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Congratulations to my friend Donna S. Frelick on the release of her debut novel Unchained Memory!

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Donna and I met at RWA Nationals during a get-together of science fiction romance writers, but discovered we live fairly close, so I was able to attend her Book Launch Party.

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Readings,

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signings,

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and of course, photo ops! Fun, fun, fun, and so well-deserved. Donna was an RWA® Golden Heart® Double Finalist in 2012 in the Paranormal category for the first two novels in her SFR Interstellar Rescue series.

Find Donna at http://donnasfrelick.com; blogging at http://spacefreighters.blogspot.com; and on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/DonnaSFrelickAuthor. Unchained Memory is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

 

This time, a dog story!

It’s been a week of edits, and not on a story with dogs in it, so it took a ‘like’ on my Facebook page–for the guinea pig excerpt–to remind me I promised to post a dog excerpt.

Irish WolfhoundHere we go with Quinn’s first meeting and rescue of the Irish Wolfhound in my novel Passages.

The last door opened into a dimly lit and mostly empty room. Two bowls sat inside, food and water. A box of dirt had been placed to one side. The surface of it was disturbed and the smell made its use obvious. The light of the hall shone almost to a mound in the back corner. It moved.

I pressed Eve aside, pulling the door to protect us.

She blocked it open. “I sense no hostility, aggression or opposition.”

The animal got slowly to its feet and stepped from the shadows. Eve’s fingers pinched into me, but the pain was nothing against the swirl of confusion surrounding the familiar animal. The big dog had been… I shut my eyes, reaching for the image.

Eve released me. I grappled to dismiss my churning memories, opening my eyes to the unbelievable sight of her stroking the wiry hair of the wolfhound’s head and unlatching the chain from his collar.

I rushed after her. “Be careful! We don’t know—”

I know. This is—” She eyed me in an odd way, then shook her head. “D’dair,” she swore. “He shouldn’t be locked in here.”

Dead Air—the unique curse they used on this planet. Her tone indicated something was seriously wrong. She ushered the stumbling dog toward the door of its prison. His gait was stiff and awkward, the poor beast, but he came directly to me and pressed his head against my thigh. Familiarity flooded me. Elusive threads of memory wove forward. This dog had a name, I was sure of it.

“Quinn? Help me rub his legs to get the circulation going. Once we’re back, Evangeline will take proper care of this boy.”

The barrage of images compromised my concentration. I shook them off and dropped to a squat on the other side of the dog. “Evangeline?” I repeated.

“Right, the Evangeline you met probably didn’t seem the type, but that wasn’t her true personality. Our Evangeline has a gift with animals. It took her no time at all to correct the husbandry problems on Zeffir.”

Zeffir. Where Eve worked. If I kept my focus on her and her conversation, I wouldn’t dissolve into my confusing past. “I did notice the agriculture on the island was top notch.”

Eve massaged the dog’s thigh. He was leaning into me as much as I was leaning back. He poked his nose to mine, making a soft rumbling sound. The prickly fur, the sloppy tongue, the intelligent eyes staring steadily at me. He seemed so familiar…but why?

“Humph. Why are you getting the thanks when I’m the one doing the work?” Eve grumbled, but she was watching closely. “Here, turn him.”

The sturdy canine frame shifted when she pulled him, but the dog danced around until his broad face was in mine again. He whined. Smoothing the gray hairs of his muzzle back to the black ones on the crown of his head, I stared deep into his dark orange eyes. A memory came…a desperate cross-leap, the dog pushed against me—no, leading me—with someone—was it Graen?—forcing me through the Conducer, but the dog—

Like in my memory, the wolfhound jerked forward, his ears perked. Footsteps sounded. Together Eve and I tripped to the threshold. I intended to close the door, but the wolfhound slipped through with a growl. “So much for hiding.” I peered around the doorjamb.

The dog cantered to meet the single guard, who dropped bowls similar to the ones at our feet. The man lowered his face guard and reach for his stun sword.

I bolted forward. “No!”

