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February 11, 2011
Valentines Day Blog Hop
February 8, 2011
Midnight's Shadow Releases
Well, it snuck up on me, but Midnight's Shadow is available! You can read the first chapter in it's entirety by following that link, or read it right here. Enjoy!
Chapter One
If Wallace didn't kill us, I'd kill him myself.
Bright laser lights streaked across the screen and the ship rocked from the impact. I swore and tapped the helm controls in front of me before I grabbed the side of it as another blast shook the deck-plates beneath my feet. At this rate, we were going to either die in a hail of gunfire or shake to death.
Personally, I didn't like either option as I'd done the whole at-death's-doorstep bit already. Twice. Death didn't suit me.
"Dammit, Wallace," I said through gritted teeth. At this rate, someone would need to go check for any breaches in the hull. "Do something."
The volume and ferocity of his swears matched, then surpassed mine as he fought with the main helm wheel. "I need more power."
"I haven't got any to give you." Even as I said it, I started to bypass less critical systems and tried to find another tactic to use because I refused to crack into life support. The bridge lights flickered twice and we both made automatic adjustments to counter the power surge. "You've got three wicked pixies and four regular missiles, not to mention one fighter hot on your tail."
"We're going to go vertical on these sons o' bitches," he barked out. "See if we can't loop around and take out the lone fighter first. Then we'll deal with the rest."
The choice of flight pattern was wrong and I gritted my teeth to keep from correcting him. The group of three was easier to deal with. If you were a good shot, you could get more than one fighter at a time and conserve any dwindling weapon supply. In a fight, that was always a good thing. To shoot wildly at a lone fighter was a waste of time, energy and resources–all things we already had in short supply.
Despite my reservations, I made the changes he requested and waited for further instructions. I wasn't here to fly, only to teach and offer assistance, nothing more. Whatever I was supposed to do–it was damn hard to keep doing it.
As expected, the fighters adjusted accordingly for Wallace's maneuver and we now had even bigger problems. "Enemy is making course corrections and firing weapons. Three fighters are incoming, port side, screaming like a virgin having her first orgasm."
"Hang on." Wallace jerked the controls to the right and I wrapped my hand around the left side of my control panel to keep myself in the seat as the ship tilted. The fighters made the same corrections and continued to arrow for us with deadly accuracy.
Wallace's focus held firm on the helm in front of him. I seized the opportunity and quickly tapped a sequence into the computer with my thumb as discretely as I could. An alarm blared in response and I overrode it with a quick key combination to shut it down. Shit, I'd hoped to make the correction without setting off the alarm.
My cheeks heated as Wallace cut his eyes to me and his lips bowed down into a deep frown. "I don't need your help. Change it back."
I reversed the combination even before he finished his demand because I realized my mistake. He wanted to do this on his own, but I could only stand to watch him struggle for so long. Wallace was out to prove himself and my covert piloting flew in the face of that.
My fingers hovered over the panel in front of me and I studied the reports that quickly scrolled past. "I can divert forty percent of the gravity control system for you but that's all I can manage. Anymore and I'll start cutting into the life support. I don't know about you, but I'm particularly fond of breathing."
"What about the recirculation systems? Can you bypass it and re-route the life support that way?"
At his request, I studied the systems in front of me and felt the motion of the ship change as he made a course correction. We continued to barrel forward with the small IGP fighters still tailing us. "Some, but I don't know how much it will help."
"Do it," he ordered firmly.
I nodded and started to make the changes, hopeful they'd make a difference. Midway through, the computer in front of me shut down completely and I slammed my hand down on it in frustration. The screen flickered once then went completely dead.
Harness straps clanked loudly against the back of the seat as I threw them off and pushed away from the dead console in order to sprint around Wallace to the starboard controls. I plopped down into the seat, ignored the restraints at the side as I keyed up the sequence he ordered. Within thirty seconds, it was entered and my finger hovered over the control in wait.
