Guest Post: Jayne Lockwood with Euphoria and Giveaway!

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Hi everyone, and very many thanks for letting me take over your blog for this post. My new novel, Euphoria, has just been released by DSP Publications. The story is about what happens when one alien being decides to travel back in time to save Earth from human destruction.

I’ve decided to list fifteen random facts about one of my main characters, Vardam, which might help you decide if you want to get to know them better. Some of the information is exclusive content and not found within Euphoria‘s pages.

1. Vardam is nonbinary, using the pronouns they/them/their. The Var are one people, all with the ability to reproduce from six months of age. There is no hierarchy and no concept of age. Their lifespan is the same as ours, approximately 90 years.

2. They are amphibious, with gills situated in their ears. These ears are multifunctional, looking and behaving in the same way a cat’s ears do. Their hearing is sharper than humans, but not able to penetrate solid walls.

3. With an inability to internally process cooked food, on Earth they have a diet of raw fish and green vegetation. There was also marine life and kelp-like flora on Var which formed the main part of their diet before the asteroid destroyed their planet.

4. Vardam learned to communicate with Bella through BSL (British Sign Language) which is similar to Var language. However, speaking English is much harder for them. They do discover an affinity for writing and drawing to express their newly discovered emotions.

5. They are intrigued by cats after learning about them from Bella, but they’ve never seen one. They share several similarities, including the cleft top lip, pert, triangular ears, and an enjoyment of head scratches. They are distraught on learning that in Bella’s time, all the different species of cats have become extinct.

6. Vardam sees animals as equal to humans and understands there are fundamental differences in language and abilities. They cannot, however, “speak cat,” or communicate with any other animal. They do eventually discover the ability to purr in order to express pleasure.

7. They can see auras, for example, Kurt’s shows red when he loses his temper, and Tom’s is purple when he’s embarrassed. In this way, they can read humans far more than anyone realises.

8. As part of their defensive mechanism, the Var have an ability to cocoon themselves in an impenetrable shell. This cocoon withstands the heat of entering Earth’s atmosphere, and the impact of hitting the earth’s surface.

9. They also secrete a substance called Vardanium, which has various uses, including healing. It has euphoric side-effects yet is non-addictive. This substance is the basis for new Var life if taken in large enough quantities by a human receiver, as the scientists discover.

10. The Var method of reproducing involves mouth to mouth contact with another Var, to avoid depleting one’s own supplies of the life-giving fluid and is only done when the population drops to a dangerous level.

11. They are a passive race yet they can defend themselves if necessary, using their tentacles and extreme strength. Although violence is something they would rather not resort to, they have no hesitation in protecting those they have come to care about.

12. The Var do not have family units. They are all one, but Vardam is learning to prefer the human idea of family dynamics, even though they do not understand them. They see Tom as part-Var after they heal his injured hand and through him, they gradually learn about kindness and love.

13. There are an unnamed number of Var pods floating through the universe. The pods have no steering mechanism, and the Var inside them remain dormant until conditions outside the pod are suitable for growth. They are all fitted with a homing device, which will direct them to Earth as and when Vardam sends out the signal. Most wither and die inside their pods, never waking up.

14. Vardam wants to live on Earth and send a message out to their kin to say sanctuary has been found. They have a great admiration for human talent and creativity but have much to learn about the darker side of our nature, especially when Kurt points out that not everyone will like the idea of untold numbers of Var invading the planet.

15. Before the planet Var was destroyed by an asteroid (Bright Star) it was a verdant environment with algae-rich seas, volcanic ash beaches and lush forest. The Var people were technologically advanced, but not enough to predict the coming of the asteroid that ultimately annihilated their home. Consequently, all their inventions were destroyed, apart from the prototype time travel device which Vardam took with them.

So that’s Vardam in a nutshell, or more accurately, a cocoon. I could have added they have no concept of safe sex, which has near-disastrous consequences for one of their new human friends. They are also stubborn, single-minded and have no doubt in their abilities. They will test Kurt Lomax’s patience to the limit before he reluctantly succumbs to their persuasive charms. Then his problems really begin …

Jayne Lockwood has a new queer sci fi book out:

It might take the arrival of an alien being to remind an isolated man what it means to be human.

With a stressful job, his boss breathing down his neck for profitable results, and an estranged wife and daughter, scientist Kurt Lomax doesn’t think life can get much harder. Until a nonbinary extraterrestrial with an otherworldly beauty, captivating elegance, and a wicked sense of humor inconveniently shows up at his apartment.

Vardam watched the destruction of their own world, and they don’t want to see the same thing happen on Earth. They are lonely, and feelings soon develop between them and the supposedly straight scientist—feelings Kurt reciprocates, much to his confusion.

The arrival of cheery interpreter Tom Soames—whose Goth appearance belies a gentle heart—is like a ray of sunshine in the somber lab. He acts as matchmaker for man and tentacled extraterrestrial, unwittingly instigating a national crisis when the news breaks out.

But will a misunderstanding ruin Kurt and Vardam’s chances for happiness together—along with the hope for peace between humanity and the Var?

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Three hours later, they were still none the wiser.

“Any joy with communications?”

Nic shook her head. “None. They don’t seem to respond to any spoken language. I’ve tried binary code, sonar, whale music, radio waves. Not a flicker. I’m not sure how well they can see or hear. They won’t let me near enough to do any examinations. They just keep staring at me like I’m the one who isn’t getting it. It’s really frustrating.”

When Kurt looked again, Vardam was there. With a graceful tilt of the head, they watched him as he approached the glass.

“What about the forensics on that note?”

“Just got them,” Troy said, looking up from his computer. “The note was written with an old-style Bic ballpoint pen by a human female….”

“Human? Are you sure?”