My appearance was enough to make him hesitate. The dog leaped. With well over a hundred pounds of force, those huge paws struck the man’s shoulders and down he went. The dog bounded on. At the top of the stairs he turned to stare, as if summoning us.

We ran. The guard rolled to gain his feet. I shoved him down again and raced past. The wolfhound yipped and descended the stairs. I followed with Eve just paces behind me.

Thud! Someone tripped and fell.

I whirled. Eve sprawled motionless on the tile. The guard lurched up, shoving the stun sword before him. “Unless you want the same, freeze!”

The first chapters of Passages, a science fiction romance, are available to read here. The novel isn’t published–yet–but three author friends have SFR novels coming out in February, updates, available on Spacefreighter’s Lounge. Sorry, not sure about their dog content.

Shout out!

Congratulations to author Laurie A Green on her debut of Farewell Andromeda, a Kindle short read climbing the ranks already!

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Laurie chronicled the surprise early release on her blog Spacefreighters Lounge, but let me just add this novelette is a lead-in to Laurie’s award-winning epic novel which is coming soon. If you love science fiction romance, keep your eye on this gal. Or better yet, sign up for her newsletter!

I’m sending off rockets for you, Laurie!

Like space? And romance? How about a little of each?

A friend and fellow science fiction romance writer, Laurie A. Green released the cover of her debut novelette yesterday in an exclusive post on the Science Fiction Romance Brigade. There, she explains more about what exactly a novelette is, and her upcoming SFR series, but I wanted to give her a shout-out here for this spectacular cover.

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Yes, indeed, that’s a beautiful space cover!

Here’s the short description of Farewell Andromeda:

Fresh off a painful jilting, the last thing deep space pilot Tiharra Bell needs is another romantic entanglement. Certainly not with the galaxy’s most famous astronomer—who also happens to be single, inconveniently handsome, and a resident of the remote Andromeda Station. But Tiharra soon discovers two terrible truths about Dr. Dante “Donner” Dane—1) he’s not the man he appears to be and 2) he doesn’t have long to live. Before her fourteen-day layover is complete, she’ll put her life and career on the line to protect his heartbreaking secret.

Farewell Andromeda is scheduled for a mid-January 2015 release. If you’d like to receive news on the release or Laurie’s upcoming Science Fiction Romance series, please visit her website at Author Laurie A. Green to read more and sign up for her newsletter.

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Laurie A. Green is a three-time RWA® Golden Heart® finalist and Science Fiction Romance enthusiast who founded the SFR Brigade community of writers, which now totals over 500 members. Her extended family includes her husband, David, four dogs, three cats and several horses, all who reside on a ranch in beautiful New Mexico. When she’s not writing, networking, or searching out the perfect cup of Starbucks, she’s usually busy exercising her left brain as a military budget director.

You can connect with Laurie via her website, Facebook Author Page or @SFRLaurie via Twitter.

Congratulations, Laurie!

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Snippet Time!

It’s been a few weeks and I’ve forgotten to sign up with my usual snippet group, Science Fiction Romance Brigade Presents, but here’s a snippet from my SFR, Passages. Quinn, the hero, is at odds with himself over making the woman he’s fallen for his bodyguard. Yet, he needs her in this role.

Eve blocked me. “There’s a reason you have a bodyguard,” she said coolly. “Let me perform my function.”

Good point. I had to get used to using the protection, which was saving our asses.

She peered around the door. A moment later she ushered me into the sealed walkway. The long, dimly lit corridor curved, so we couldn’t see the end. I paced far enough back to duck at Eve’s signal, which did come.

I hid, and even after I polished a port in either direction, the minutes dragged by.

Damn, what had happened? I’d never forgive—

Footsteps marched down the walkway. A guard appeared. He passed through me, then disappeared. It killed me, but I waited to hear the door slam, then dashed for where I hoped my guard waited.

She was there, at another set of double doors. My breath exploded out.

“This guard wasn’t so willing to trade to out there.” She put her finger to the keypad, and it flashed green.

