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Alien In The Family

Alien In The Family, April 2011
Katherine "Kitty" Katt #3
by Gini Koch

Featuring: Jeff; Kitty
448 pages
ISBN: 0756406684
EAN: 9780756406684
Kindle: B004IYIUIS
Paperback / e-Book
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"A read to keep you rolling with laughter and comparing your friends to the characters for days!"

Fresh Fiction Review

Alien In The Family
Gini Koch

Reviewed by Emily Rowe
Posted May 19, 2011

Romance | Romance Science Fiction

If love is a battlefield, getting married for Kitty and Jeff is war...literally and intergalactically in ALIEN IN THE FAMILY. Luckily they happen to have help in the form of not only their own command squads, but a shield around the solar system which happens to inhabit one of their friends (and thinks Kitty is da bomb) as well as new interstellar friends that may not be friends at all. Well, all weddings have their little hurdles, don't they?

ALIEN IN THE FAMILY is the third book in the series by Gini Koch. Fans of the series will be happy to see the return of familiar faces and the humor from the first book of the series. While this is a fabulous read, and will have a reader unable to stop reading until the end, this is not for newbies. The back story, character references for good guys and villains and inside jokes may knock new readers out of the story, but those who have read the past two books will love the inside jokes and reminders. Especially during some of the sweet moments.

Readers of ALIEN IN THE FAMILY will absolutely adore the littlest addition to the A-C/human families and the plethora of wise cracks that abound with their arrival. Readers will love the newest little poofy scene stealers. Gini Koch out did herself with this installment of her Alien series. It will keep you rolling with laughter and comparing the characters to people you know for days. The one issue I had was one of the running jokes. Kitty is fully entrenched living with a full blooded A-C, full on double hearts, spearing him in the heart when necessary thing. Yet, she is still surprised by the super speed? The first few times are funny, now it's like the banana peel gag.

Over all a must read, especially for fans of the series, and if you're thinking of picking it so along with the rest.

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Super-Being Exterminator Kitty Katt and the Alpha Centaurian she loves, Jeff Martini, should be finalizing their wedding plans. But that was before she discovers Jeff is in line to become Emperor back on his home world. Kitty knows she is everything a royal family wouldn't approve of, and is bracing herself for the worst. As it turns out, the royal family is just the beginning. Especially when extraterrestrial Amazonian terrorists are determined to start and end Kitty and Jeff's nuptial festivities with a bang.


Chapter 1

"Why are we waiting out here in the middle of the night?" Martini asked for what, by my count, was the tenth time in less than an hour.

"Because Chuckie said there was something here we needed to see, Jeff. You know, like Iíve said for the past, oh, hours?"

"Why do you insist on calling him Chuckie?" Martini was really in a mood. Possibly because weíd been interrupted in the middle of a very romantic dinner by Chuckieís phone call. To me, not to Martini.

"Because thatís what Iíve called him since ninth grade, and calling him Mister Reynolds seems sort of stupid, calling him Charles sounds like I think heís my uncle, and if Iím going to call him Chuck, then Iím going to add on the Ďeí." Of course, I knew the real reason Martini wasnít happy. But I wasnít going to bring it up. Weíd had the jealousy chat months ago, and he was supposed to be working on dealing with the fact that other men occasionally found me attractive by not being a jerk about it. Tonight he wasnít doing so well.

"Jeff, you know, you could go on back to the Science Center and let me and Kitty handle it." Reader winked at me where Martini couldnít see.

"Right, thanks for the offer, James. But just how would the two of you get out of here if there were any problems?"

Martini had a point. We were perched on the top of Animas Peak in New Mexico, staring at pretty much nothing. Reader and I, being human, would have a hard time getting anywhere fast if Martini or another Alpha Centaurion wasnít with us. On the other hand, we could drive and fly because our reflexes werenít so good that they destroyed Earth machinery. So we had that going for us.