“I can’t argue with the evidence. There was a trace of fingerprint on the paper but nothing I can analyze. The paper looks like any A4 copy from a twentiethcentury printer or photocopier. The only thing is, I think it might have been written by someone in distress. The handwriting is very jerky, like they weren’t sure what to write and then just dashed it down. But….” Troy shrugged his wide shoulders. “That last bit’s a hunch. Could be totally wrong. Still waiting on the DNA.”

“Thanks, Troy. Let me know as soon as you get it.”

He turned back to where Vardam was standing, staring at him with those unnerving gemstone eyes.

“Who are you?”

Vardam raised their hand, running the back of it down the glass close to Kurt’s face. He jerked away. It was too close for comfort, even with three inches of glass between them. Vardam backed away as well, as if alarmed by his sudden movement. For reasons he didn’t understand, he was irritated beyond measure by their wounded expression.

“Talk to me, damn it! What do you want with me?” He smacked his hand against the glass. The sharp slap shocked Vardam into stepping back. They bared gold teeth at him and made a gesture that looked almost obscene. Then they dropped into a crouch. Immediately, a smooth iridescent shell closed over their hunched body, covering it completely.

Kurt and Nic exchanged glances, then looked back at the pod. It was completely smooth, devoid of any seams or openings. Every few seconds it quivered. Kurt could almost feel the waves of disapproval emanating from the gleamingsurface.

“Well, that’s new,” Nic said. “Get some rest. I’ll babysit until ten. Troy will take the graveyard shift.”

Kurt tore his angry gaze away from the strange pod. The way it hunched reproachfully in the corner didn’t improve his mood one bit. He knew he was more than tired. He felt emotionally and physically drained and couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten a proper meal. Not that he was hungry. He just wanted sleep.

In his apartment, he lay naked in his wide bed. He was thinking about his continued feud with James Dyer. The issue dangled over his career like a sword of Damocles but all he could see was the beautiful creature. Those eyes, staring into his ragged soul. What did they want?

The telephone by his bed rang, waking him from an unnerving dream. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 6:15. The last eight hours had passed frighteningly quickly.

“Hello?” His voice sounded faded.

“Sorry to wake you, Professor, but I’ve got the DNA results back. You need to see them.”

“I’ll be right down.”

He stumbled out of bed and into the shower. Twenty minutes later he was down in the lab, a fresh white coat over his shirt and tie.

In the isolation room, Vardam had emerged from their shell. The melon had been eaten, apart from the rinds, neatly scalloped with teeth marks.

“What’s happening?”

“It was just as I thought it would be. There’s human DNA on that note. Female. I took the liberty of cross-checking it against the National DNA Database and found a match. Whoever wrote this note is related to you. Not just distantly, but directly of your bloodline.”

Kurt looked closer at the screen. It was policy to hold the medical details of everyone at the Bunker, including himself. Even so, he wondered why he wasn’t more surprised.

It was impossible but saying so would have been redundant. The evidence was right there in front of him. He walked over to the glass and beckoned to Vardam. They gave him a withering look and turned away, presenting a bony back to the window.

“I think we’re going to have to use the softly-softly approach,” Troy said. “They’re not going to tell us anything until they’re ready. And I’ve got another hunch. I think they’re using BSL.”

“British Sign Language?” Kurt was skeptical.

“I know it sounds weird, but there’s a guy who works at Tesco in Wycombe. He uses it with some of the customers. It looks the same. It’s worth a try, isn’t it?” Troy prodded buttons on his iPad. The official website came up with a finger-spelling option. “Not all words have signs, obviously, so each letter has a sign, right?”

“I know the principles of sign language,” Kurt said irritably. The alien was an inconvenience, however beautiful they were.

“You write in your name, and the finger shapes come up.” Troy typed rapidly. Kurt’s surname appeared on the screen in sign.

Troy gently tapped on the glass. “Hello?”

Vardam turned around, saw it was Troy, and ambled over. Troy showed them the diagrams on the iPad screen. The alien nodded, repeated the signs, and pointed at Kurt. Then it signed, “I am….”

“I can’t tell what they’re saying,” Troy said. “They’re too fast. Hang on.” He typed again. “I’ve found a YouTube video for learning phrases. Ah! This one is easy.” He put the iPad down and signed, making a sad face, swirling his fist on his stomach, then raising both hands over his head, shaking it at the same time.

“What are you doing?”

“Telling him I don’t understand. It’s ‘way over my head.’ Get it?”

Vardam seemed to. They signed “okay,” then turned to Kurt and made another gesture, flattening one hand and punching up into it with the other.

“My instincts are telling me that isn’t good,” Troy said. “Looks like we need to find ourselves a sign language expert.”

“We can’t bring anyone else in at the moment. Certainly not in a professional capacity. The government will be all over us before we know it.” As Kurt said it, the seed of an idea was forming in his mind. “Where did you say that BSL user worked again?”

Author Bio

Jayne Lockwood
Jayne Lockwood has always wanted to learn to fly. Spending free time honing her Peter Pan skills on an aerial hoop, she also creates flights of fancy in her books, mingling sex and romance with angst and a healthy dash of dark humor.

Since she was a small child, Jayne has always sympathized with the villain. It all began with Alice Cooper, even though she was banned from listening to his music by her mother. From wanting to sail away with Captain Hook or redeeming the Child Catcher, the antihero has been an enduring fascination ever since.

After a two-year sojourn in New Jersey and two decades of child-rearing, Jayne is an outwardly respectable member of an English village community. She also is one of the founder members of WROTE podcast, which is dedicated to showcasing LGBTQA authors and their work, and now writes book reviews as well as diverse fiction.

She is also in a sub/dom relationship with a cat called Keith.


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