"Initiate it."
The ship shook violently as he pulled back on the helm control to shoot vertical. Panic caused me to scramble to get the harness locked around my waist as I cursed myself for not engaging it earlier. The controls in front of me displayed the gravity of our situation.
"They're still hot on our tail. Engines holding steady for the moment. I imagine not for long though," I added through clenched teeth. I had my suspicions about what would happen next.
Something hit us on the port side and I examined the panel in front of me to see what happened as the ship bucked from the force. Another Calibur class fighter that hadn't shown up on my scans hit the aft engines–which were on the brink of failure. I scowled and immediately started to re-route the systems in order to compensate but it didn't seem to help. While I had a very skilled touch, it was geared more toward flying than efficiently compensating for damage.
Everything stilled around us, which was a bad sign. While it meant the impact had finished shuddering through the hull, the cessation of sound also meant the engines were completely gone.
"At least the shaking stopped," I said wryly as my body went limp in defeat and my head came to rest on the controls. I'd gotten to be a real pro at the whole 'crash a spaceship' deal. Honestly, it was not something to excel in. You'd think I'd learn to avoid it by now, but that didn't seem likely given my history and the current situation.
Wallace let loose a string of violent words that caused me to flinch and as I lifted my head, my eyes cut to the narrow opening just above the large screen in front of us. His tirade ceased and he shouted my name a few times in order to gain my attention.
I glanced his way and saw the tight set of his mouth and the shake in his shoulders as he tried to muscle the controls into submission. "Taran, some help would be nice."
My hands lifted in defeat. Even I would have performed horribly under these same conditions. I didn't have Wallace's enhanced strength, but he didn't have my ace flying skills.
I didn't bother to keep the annoyance from my voice. "Your aft engines are damaged and gone. All you have are the two starboard thrusters and they'll only spin us around in circles. There is nothing I can do. It's all on you now."
He growled in frustration and keyed in sequences with one hand while he continued to struggle with steering. Every combination was met with a low beep to indicate failure and I was fairly certain his teeth ground together in annoyance. I could have told him it was futile, but he obviously needed to figure it out on his own.
"Can you override these controls?"
"Wallace, this isn't Eidolon." Never had I missed my former ship so much. I knew her controls better than I knew myself. Thisunderused, underpowered piece of shit was not high in my knowledge base and despite the fact it looked like Eidolon, the two couldn't be further apart. "The safety controls are still engaged and there's nothing either you or I can do to override them." I folded my arms across my chest as the screen turned a garish red color–the sign of a thorough kill.
Wallace threw the helm control forward as he pushed himself away from it. In contrast, I pushed away from the station I'd been sitting at as gently as possible, stood and slid my hands into the pocket of my pants. If nothing else, it would keep me from finding someone to throttle.
Wallace folded his hands behind his neck and blew out a heavy breath as he stared up at the overhead. My eyes cut to the small opening over the screen again and gave a slight nod because we were as good as dead. There was no need to rub salt in the wound. The dull red glow of the screen was enough. The replica of the bridge we stood on slowly faded and we now stood in a vast, empty room as the simulation program ended.
Wallace dropped his head forward and sighed heavily in frustration. From the set of his shoulders, it was easy to see that he was disappointed in himself. It was a feeling I understood all too well as I felt the same about myself.
Maybe I pushed too hard or maybe even not enough. To find the balance between backing off and encouragement was harder than I thought. As I watched the troubled man I loved, I began to second-guess my own abilities as a pilot.
The last thing he needed to hear was how I doubted myself. What he needed was some form of support in his abilities despite his recent failure.
"Wallace, it's okay." I walked around behind him and started to fold my hand over his shoulder. "Even I would have–" I stopped as he stepped away from my touch and walked out of the room without a glance in my direction.
The doors slid closed and I swore softly into the emptiness. My gaze fell on the high window that was the only solid feature of the room. With no flight training simulation programmed to run, I looked through the glass to the lone occupant of the room.