She was so nonchalant—an act? I didn’t dare ask if she was okay.

This time when Eve checked inside, her body stiffened. She closed the door to a finger gap. “It opens into one of the bays. There’s a transport ship between us and the Conducer, with three ‘torgs working in the open hold at the back. They can see this door.”

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SFR Brigade Presents #11

Thanks for stopping by to read my science fiction romance Passages, as part of the SFR Brigade Presents.

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Passages is a completed novel. The first two chapters are featured under ‘My Novels’ in the bar above and I’ve just updated a few recent changes. Here’s an excerpt from Chapter Two, in the heroine Eve’s POV, during a tense discussion with her electorg run-mate, Evard.

He cleared his throat. “Once they give us the transfer location, I’ll set up another of my Conducer shortcuts so you can visit here easily.”

I wiped my fingertips over my eyes. “Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather not risk your illegal shortcuts.”

“Illegal doesn’t mean impossible, and if it’s possible, it’s permissible.” His blue eyes sparkled. “Why would Basic-runs like us be equipped with the same hardware as the Elite-run ministers if not to use the circuits?”

Not this again. I pushed off of Evard’s chest before he launched into his favorite topic of restricted electronics. “The Docga limit our use of them, same as they’ve allowed this new batch of ministers to place us B-runs at their beck and call. What’s the point of settling into a home and career in my so-called second life if I’m forced to leave?” I poked him in the shoulder before leaning on a work island. “Can you focus on something else, please? Like why a ‘new protocol’? What’s that about?”

“Rather vague, I agree. And why ban travel? Previous ministers didn’t when the Leads traveled for those ridiculous morale-boosting seminars.”

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SFR Brigade Presents #10

Thank you for visiting me through Science Fiction Romance Brigade’s Presents!

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I’m pleased to share a snippet from my SFR, Passages. Quinn, the hero, is also getting used to having—and placating—his bodyguard, an emotional woman only somewhat suited for the job.

I handed Taior his copy and shook his hand. “As promised we’ll do whatever we can to help, but I’m afraid we have an equally pressing problem if we’re to have the staff to help Aarde. Earlier Evard and I visited Dome—”

The others gasped, but Eve rounded on me. “How dare you leave without me.”

“Easy, Eve.” Evard stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. “Hear him out.”

She crossed my arms and stared at me.

“Evard was available to guard me. We avoided the Conducer guards by cross-leaping directly onto Level Two and used Lacuna to hide as we investigated.” I had to make her understand. “Time’s running short and you were down for repair. Besides…you wouldn’t have liked using Lacuna repeatedly. Evard did.”

Her lips pressed thin for a moment before she inclined her head. “Fine, you’re the minister. But…”

“But what?”

“But you made the decision in consideration of my feelings, function be damned, as Evard would say.”

Evard laughed. “In other words, she’s saying she feels bloody lucky.”

Hope you’ve enjoyed their…negotiations. Read more SFR at the Brigade website, or head to twitter with #sfrbp. Thanks for reading!

SFR Brigade Presents #9

Banner by Linnea SinclairThank you for stopping by to check out my snippet from Passages, my science fiction romance…which may need a genre label shift. SF also stands for ‘speculative fiction,’ right? Seems my novel might fall into the ‘science fantasy’ genre. Still looking into it.

Anyhow, here we go: Quinn has never experienced small town life before, and now that he’s in hiding, it’s all he’s got.

I shot a glance at the blond girl slipping into her coat. Eyes closed, Eve rhythmically lifted the steaming cup to her lips. I sidled next to her and whispered, “She can’t tell anyone I’m here.”

Eve rolled her eyes. “Mylta, what’s the news this morning?” She raised the cup to her lips again.

“Winds gusting at a steady thirty with the moons tracking each other, so DeLentes should be within the day. The first kidding occurred last night at my brother’s, twin whites. They’re pleased,” she said with a grin.

“Goats,” Eve filled in.

Mylta continued, “The trade ship supplies arrived short on coffee—”

Evard groaned. “It’s that bloody under-planting policy they’re implementing.”