On the other hand, weíd gotten to this point via a gate, which was alien technology that let you move hundreds or thousands of miles in seconds and had the added advantage of making you completely nauseous. On the other hand, because we werenít aliens, neither Reader nor I could actually see the gate that had deposited us here, on top of a really high mountain, in the middle of the night. I thought about the drop and sidled a little closer to Martini.

My walkie chirped. "Kitty, you there?"

"Hi Christopher. How goes it at your location?"

"Dull, dark and boring. You sure the C.I.A.ís not trying to kill us or freeze us to death?"

"Somewhat positive. Weíre supposed to see something. Soon."

"Iím seeing my bed. Itís nowhere near me, but I can see it."

"Hilarious. Howís Tim doing?"

"Heís as bored as I am. Soís Paul, should you care to know. ACE, however, seems fascinated."

"Glad one of you, or at least part of one of you, isnít sitting around complaining like an old lady." ACE was a super-consciousness Iíd managed to channel into Paul Gower a few months back as opposed to letting it accidentally destroy the entire world. ACE usually did its best to hang in the background, but whenever Paul was bored ACE tended to show up a little more.

"At least heís stopped asking about our sex life," Reader muttered.

"ACE is just interested in things."

"Girlfriend, I donít even want to get into how totally unromantic you get when you have to clinically explain kissing, let alone any other sexual act, to an entity that didnít have a body for most of its existence."

I thought about it. "Um, ick."

"In a word, yeah." Reader had been the top international male supermodel for several years running. Then heíd joined up with the boys from Alpha Centauri, or A-Cs as they called themselves. Heíd been an agent longer than me, but had somehow become my best friend in my new life. We had a lot in common, including being in love with an alien. Reader and Gower had been a couple longer than Iíd known them, which was going on a year. In that time, theyíd fought all of once. Iíd been with Martini almost a year and in that time weíd foughtÖa lot more than once.

I could tell Martini picked up my emotions, because he reached out and pulled me to him. As the most powerful empath on Earth, him doing this wasnít a surprise. He didnít go insane from all the myriad emotions batting around everywhere and from everyone because of the blocks and other empathic-protection goodies the A-Cs knew how to install in their brains and use. Martini didnít have blocks up against my emotions. Sometimes I wondered if that was a wise choice on his part.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "Iím just tired and tired of waiting. And, youíre freezing."

"A little." Okay, a lot. I just didnít want to complain. I was in the standard issue clothing for working female A- Cs -- white Oxford button-down, black slim-skirt, and a long, black trench, all Armani. I was also in Aerosole pumps because the A-Cs believed in looking good while feeling comfortable. But we were on top of a high mountain and while the guys were in their standard black Armani suits with their white Armani shirts and their long black trench coats, they seemed to shove off the cold better, even the human guys.

Martini opened his trench, pulled me against him, and wrapped his coat around me. "Better?"

I snuggled up and leaned my head against his chest. "Mmmm, yeah." He was warm and I always found his body heat and double heartbeats soothing.

"Baby? Wake up."

"I was awake."

"You donít snore when youíre awake."

"I wasnít snoring!"

Reader coughed. "Um, yeah, yeah you were."

Martiniís walkie crackled. "Yeah, we could hear you snoring over here." I could tell Christopher was snickering.

"You played my snoring for them?"

Martini shrugged. "I wanted to make sure they were awake. Not my fault you were sort of loud. You coming down with a cold?"

"No, I am not. Though if weíre here much longer I might."

"Blame good olí Conspiracy Chuck. Iím not the one who suggested a romantic rendezvous out here."

"You know, I donít call him that. Only people who werenít his friends called him that."

"Which is why I feel great calling him that."

I let it pass. I mean, I didnít want to head into one of Martiniís favorite complaints, which was that I was far too willing to take Chuckieís calls. "Besides, this isnít a date."

"I know. Iím really clear that this is not how I planned to end the evening."

I pulled my walkie out of my purse. "Jerry, you guys okay?"

