happy ending. I like imperfect characters who grow over the course of the story, and a good mystery you can’t solve right away. I also love hearing from readers: MichellePillow.com
Let’s Get To Know Michelle M. Pillow
Q: What’s the funniest thing a reader has ever said/emailed to you?
A: I had a reader tell me she tried to recreate a scene from one of my books, and the curtain rod fell down. I can laugh about it because she laughed about it.
Q: Pick a super-power and tell us what you’d do with it.
A: I have wanted this super power for a long time, like since I began writing 15 years ago, said it back then in an interview and never forgot it long time. I want the ability to point my finger and clean. The house would be done in seconds. Think of how useful that would be in everyday life. In this reality, my finger power also does laundry.
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: My favorite is that I get to make things up for a living, and talk to my imaginary friends and no one thinks I need help. You can get away with a lot of quirks when people find out you’re a published author.
My least favorite is the long hours. I love what I do, but now that I went Indie (I was Traditional) I have do it all–writing, marketing, formatting, coordinating cover art and editors, ads, and… It’s never ending. There is always something to be done in this business. I will say I’m lucky. I have a supportive husband who does help out on a daily basis. I also have a bestie, Mandy M. Roth, a talented author who makes sense of the work load when I can’t see the forest for the trees.
About His Earth Maiden: A Qurilixen World Novel (Space Lords Book 4) by Michelle M. Pillow
Former elite Federation soldier, now turned space pirate, Jackson Burke has done his best to turn his life around—for the better. He isn’t prepared when fate leaves a woman’s safety totally in his hands. Since heroes don’t leave a damsel in distress—and despite being outlaw pirates, the crew considers themselves the good guys—Jackson assumes responsibility for the beauty. It’s enough that his ship is held together by rust and sheer will, now he’s got to keep this good guy thing straight and not give into the urges the sassy female brings out in him. Raisa is everything a man could want and for some reason she seems to like him, rough edges and all, but he’s on the Federation’s wanted list and they aren’t known to back down.
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Excerpt from His Earth Maiden
A Space Lords Novel
By NYT & USAT Bestselling Author Michelle M. Pillow
“I sound delusional.”
“No more so than our pilot. He keeps calling the ship his girl and stroking it every time we’re docked.” Though, comparing her to Rick might not exactly be a compliment.
Raisa pressed her cheek to the metal wall. “What’s her name?”
“Bound Virgin,” Jackson stated.
Raisa pulled away and arched a brow as she eyed him.
“I didn’t name it,” he defended. “It came with the ship.”
“No one ever thought about changing it?” Raisa resumed her slow walk down the hall. “You know they have forms you can fill out for that.”
“We have better things to spend our money on than new registration papers.” Jackson didn’t bother to state the other reasons. It’s not like they told everyone they were pirates sailing the high skies, and a review from the ship registration office would have them poking around into ship logs, which were as fake as a pleasure droid’s boobs—to paraphrase Rick.
“We?” Raisa glanced around. “How many are on board?”
As if to answer her, the sound of laughter came from the dining cabin. Jackson led her toward the others.
“The married guys are ruining it for everyone,” Rick’s voice drifted out. “We can’t do anything fun. Viktor, back me up here. You know I just installed that extra-large viewing screen in my quarters. I haven’t had a chance to use it.”
“Rick, watching your transmission waves is not a vital life support system,” Viktor stated, sounding distracted. He and his brother Lucien were half human, half Dere, which accounted for the unusual red-green and red-brown of their eyes. Lucien kept communications running and Viktor worked as the ship’s mechanic. Since the two argued all the time, Jackson was glad only one brother was in the dining hall.
“The women will be lifelike in size,” Rick insisted.
“I’m not diverting the power from the corridor lights,” Viktor denied. “You’ll just have to imagine your female company like the rest of us.”
“It’s like I don’t even know you,” Rick said in mock horror.
“I can live with that,” Viktor answered, his teasing tone giving away the fact they were joking around. “I like breathing more than I like you.”
“What are you playing with anyway?” Rick asked.
Jackson turned into the dining cabin to find the two men were alone. Viktor had Raisa’s black bag on the table and had pulled out its contents, which was mainly some kind of portable mechanical device.
“Something I found in the hall,” Viktor answered. He slapped at Rick’s hand as the pilot tried to touch the metal device. “You wouldn’t understand it.”
“What are you doing?” Raisa gasped as she hurried toward the unit.
Viktor tried to shield it with is body, as if protecting what he’d found. “I’m just looking to see if there are any parts we can scavenge to fix the—”
“Ah!” Raisa inhaled sharply. “Parts?” She slapped at Viktor’s hands several times. “You will not touch my molecular gastro-spectrometer!”
“Is that what this is?” Viktor sounded more awed than scared. “I’ve heard about these but have never actually seen one.”
“Hey, Jackson, who’s the dirty star beam?” Rick asked quietly as he sidled up next to him.
“No,” Jackson stated in warning.
“But—” the pilot tried again.
“No,” Jackson repeated.
“Does it work?” Viktor asked Raisa.
“Yes—no. I was on Torgan trying to get a part to fix it,” she said. “Normally, yes, it works great.”
“Figures.” Rick gave a small laugh. “Everything on this ship is broken.”
“That’s a shame.” Viktor frowned. “Hey, maybe we can rig it with something and get it going again? I’d love to see it in action.”
“I tried. I can get it to run through the first process, but when it starts with the second it becomes unstable, and then the detector can’t read the final outputs. I narrowed it down to the…” Raisa and Viktor began talking in some kind of hybrid scientist-mechanic’s language. The words were understandable on their own, but strung together they made very little sense.
“I wouldn’t mind getting a little dirty myself,” Rick whispered, nudging Jackson with his elbow. “If you know what I’m sayin’.”
“No,” Jackson stated flatly. He found it best not to encourage Rick down his mischievous paths.
“Fourier transform ion cyclotron resonance…” Raisa explained to Viktor, her voice enthusiastic, as if she talked about the most fascinating thing in all the galaxies.
“Ah, that’s too bad,” Rick said. Jackson arched a brow in question.
“…single mass analyzer…”
“Can’t be easy to see Viktor sweep in and steal your girl,” continued Rick. “If I were you, I’d be embarrassed.”
Jackson tensed. The two did seem to be getting along very well.
“Maybe we should give them some privacy.” Rick tapped Jackson’s arm. “It’s kind of like watching a first date, isn’t it? They’re really cute together, don’t you think?”
Jackson inhaled sharply.
“…used for protein identification—”
“I thought you wanted to wash up,” Jackson interrupted.
Rick snickered behind his hand, and Jackson realized the man had been goading him into a reaction. Blasted stars, it had worked too. Rick’s words had wormed their way into his head.
“Oh, I, ah…” Raisa looked down at her clothes and then at Viktor. “He’s right, I’m a mess.”
“No more so than the rest of us.” Viktor frowned at Jackson when Raisa moved to go to the food simulator. He mouthed, “What are you doing?”
Jackson didn’t have an answer.
My favorite quote from His Earth Maiden: A Qurilixen World Novel (Space Lords Book 4) is:
“I can assure you. Your molecular gastro-spectrometer is not what I’m trying to get my hands on.” – Jackson, His Earth Maiden, futuristic come-on lines.