"Reece!"
* * * *
The laser slicer in my hand flickered and gave off a high whine of protest. I tapped it a few times on the underbelly of the hull and the handheld device shut off entirely. I shook it with the hope it was just a crossed wire or two and the movement would encourage the wires to uncross. It defied logic, but common sense and I didn't seem to be the best of friends.
At this point, I'd try anything.
The device flared to life again and as I reached above my head to cut through the waterlogged ventilation tubing, someone walked across the deck above my head. Rust and debris rained down on me and I dropped the slicer in order to shield my eyes. While I managed to avoid most of the unidentifiable flakes of junk, I couldn't avoid the slicer and it caught my ankle as it fell. It burned through the thin fabric of my pants and even the heavier material of my boots before it met my flesh.
I cried out in shock and kicked away the laser, frowned when it sliced through a few vital pieces of equipment. The scent of burned wires caused me to wrinkle my nose in disgust. Yet more crap I was going to have to fix. So far, everything I touched lately had been a big, fat waste of time.
From coolant lines with pinholes too small for the human eye to see and immediately drained the fluid just dumped into it, to the propulsion oil that blew back in your face when you tried to fire the system up.
I wondered why I even bothered.
Wallace appeared then, tromped down the folding ladder we used for access to the inside of the ship while at the shipyard. He swung around as he reached the bottom and scooped up the offending slicer and tapped it off with the palm of his hand. The beam vanished as it, of course, was in perfect working order now and he set the small handheld device on one of the toolboxes beside him.
I scowled and dropped to the ground to strip off my boot and sock in order to inspect the damage. There was a slice a few inches deep and long across my ankle that ran down the side of my foot. Blood welled up and dripped on the dirt. I balled up my sock to try to staunch the flow. It burned, but the heat of the blade seemed to have cauterized most of the veins just under the surface of my skin.
Wallace's hand closed around my foot and inspected the gash before I managed to slap my damaged sock on the wound. "You need to go see the medical officer and have that looked at." His finger skimmed over the bottom of my foot and I jumped reflexively at his touch. From the surprised look on his face, it hadn't been done intentionally.
"It'll be fine." I tugged, wanted to put something over the cut before some unidentifiable microscopic germ had a chance to infect it. That would be just my luck.
He didn't release my foot as his amber eyes met mine. Before he managed to hide it, something odd passed across his expression. Even before his failure in the flight sim three days ago, Wallace was sometimes so distant he was unapproachable. Other times he seemed like a shadow of his former self, while at other times, he was normal.
He'd been that way since the crash on Sulis and I was exhausted from trying to keep up with his moods. There wasn't a discernable pattern. I knew what the problem was but he wasn't about to admit to it. He needed help to heal but he had to let me in first and that was something he didn't seem inclined to do.
Feet shuffled behind Wallace and I started to reach for his hand in order to move my foot away. Despite the fact I wore my gloves, he flinched before I managed to make contact with his flesh and suddenly dropped my foot as if it had burned him.
Wallace stepped away as he shoved his hands into his pockets and I let out a heavy sigh in response. I should keep some kind of tally for all the times he pulled away from me, but I didn't need the visual reminder. It hurt enough as it was. To see it listed would just make it even more gut-wrenching.
A man stood a short distance away and leaned his lanky form against the ladder Wallace descended earlier. His hair was shaggy and a golden blond color I equated with a hay field that had once been behind my father's house on Earth. Piercing green eyes shifted back and forth between us, a faint smile played across his lips.
"Sorry to interrupt." His voice was clear and colored with a bit of an accent I didn't recognize. It wasn't what I expected based on his somewhat dirty appearance. It sounded sophisticated and cultured. Yet, he was the very picture of utter filth.
Wallace waved a hand in the air to dismiss the man's words. "What can I do for you?"
"Looking for a ride and I hear you've got the best pilot on the planet over here."
