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Happy New Year!

To celebrate the end of the shit show that was 2019 I’m doing a different kind of book give away. This time around the winner can choose all of the books up for grabs or just a few or just one. Then the first runner up can do the same, etc., etc., until they’re all given away or no one appears to want any of them. To enter you just have to reblog this post. You don’t have to be following me and you can reblog this as many times as you like. I’m willing to ship anywhere in the world.  Winning numbers will be chosen by a random number generator. The contest ends on January 15 at midnight Pacific and I’ll contact the winner on the 16th.  If there are any questions please just drop me a note.

In case the picture doesn’t load the books are:

Stargate SG-1 - Roswell (2007) by Sonny Whitelaw and Jennifer Fallon

Stargate novelization (1994) by Dean Devlin and Roland Emmerich

Stargate Universe - Air (2009) by James Swallow

Arrow - Vengeance (2016) by Oscar Balderrama and Lauren Certo

The Abductors: Conspiracy (1998) by Jonathan Frakes*

Babylon 5 - A Call to Arms (1999) by Robert Sheckley

Babylon 5 - Book #9: To Dream in the City of Sorrow (1997) by Kathryn M. Orennan

The A-Z Guide to Babylon 5 (1997) by David Bassom

Babylon 5 - In the Beginning (1998) by Peter David

Babylon 5 - Thirdspace (1998) by Peter David

Babylon 5 - Legions of Fire Book III: Out of the Darkness (2000) by Peter David

* Former library book

[Love it! I feel like I’m back writing the Lilo & Stitch AU…. *G*]

“My kingdoms for a hologram,” Anakin muttered.

Under normal circumstances Ahsoka would have given him poodoo for the implication that he was an emperor instead of his usual habit of acting like a single-planet dictator, but these were not normal circumstances at all. Particularly with Cody hovering over them both like a stern mother hen to make sure that they were not, in fact, about to commit the scene before them to anything other than memory.

The lothcat, which Ahsoka had reliably been informed had been named the Mando’a equivalent of ‘Steve,’ yawned in its sleep, snuffled its nose, and then did that horrible stretching things lothcats did just so they could expose their soft bellies and put their noses under their paws.

“Gods,” Ahsoka sighed.

“You’re needed on the bridge, sir,” Cody intoned. “Your watch, sir.”

“Yep,” Anakin said, showing no signs of moving, and when Ahsoka looked at him he had that expression on his face that she loved seeing, that he would never admit to putting on no matter how frequently she knew they all saw it. It was the sort of look which said he didn’t want to go, just yet, and that it was important to him to stay here, to stay slouched in the barracks and watching over his battle-weary Master a little longer.

“I don’t think they’re going anywhere,” Ahsoka whispered, tilting her head at the obvious heaviness of the lothcat, and the way Master Kenobi’s pale hands were twisted in tufts of the hair on its back where he lay in the shadowed bunk. “I’ll take the watch with you.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Cody said, still overprotective, and Ahsoka gave him a pat on his armored shoulder as she stood up from her crouch.