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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.
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.
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.
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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Thanks for stopping by to read my science fiction romance Passages, as part of the SFR Brigade Presents.
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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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 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.”
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Thank 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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Hello and welcome to my SFR contribution, a snippet from my novel Passages. Just as in real life, some science fiction machinery never works like you think it ought to, which my hero Quinn discovers in this excerpt:
I passed the packed shelves and glanced at the book bindings. Some titles stood out. A few seemed to glow, and then fade.
An uneasy feeling came over me. Something told me I should stop, but I kept on reading the titles, searching for another with that brightened lettering…
“Mirror of Her Dreams,” I whispered and in uttering the words, I knew. I’d done this before. Flashes of déjà vu were my friends. Graen always said follow the lead and by doing so I’d brought back skills I’d had before. Skills like quick analysis. Mechanical and electrical aptitude. Accessing Lacuna. Altering a system like the Conducer. And the cross-leap.
I walked a few paces, looking for the next glowing title. “Roadmarks.”
Another old Earth book. The memory became clearer. Reading these titles would turn the key—no, not quite right. Open the door. Lead me to…what? I shuffled forward.
“Journey to the Center of the Earth.”
How did I control this phenomenon?
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In this installment from my science fiction romance Passages, the hero Quinn receives a surprise from one of his newly converted guards.
I cracked the door. Noise came from below. Palming my knife, I crept down the stairs. A peek through the kitchen door revealed a stranger. The small blond woman was measuring water into a pot, an innocent enough activity, but… I decided to get Eve.
“Don’t even think of messing with our cook.”
I whirled but a shoulder lock trapped me. My knife clattered to the floor.
“Right-o!” boomed Evard. “Self-defense never felt so good. If only I could meet that measly Liege Orton now.”
A squeak sounded in the kitchen. “Mister Evard? Is that you?”
“Yes, Mylta, have no fear, my fair nymph. I’m just working up an appetite for one of your delicious breakfasts.”
I forced my automatic defenses to relax. Neither Evard’s tone or phrasing was that of a hostile attacker. “Do you mind?”
He released me. “Ah, my man Quinn! How’d you like that move? Did I surprise you?”
The newly converted Level 1 Minister’s Bodyguard was playing?
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Several readers commented on my electorgs—thank you!—so I thought I’d give another peek into those electronic bodies. Here’s a piece from Eve’s point of view.
“Then you know your way around from here?” Quinn’s voice resonated right behind me, deeper, steadier than before. His heat poured over me. My thoughts jumped like my heart and abruptly my body tuned to his. From under the burnt smell of something I should remember but didn’t, his musk flowed —the scent of a forest of drying leaves on a fall day—and the unmistakable assurance of a man in charge.
I had my answer. “You remember your past.”
“Some. Enough. Are you feeling better?”
“Fine. I think we better leave. That guard is bound to report us and the missing dog.”
“We can’t leave yet.” His hand brushed my shoulder and his fingers fluttered at my neck.
Oh, Blessed—I should have known this would happen, keeping company with an E-run. I heaved a sigh, a mental one, for a ‘torg couldn’t move while a minister activated one’s keypad. He accessed the files of my electronic components. Sequences of images, procedures, rules, and more, shuffled like a deck of playing cards. Quinn selected a function program, and it fell into my database. Three seconds later an internal click indicated he’d completed the process.
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