Mythology, Romance, and Science Fiction!
Drinking and flying is a bad combination. Stephan Forks learns this the hard way when he rams another ship in spite of the vastness of space. A moment later, a strange woman stands on his bridge, looking around with a frown. She's clearly a figment of his imagination. Nothing in his colorful past of smuggling and smaller crimes prepared him for people appearing out of nowhere.
Maria Callaway has carried more names and appearances than she can keep track of, and she's bored beyond belief. When she runs into Stephan, he seems to be an amusing pastime. He's interesting, disorganized, pursued by pirates, and handsome. A little too handsome, actually. Maybe she should leave?
Neither of them can foresee the chain of events set in action from their meeting. Adventure and danger go hand in hand during the upcoming days, and the collision resonates not only through their own lives, but changes the destiny of the world as they know it.
What reviewers say
"Touch Of The Goddess is quite the engaging read. In her latest offering, author Maria Hammarblad shares the endearing tale of two star-crossed (literally) lovers bound together by time and circumstance, whose journey to love encounters more than its fair share of bumps in the road. Skillfully blending romance and science fiction, Hammarblad has crafted a thoroughly entertaining tale featuring just the right combination of humor, drama, suspense, and otherworldly mysticism, sure to be a delightful read for fans of supernatural romance."
"That makes Maria—the author, this time—equally impressive. The Greeks knew what they were doing writing relatable deities, and with Callaway Hammarblad brings us the sweetest, silliest, most human and so most endearing goddess in print."
"You anxiously find yourself on one exciting escapade after another, with the omnipotent Maria Callaway, and her dutiful, yet superior mortal Stephan Forks. You half expect to be exhausted by the continuous adrenaline rush, but instead find yourself eager for more. Hammarblad uniquely combines the unexpected with a space voyage unlike any other."
Mrs Michael, reader
The man leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on a
console, trying to pour one more drink from an empty bottle.
Nothing came out and he squinted into it, seeking proof it really
He wasn't particularly worried over the shards of glass that
spread over the floor when he tossed the bottle over his shoulder
and it hit the wall. He was worried about being out of whiskey.
Drought would be a real problem.
He rose to his feet on unsteady legs and made his way to a
cabinet hanging on the wall.
Damn this floor is unsteady. They don't make them like they used to.
At least he found more booze, and he cradled the bottle.
Talking to bottles might not be a good habit, but there wasn't anyone around to hear him, so who cared.
He started drinking when he left station TL52 earlier in the day. He had been paid well and carried nice new cargo that woudl pay even better. These were good reasons to celebrate. Especially since bad memories tended to seep into his mind, ruining any good mood. Using alcohol to chase his ghosts away seemed reasonable. The first drink was lonely in his stomach and wanted company by a second one, and so it went.
As soon as he sat down, the proximity alarm blared.
What the hell, space is huge. How can there be someone out there?
He braced himself for the collision, but remembered to protect the fresh bottle, jsut in case he'd survive.
A moment later, a woman stood in the middle of the room. She crossed her arms and lifted an eyebwor.
"What did you do that for? Space is so big and you just had to run into me?
She glanced around the room and wrinkled her nose.
"Oh my God, I've been rammed by a trash barge. I bet you have rats too."