The Audacity: Humor Scifi Novel Ebook Digital Copy | Space opera | LGBTQ | Feminist

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You will receive one epub and one mobi (Kindle specific) file immediately. ***A wild ride stuffed to the cut-lines with humor, heart, and space shenanigans.***May’s humdrum life gets flung into hyperdrive when she’s abducted, but not all aliens are out to probe her. She’s inadvertently rescued by Xan who’s been orbiting Earth in a day-glo orange rocket ship, watching re-runs of “I Love Lucy”.Seizing the opportunity for a better life, May learns how to race the Audacity and pilots her way into interstellar infamy. Finally, she has a job she likes and a friend to share her winnings with–until the Goddess of Chaos screws the whole thing up, and Xan’s unmentionable past makes a booty call.If Douglas Adams got punted into a sticky orange pool of feminism and made sweet love to Futurama, you’d have something approximating The Audacity.Fans of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will appreciate the style, fans of Futurama will love the blend of laugh out loud humor and feels, fans of Steven Universe will enjoy that Space is Very Gay.If you’re tired of the same old cynical, militaristic sci-fi and crave characters who genuinely care about each other and an image of life in the Universe that isn’t all gloom and doom, you’re going to have a good time in the Audacity.***What people are saying:”Cleverly written and thought out as well as highly imaginative. I highly recommend stepping aboard The Audacity, and make sure you’re ready for a wild ride when you do!””I haven’t literally laughed out loud at a book since Good Omens, and Laura Loup had me laughing for a solid amount of time.””Fantastic characters, intriguing conundrums, space racing, time travel, smile-inducing friendships and so much orange.”About the AuthorLaura Loup is a very serious humorologist with an extremely impressive BFA in animation that she promises to never actually use and an intense desire to eat orange. Not the fruit, the color. Though the fruit will do in a pinch. She owns a metaphysical shop in Savannah, GA with her husband and is the mildly peckish artist behind Tarot in Space.***Chapter 1The “I Love Lucy” theme song drifted brassily through the alien rocket ship which had been orbiting Earth since the nineteen-fifties. No one noticed. No one except the lanky blue alien who watched, for the zillionth time, with a smile which broke open his face like a piñata, the grainy black and white heart scrawl across the screen of a boxy, rabbit eared television. Lucy was his singular joy in life, and he had been watching it nearly constantly since it first aired. Not all aliens loved “I Love Lucy” as Xan did. In fact, none of them did. None of them had seen it and, as such, had no opinion. The picture wobbled, and Lucy was caught in a freak snowstorm accompanied by a sound one could only describe as “fuzzy.” A literal shadow fell across the TV, a figurative shadow fell across Xan’s face. The viewscreen behind him was no longer illuminated by the cheery yellow sun he’d come to appreciate. He vaulted over the back of the couch and leapt up the orange shag stairs to the control loft three at a time. Outside, so close he could see the neon orange of the Audacity’s hull reflected in it, an enormous ship dubbed the Peacemaker blocked his signal. The loss of Lucy was the least of his worries. “By the thumbs of O’Zeno, she zuxing found me.” She was not, in fact, looking for him, but he didn’t know this. He pressed the Button Which Typically Made The Ship Go several thousand more times than necessary. The ship did not go. The Peacemaker was having issues of its own. The flash of an explosion whited out the viewscreen and when it cleared there was a huge gash in the side of the spaceship. An AMC Gremlin shot out of the Peacemaker and disappeared into a nearby wormhole. Debris from the explosion pinged against the hull of the Audacity, and Xan tried not to think about all the new nicks the orange hull would have. Something had fallen out of the Gremlin and snagged on a jagged tooth of metal that had once been part of the Peacemaker’s hull. Someone, actually. And this was where Xan’s day took a turn, because now he felt obligated to help. He flailed at the control panel, pressing every button he could find, hoping at least one of them was a tractor beam. As luck would have it, one of them was.