“—but I have secured your portion and Malk assures me the ship will return in three weeks rather than the usual two.”

The local gossip was too tedious for my liking. I caught Eve’s eye. She took another sip of coffee before asking, “Anything else, Mylta?”

“Yes, the last concerns a stranger in town. Two boys saw the scruffy young man with dark curly hair stow away in one of the lifeboats on the trade ship. Appears he arrived and left the same day. Alone, everyone agrees. Will that be all, Miss?”

“Yes. Be sure to stock in extra for our guests.”

Mylta left and Eve shrugged in answer to my raised brow. “You were never here.” She took a long draught of coffee.

“Still aren’t,” laughed Evard.

I rounded on him. “You—you arranged this while we were gone. But you can’t get an entire town to lie.”

“Care to place a bet on that?” He plopped into his chair, ripped a muffin in half and dunked one side into his coffee. Eating it, he eyed Eve. She studied him, the coffee finally forgotten as she chewed her lip. This explanation was going to be good.

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SFR Brigade Presents #8

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Another week, another bit of Passages, my science fiction romance.

When Quinn finally finds his missing ‘brother’, he discovers those memories of their fights weren’t exaggerated. Eve is afraid she might have to put her bodyguard function to use.

“That’s not the only detail you left out,” Quil snapped. “Why wasn’t I told the Cavvert lab vats had been converted to grow crystals?”

The tenor of the room changed with that one remark and Quil’s reddening checks.

 “I didn’t?” Quinn frowned. “But I told you about the boxes on my way up the stairs.”

Evard cleared his throat. “I’m only getting the full story now myself.”

His effort at easing the neglect earned a glare from Quil. “Maybe you didn’t need details but I did. I’m the one working on the hornwort.” He swung back to Quinn. “Didn’t you think my efforts warranted a mention that crystals had replaced hornwort in those vats?”

I edged out of my seat. Evangeline gave my hand a squeeze before letting go. I moved up beside Evard, shutting my gift away to avoid a repeat swamping by Quil’s intense anger.

Quinn noted my position with a glance, but gave his controlled attention to Quil. “How did you think they were getting them?”

Quil threw up his arms. “I assumed the guards were breaking off crystals or pick-axing them out of the rock. Isn’t that what goes on in underground mining? And after I’ve run three megabytes of hornwort data through not one but four versions of analysis to give us the best possible comparisons on the six most rapidly changing lab results, I hear the worst lab hasn’t been functional for weeks. More likely, it’s been down the entire two and a half months we’ve been here. And all you spare time for is her rather than your duties when you dashed through.” His flashing eyes flicked to me for a second before returning to Quinn.

Quaene stepped forward. “Of course we see to our people first.”

“Except we have a minister who makes a habit of seeing to his women before considering—”

“Look, just get over it already,” barked Quinn. “I was worried about Eve. A head wound—”

“She’s a ‘torg for god’s sake. We’re repairable—”

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SFR Brigade Presents #7

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I’m guilty of a gap in postings. *sigh* But I’m back again with another excerpt of my science fiction romance. My hero Quinn discovers his new bodyguard Eve is not a happy camper when he disappears before she’s had her coffee.

I’d gone to the sideboard to pour a second cup when the door swung open and slammed the wall. Helmet in hand, Eve strode in, fury boiling from every inch of her tall black figure.

“You left without notifying me,” she snapped.

Her armor was fully hardened, accenting every curve. I lowered my cup to the counter, keeping my eyes on her face. It was a struggle. Between that and coming up with a response that was both authoritative and not off-putting, I didn’t have a chance.

“If I am to guard you, Minister Quinn, you cannot wander willy-nilly. Communication is key to safety. Not just telling me what to do, but including me in your plans.”

Evard rose and came to fill his cup. He elbowed me. “Best course of action is to say you’re sorry. And ‘It won’t happen again.’”

Eve shot him a look of pure disgust, but I parroted, “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

The disgust shifted to me. “Have you nothing to say for yourself?”

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