"Galaxy," I muttered and pressed the sock down against the cut on my foot.
"Pardon?"
Wallace held back a smile. "She said galaxy."
"Doesn't matter to me, mate. I just need someone to fly me somewhere. That looks like it hurts. Can I take a look?" He lowered himself down on one knee and pointed to my injury.
"Why? Do you have some sick fascination with someone else's pain?"
The man looked at me, then Wallace. "She always this pleasant?"
Wallace shrugged. "Afraid so."
"Good thing I've got an excellent bedside manner." The stranger's hands closed around my foot and I jumped at the warm heat against my skin. He poked and prodded lightly at the edges of the cut, but despite the flare of pain, his touch was gentle.
My fascination continued to grow as he pulled some sort of salve out of his bag and dabbed it lightly over the gap in my skin. The sting immediately eased and curbed to a dull ache that was nearly unnoticeable.
"You some sort of medic?"
His hair brushed his shoulders as he shook his head. "I just have a large amount of experience tending to wounds. Mostly my own." He took the sock from me and tied it around my foot to protect the tended cut. "I have handled enough field injuries to make me qualified in emergency medical care. You could go see a real medic and have it patched up in a few seconds, but if you just keep that on it all day and wash it out tonight, it'll heal on its own in a day or so."
I shifted my foot back and forth to admire his work, nodded my head in appreciation. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now about that ride…"
I wiped the dirt off my hands and gestured to the ship over our heads. "I'm not exactly flying right now."
"Wait–you're the pilot?" The stranger asked in surprise as he pointed at me. "What about him?"
"I'm just the pretty packaging, mate, and I'm evidently not as talented as her," Wallace responded sarcastically. He moved over to the ladder, but stopped short of climbing it. "Taran, I came out to tell you the helm's repaired. I'm going to start on the chillers back in the engine room." He cast a curious look at the man before he disappeared into the ship.
Well, the stranger obviously hadn't sparked any of Wallace's warning bells if he left me alone with him. Not that I couldn't handle myself if he tried something, but Wallace would have stuck around if something about the man didn't sit well with him.
"So, you're Whittier?" He pointed at me, his eyebrows winged up in surprise. It was easy to see that he thought I was trying to pull one over on him.
"Seems you were given all the information you needed to find me except one obvious piece."
It wasn't the first time I'd encountered someone who was surprised I could handle a starship. Since I was a somewhat small Earth woman with pale blonde hair and blue eyes, most men seemed instantly intimidated as soon as they heard what I did for a living. I'd learned a long time ago not to advertise it unless I was actively running cargo for someone else. Freelance jobs weren't unheard of for star runners but happened less frequently for someone like me. And by that I mean female.
"Morley Slater. Mores for short, if you're so inclined."
I wasn't, but he didn't seem the type to care. He extended a hand out to me and I flicked my fingers in his direction instead of taking it. I wasn't interested in touching him even though I had my gloves on. There was no point in perpetuating the habit of an offered hand when I did my best to avoid such a gesture. "Well, thanks for fixing my foot. I'm sure there are a few more pilots in the city that can help you out."
Morley seemed amused I wouldn't take his hand and ran his fingers under the strap of the bag slung across his body. "I appreciate that, but I need the best."
"Sounds familiar," I muttered, pushed myself up to stand and dusted the dirt off my knees.
"Sorry?" He immediately replied in confusion.
I dismissed my own words and stuffed my foot back into my ruined boot. It caused the pain to flare up again but I managed to keep the wince hidden only because stubborn pride kept me from flinching in front of a total stranger. I'd have to take a trip into the city myself in order to hunt up a new set of footwear because this pair were effectively ruined. Damn shame too, they were the most comfortable–and only–pair I owned.
