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Sorry about missing last week. My blogsite was all messed
up. My fault, although I didn’t figure out what I’d done until Monday.
We’re still in THE PILOT, first book in my Outer Rim series about strong women on the frontier of space. It's on
sale for 99 cents through the end of October.
The day after Trevarr confiscates her ship and cargo, Celara is in a tavern where she
gets a surprise.
Celara pushed her chair away from the table, climbed up on
it, lifted her drink, and called out, “Listen your Rimmer scum, a toast--let’s
hear it for the wonderful, fantabulous, Administrator Jovano, may he live long
enough to enjoy good health.”
To her surprise, silence met her toast, no one raised their
glasses or mugs, even in jest--everyone was looking past her and the only thing
behind her was the door, booted footsteps rapped on the rough-hewn plank floor
then stopped behind her.
“Thank you for the compliments and the good wishes for my
longevity,” the baritone-and-chokiris voice said just over her shoulder.
If she ever needed a personal cloaking device, it was now—or
a magic ring with which to disappear, because Sec Admin Trevarr Jovano stood
behind her, waiting. Undaunted, she turned around, the room tipped, and she
reached for the back of the chair. “Whoa, those mudslides sneak up on you.”
Missing the chair, she grabbed the closest thing, Trevarr
Jovano’s broad, black-clad shoulders--beneath her fingers, the strong muscles
contracted and he wasn’t smiling. “You should sit down before you fall down, or
better yet, go home and sleep it off.”
A dark fury swept away the sweet tranquility of two tall
Kruferian mudslides as she said, “I can’t go home, you snake, you stole my home.” She swung a round-house punch at him, missed her
objective and would have fallen ignominiously off the chair had he not caught
her. For several long secs, he held her tightly against his chest, her feet
dangling off the floor a good twenty-five centimeters, but when his green eyes
caught hers and darkened, the heat in the tavern rose ten degrees, her heart
tripped, and the air leached out of her lungs. His eyes—she could drown in those
green depths.
Life on the frontier of space is hard enough for a freighter pilot, so when pirates stole Celara d'Enfaden's cargo, she vowed not to be tricked again. Determined to make an example out of indie pilots who disobey orders, Coalition Administrator Trevarr Jovano impounds Celara’s starship and cargo. If he backs down, he’ll lose respect. If she can’t deliver her cargo, she’ll default on her loan and lose her only home—her ship. More important than her ship, though, is her brother. To rescue him from a galactic gangster, she’ll even work with Trevarr who’s bent on avenging his wife’s murder.
Oh, such a conflict of emotions there. Love it! I wonder how she'll feel in the morning, or where she'll be then. ;)
ReplyDeleteGee, I wonder???
DeleteAh, the heat is on!
ReplyDeleteExcellent dynamics, Diane. I am also a sucker for green eyes ;-)
Me, too, Kim. Yet I've never known anyone with green eyes.
DeleteAh, the heat is on!
ReplyDeleteExcellent dynamics, Diane. I am also a sucker for green eyes ;-)
Nothing like a good mudslide! Celara is one of my favorite spunky heroines! (if these is a duplicate comment, blame Word Press!)
ReplyDeleteNo duplicate, Nancy. Those mudslides are seductive. Think thick chocolate milkshake...with a kick. :)
DeleteWow! What a descriptive snippet. Exciting and well written.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Charmaine.
DeleteHe's hot and she's homeless! Where will she sleep?
ReplyDeleteAfter confiscating her home, the least he could do is offer her a warm and snuggly place to crash!
ReplyDeleteHe could. But does he?
DeleteLove the details with the green eyes. Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Victoria.
DeleteDrunk or not, Celaro is feeling Jovano's charms.
ReplyDeleteShe sure is!
DeleteThe heat is building up. Love it
ReplyDeleteOh we've all been there. Had a little too much to drink and shouted out something about someone, only to turn and find them standing behind you. No? Oh, just me then. It's a good job the punch didn't connect or she would really be in trouble. Great snippet.
ReplyDeleteLOL Yes, she would have been in worse trouble than she is.
DeleteWow, she's really smashed. She'll be sorry tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteLOL
DeleteWell of course he'd walk in just then, that's the way the Universe works! Loved it, really an excellent scene and wow, she is smashed all right. Can't wait for whatever happens next.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteHoly cow--what a great scene! I can't wipe the smirk off of my face. I have this book on my Kindle. I NEED to find some reading time!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Teresa. Hope you enjoy the rest of the book.
DeleteGreat snippet! I love her feisty drunkenness. And who isn't a sucker for green eyes? ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteLots of emotion. Oh, the green eyes really did her in. Love it.
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