BASICALLY, I DIED
My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, Special Forces.
Born on Earth in the year 2057, I don’t belong in the 23rd Century. Nevertheless, that’s where I end up following the worst betrayal of all by my own people. During my time asleep, humanity has become a spacefaring civilization. We are no longer alone in the universe, and the galaxy is at peace… More or less. Now, I have a choice to make.
Call it a day after a traumatic rebirth, and spend the rest of my life on a Martian beach, sipping margaritas? Or grab myself a weapon, and go kick ass with the civilian outfit that brought me back? Good question, easy answer: with a name like mine…
SHELTERING FROM THE SQUALLS OF LIFE
IS NO OPTION
GUESS WHAT? I’M NOT DEAD YET
My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, still kicking ass at 161 years old.
So far, I’ve had a good time in the 23rd Century. I discovered space travel and fought evil creatures in a distant star system. Made friends with a one-eyed Cyclopean who sounds like a British lord, discussed romance novels with a blushing AI therapist… And the cherry on the cake: had kinky sex with a gorgeous alien warrior.
When a quiet return to Earth turns into an almost deadly mission, my universe is tipped upside down all over again. A young girl with a hero crush, jail time, connecting to my inner cyborg… A mere prelude to the most insane challenge I’ve ever faced. My take on it?
BRING IT ON!
YOU BET I'M STILL HERE!
My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, hanging on for dear life.
I’m starting to think that the 23rd Century has it in for me. I guess being part of a team led by the most ferocious warrior in the galaxy kinda guarantees an exciting future… As in, deadly, and I’m not just talking experimental sex with Stella.
On the verge of galactic war, with my own planet Earth at risk, at least I’m in the right place: front center and in the thick of it. I died once and it did not kill me... So now, backed by a crew of the toughest soldiers, I’m ready for the fight of my life. Whatever it takes, no matter the cost: let’s go!
I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
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HOW N.D. SHAR WAS BORN
In September 2021, I felt the urge to start writing in the first person, in the present tense, and the sort of Sci-Fi I always wanted to read. It was different enough from my other works to deserve its own author name, although existing readers should be delighted with this new offering
Galactic Commander, Storm Redfield, is brave, tough, and HOT. A hazard to your life if you’re a bad guy… A spirited lover not averse to roughing it a bit if you happen to be an attractive alien
Follow her exploits through the galaxy as she saves lives, breaks hearts, deals with personal tragedy, pisses-off the Galactic Alliance, and just about manages to stay alive