"Yeah, but why is it we got stuck on the coldest ridge?" Jerry Tucker was one of the Navy Top Gun pilots assigned to Centaurion Division in general and to my Airborne team in specific. He was on Chiricahua Peak in Arizona. Christopherís team was on Big Hatchet in New Mexico. All high, all cold at this time of year, all lacking a C.I.A. operative.

"The lower ranking officers get the cruddy locations," Reader answered into his walkie.

"Thanks. You know, Matt, Chip and I all outrank you, James."

"Only in the Navy. Around here, experience and longevity count more." Reader was trying not to laugh.

"Then how is it Kittyís in charge of Airborne?" Tim Crawford, also part of my team, was laughing. Like Reader, Tim lived to be a smartass.

"Oh, shut up."

"Itís worse over here," Christopher snapped. "Weíre on the edge of a knife. The rest of you at least have something to stand on."

"Thatís why itís two A-Cs to one human over there. Stop whining. Jerry, anything over there? At all?"

"No, but Iím really glad you guys let Michael come with us." Michael Gower was Paulís younger brother, and was visiting us while on vacation from NASA. He was also an astronaut, but I doubted this was why Jerry was glad he was there. The idea of not having an A-C with you while on a scary high mountain had dawned on me already. "You know, Cochiseís ghost is supposed to haunt these mountains."

"A ghost would at least be something interesting," Reader offered.

We waited a few more minutes, then I heard something different. It sounded like a very muted sprinkler system had just started up. "Chuckieís here."

The sleek, black helicopter set down far enough away from us that we werenít too windblown. A tall man, bundled up in a long overcoat, got out and sauntered over to us. I attempted to move out of Martiniís arms, but they were locked around me. I was cold enough I decided not to argue.

"Took you long enough, Reynolds," Martini snapped as Chuckie got near enough to hear him.

Chuckie shook his head. "Always a pleasure, Martini. Kitty, howíre you doing?"

"Fine. Cold and bored, but fine."

Chuckie nodded his head towards Reader. "Good to see you."

"Damn, but you lie well," Reader said with a smile. No one but me seemed to like Chuckie. Oh well. He didnít seem to mind.

"If you two could detach from each other for a moment? Itíll make it easier to show you whatís going on."

Martini let me go, slowly. I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. He relaxed a bit. "Chuckie, what is going on?"

He looked at his watch. "Youíll see inÖohÖabout a minute and a half. Might want to let White and your other boys know itís almost showtime."

"Christopher, weíre almost set."

"Yeah, the C.I.A. graciously joined us just now."

"Jerry, you have federal company yet?"

"Yes, maíam, Commander. We are in position." Jerry and the rest of my flyboys always went into Supreme Military Mode whenever we were dealing with anyone outside of Centaurion Division. No one in Centaurion liked having to deal with the C.I.A.ís ET division. Except me. I didnít mind it if we were dealing with Chuckie, but only if we were dealing with him.

Chuckie reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some goggles. "You might want to put these on." He handed them to me, and tossed a pair each to Martini and Reader.

I put them on, which, of course, required me to let go of Martiniís hand. Chuckie smoothly took the opportunity to take my arm as soon as the goggles were on. "Youíll want to pay close attention, Kitty."

"Why me? I mean, over everyone else?" I was trying not to give off any kind of emotion other than professional interest. Being betrothed to the most powerful empath on Earth had a lot of advantages. But Chuckie had become an in-person part of my life again on a much more consistent basis starting when Martini and I had been in a very rough patch. I define Ďrough patchí to mean he was drugged out of his mind by an alien-hating conspiracy and said conspirators almost murdered me in a truly horrible way. We were supposedly past all that, but since Chuckie had proposed during this time, and Iíd considered it, Martini was never happy when Chuckie was around.

Chuckie sighed. "Youíll see."

Martini was on my other side, and took my other hand. I held his hand tightly, but I could feel how angry he was. "Reynolds, you want to loosen your grip on her?"

"No. Though you should hold on tighter as well." Chuckie reached out, grabbed Readerís arm, and pulled him over. "Hang on."

"Um, why?"

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