Natalie Debrabandere
Best-selling Author of Lesbian Fiction
BASICALLY, I DIED
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My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, Special Forces.
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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.
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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…
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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!
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My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, hanging on for dear life.
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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.
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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
HERE WE GO AGAIN!
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My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, rolling with the punches.
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We saved the planet. Earth did not fall, and I am still alive. I suppose anyone else might have their eye on retirement by now, sipping margaritas on a Martian beach, or being promoted to Admiral in the Alliance forces. Obviously, I’m built different. I look forward to kicking ass across the galaxy, and invigorating kinky sex with my favorite Antalosian.
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Once again, though, Project Eternity rears its ugly head. Stella demonstrates that she is every bit as obnoxious and emotionally unstable as she so adamantly denies. And a new deadly threat looms on the horizon. This time, I’m the target. What will I do with so many curve balls thrown at me? Easy!
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HIT 'EM RIGHT OUTTA THE PARK!
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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
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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
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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