"Ancient history. My apologies, Morley. I'm a pilot without a ship right now, which won't get you very far. Probably just be able to guide you to the best bar on the planet and that's about it. The Kissing Bug, by the way, in case you head back to the city and are looking for–"
"The best bar on the planet, right?" He examined the hull of the ship, even ran his hand along the metal in a gentle caress. It was odd to watch someone else touch her in such an intimate way–one that was usually reserved only for me. "What happened to her?"
Whoever he was, he appreciated his machinery. There had to be some sort of camaraderie in that. I glanced up at the pitted and rusted hull. "Water. Leagues of water. Leagues and leagues of water," I added as I thought about just how much she'd been under.
He whistled appreciatively. "You go down with her?"
I nodded and immediately banished the reminder of the crash. Things were touchy enough right now without the reminder of that hellish ordeal. Eidolon's damaged hull was a sight I wanted and loathed to see at the same time. That she had been raised from the sea at all was a miracle. If we ever managed to fix her, it would be a task of epic proportions. Since our job was to keep our heads down and out of IGP sights, taking all the time we needed to fix her wasn't exactly a problem. "As I said, I'm grounded for a while."
"What if I could get you a ship?"
I wiped off the blood that had transferred to my hand from the cut and stuffed the rag into one of the pockets on my thigh. "If you own one then why can't you pilot it yourself?"
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned away. "I said I could get one not that I owned one."
My days of illegal activity were over and done as far as I was concerned. I'd nearly killed three people, myself included, and succeeded in frying a robot the last time I agreed to something like that. I wasn't about to jump in again so soon. "I'm not interested. Find some other pilot who's willing to take the risk."
"A pilot who's lost her nerve isn't a pilot anymore."
As my temper reared its head, I stared at him for a long few moments. The desire to lash out and defend myself was overwhelming because it wasn't a matter of jittery nerves. He had no right to make a snap judgment when he didn't know me, especially when he needed a ride. However, it wasn't his business what grounded me and if I fought back, it meant I cared more than I wished to admit. "I wish you well in your search."
Scooping up the laser cutter Wallace had set aside, I reached up to continue the work on the hose I'd cut away earlier. It finally broke loose a few minutes later. When I bent over to retrieve it, I realized there was no one else around me.
Morley Slater had vanished.
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February 6, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday – 2/6
Here we are again at Sunday, and I bring you six sentences from a free read I'm in the process of editing that falls in with my Rebirth series world. Vampires and the Fae, gotta love it. At the moment, Evande and Quinn are in a very…compromising position, however, that doesn't necessarily mean things are going well.
"Let me go, Quinn, this was a mistake." She tried to free herself from his grip but frowned when she found he wasn't going to release her that easily.
He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a half-hearted smile. "Suddenly now you think it's a mistake? A little late for that, don't you think?"
Her chin tilted down even further and her eyes instantly flashed to solid black as her mood shifted from intense pleasure to obsessive gratification.
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February 3, 2011
Torturing the Tortured
It's my day over at Paranormal Romantics and I talk about my favorite characters. Both one someone else created and one I created. Stop by and comment on any post for the rest of the week and you'll be entered to win your choice of my backlist.
http://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2011/02/torturing-tortured.html
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January 30, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday – 1/30
It's that time of the week again and here's six sentences from a sci-fi I've been working on. Today, you'll meet Roland, who has returned after a ten year absence, and Korene, the woman–and submissive–he left behind. Yep, it's one of those books:
"On your knees."
She dropped without thought. The synthetic wood floor was cold against her knees and the discomfort of the position felt as if she'd come home. Her gaze focused on an arbitrary point between his feet and she released a slow breath as her mind went quiet.
"Did you take another Master after I left?"
The demand in his voice sent a thrill through her and she answered him truthfully. "No, sir."
For those new to this, the rules are simple:
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2) pick six sentences
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January 24, 2011
News!
For those of you who've been waiting for the conclusion of the love triangle started in Blood Fever, you won't have to wait much longer. Well…you'll still have to wait, but just until this summer. 
Liquid Silver Books has acquired the next installment of the Rebirth series, Forged in Fire!
