
A woman’s work is never done.
Readers always ask me what a typical day in my life is like. So since you asked . . .
My husband wakes me up each morning with a kiss and a homemade breakfast in bed. As I sip fresh-squeezed orange juice, I read a note from the President of Mars. She’s asking for my help in solving the crime of the century—who broke into her bedroom and stole her diary? Oh, wait—maybe the note’s from the Director of the Inter-solar space force? I can’t quite read the messy signature.
While I ponder the puzzle, my robot has laid out my clothes. My house is immaculate due to a bevy of busy house bots. The nanny has dressed and fed the kids, the hovercar has driven them off to school. My husband has left me a surprise gift on my dresser—a little ten-carat diamond geegaw. While the diamonds don’t quite match my size zero outfit, I wear the diamond tiara anyway, knowing it was the thought that counted.
I hop on my private spaceship (which takes off from my private island’s backyard landing strip, of course) and fly to Mars to interview the suspects. I solve the crime in ten minutes. It turns out the Martian’s President’s pooch had decided her leather-bound diary made perfect munching material and hidden the diary under the bed.

Between adventures, Sue waits for the handsome husband and adoring family to come home.
After a tasty lunch of champagne and caviar, I’m back on a spaceship bound for home, the solar system once again safe. After my massage, I take a warm bath, eat chocolate and wait for my adoring family to come home.
Okay. Okay. Seriously. Sitting in front of a computer and typing away is not exactly Earth shattering-exciting material. Writing books is hard, it doesn’t burn enough calories, and it’s isolating. Yet, it’s really fun, too. When I finally come up for air, I’m always surprised to find out how much time has passed.
I love the job; the best part is creating danger and romance on other worlds from the safety of my office. And if I’m getting old and tired, I just step into my time machine and take myself to the future—where I can get an entire body replacement. And all my books have become Inter- Galactic best sellers.

In Sue Kearney’s universe, outer space is densely populated by handsome, brave, and sexy men.
If you’d like to find out more about me or more about my books, I’m at www.susankearney.com.
Here’s a direct link to one of my latest books: http://tinyurl.com/ljl37oy