Sometimes I drive it forward by having an encounter and sometimes I need to injure someone to achieve it.
In Hesparia's Tears, my heroine Jessa really doesn't get it together with Galan (the hero) for some time. In the middle of all this, I used the familiar trope of another planet needing women.
But as with anything else, there are picketers out there, stopping the humans and hesparians from getting together. It's an old and tried method but worked so well for these two. In the end Galan and Jessa doe end up together, but it's a fairly circuitous route to their HEA. They have to travel to Sydney from Parkes in New South Wales, head to New York and ultimately back to Australia an onto Hesperia.
Things go wrong, things go right and love prevails.
Two unlikely lovers from Hesparia and Earth. Can they overcome misunderstandings, their pasts and the desperate plight of his planet?
What will happen when the past catches up?
Galan is from Hesparia, a prince on a planet where the females are dying out his people need an alliance with the humans.
Jessa has a past, one she hasn't earned but cannot escape.
What will happen when opportunity knocks?
Galan travels to earth, hoping to plead the case for Hesparia. He doesn't expect Jessa or The Quickening.
Can he make the case for women to migrate to Hesparia? Can he get the humans to trust him enough to form an alliance? And is there hope for this couple to overcome the obstacles in their way?
“What? What has happened?”
“They have agreed on certain conditions.” He waited quietly. Not answering the first, and to Galan’s mind, most important question of all.
“What conditions?” His body locked tight with anger. They had no right... He stopped his thoughts right there. Of course they did. They were the government of this continent. But he didn’t and wouldn’t like it. Not one bit.
“They have a number of inoperable tumour sufferers and some other diseases. One called something odd... I can’t remember the term.”
Galan urged him on in silence. Uncaring of the suffering of others for now, as his body and mind demanded answers. He just needed to know the status of Jessa and willed Joras to share the knowledge. But Joras continued to look at him, a strange and fearful expression on his face. “What?”
“She has been bodily damaged.”
The air was sucked out of his lungs. He reached blindly for the door jam. “Bodily damaged? How and where?” He heard his own voice, the rasp of his demand though the haze of devastated emotions.
“They won’t release details. Just that she is under a healer’s care and the injury will take a long time to mend. Longer than we have here.”
“Take them all. Whatever we must do. But get her back to us.” He stopped and gulped convulsively. “She is important to me.”
Joras nodded in silence and retreated.