Here's the unofficial blurb–but warning, it contains a few spoilers for Blood Fever:
As vampire Evande Austin tries to adjust to her new found abilities, she can't fight her new reality. She never intended to fall in love with two men. But she also never intended to take Fae blood to keep her alive either.
Trouble lurks in the shadows and Evande fears she will not be able to control the raging blood fever that burns through her because of Quinn. Thanks to Logan, the man who gives her anchor, Evande is able to maintain a thread of sanity in the blinding chaos.
When the Elders strike out and her future tumbles around her feet, Evande realizes the two men give her a bond she can't survive without. They need her just as much as she needs them. Giving into them both could just be the one thing that saves everyone.
But one thing remains clear—nothing comes without a cost.
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January 23, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday – 1/23
I've been thinking a lot recently about openings, mostly because I'm working on a new book and I can't seem to get the right first sentences. Of course, on the other hand, the first sentences came to me for another book. I scribbled them down and set them to the side to be dealt with later. For right now, I'd thought I'd share the opening six sentences from my upcoming release, Midnight's Shadow:
If Wallace didn't kill us, I'd kill him myself.
Bright laser lights streaked across the screen and the ship rocked from the impact. I swore and tapped the helm controls in front of me before I grabbed the side of it as another blast shook the deck-plates beneath my feet. At this rate, we were going to either die in a hail of gunfire or shake to death.
Personally, I didn't like either option as I'd done the whole at-death's-doorstep bit already.
Twice.
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January 16, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday – 1/16
How about something a little different this week for Six Sentence Sunday? I'm working on cleaning up a short to post here as a free read that ties in with my Rebirth series. It doesn't fall in line with the current storyline, but is the incident Evande continually refers to as what made her leave in the first place. Unlike that series, which is told 1st POV from the female lead, the short is 3rd POV from Quinn. Yep, the king himself speaks….and more. Enjoy a snippet:
"Ev," he whispered her name softly as his hand lifted to her face and the warm skin of his knuckles brushed lightly against the smooth, marble like color of her cheek. She surprised him by not flinching away from his touch.
Instead, she turned her face into his hand and pressed her lips against the tender flesh of his palm. "We had an agreement," she reminded him.
Never mind the fact they both toed the edge of that agreement the longer she sat on his lap. "I don't see you trying very hard to get away."
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January 15, 2011
Playlist – Midnight's Shadow
When a mysterious stranger offers Taran the chance of a lifetime, she finds herself at a crossroads. Pilot the sleekest, fastest, most sought after ship in the star runner fleet or continue to hide safely in the shadows?
Edits just finished up on the next book in the Star Runner Saga and it's off for final line edits. Like every one of my books, there is a list of music that I found myself listening to quite frequently when I wrote it. I find the songs follow the storyline and drive me to continue to write it. So, for those interested, here's the playlist for Midnight's Shadow:
I Stand Alone ~ Godsmack
Yours to Hold ~ Skillet
Running Away ~ Hoobastank
The Ghost Of You ~ My Chemical Romance
Cold (But I'm Still Here) ~ Evans Blue
Undisclosed Desires ~ Muse
Together Again ~ Evanescence
My, My, My ~ Rob Thomas
Warrior ~ Disturbed
Heaven Out of Hell ~ Elisa
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January 9, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday – 1/9
It's another week, and another Sunday. Since I'm just about to return the first round of edits to my editor for Midnight's Shadow, how about six sentences from the fist book in that series, Midnight's Ghost?
I was twelve again, transported back to the house my father moved us into after my mother's passing. Despite the darkness, summer humidity hung in the air, thick and heavy on my skin as I stared up into space. Crickets sang their nightly song as fireflies silently flew by with their soft golden lights beaming against the blackened summer sky. The one celestial body that shone down on me was the lone object overhead.
My father referred to it as midnight's star.
There would be no wishing tonight—this star wasn't about to fall.
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