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It's the second annual New Year's Blog Hop!!! Come and
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more!! It's a season for change and we're ready to live it up with our favorite
romance heroes and heroines!
Happy New Year! I love New Year’s Day. It’s an
opportunity to start over and make things right or better. I’ve made all kinds
of New Year’s Resolution, stuck with them for a while and then gradually forgot
about them.
This year, I plan to post what I want
to accomplish in plain sight—above my computer monitor. It’s a little hard to
ignore what’s right in your face. I hope. A lovely tradition a friend mentioned
is a “good day” jar (I'm sure that's not the real name) where you write on a slip of paper something good that
happened that day. We so often think only about the bad stuff. It would be so
great to go back and read about the good things that had happened at the end of
the week, month, year. I’m going to try that.
What is one thing you’re going to try this year?
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Here’s a little bit about my latest
book, The Pilot:
There's no
place like home and he just stole hers. Cargo hauler, risk taker Celera d'Enfaden must work
with rule-bound Administrator Trevarr Jovano to save her brother from a
galactic gangster.
If you were here for the Holiday
Gifts of Love Blog Hop, you'll be happy to read a new excerpt from The Pilot:
Celara stopped looking for the
Dockmaster when she saw a pair of legs topped by the most gorgeous set of male
buns she’d seen in at least a year. The owner of the aforementioned body parts,
encased in the dark blue uniform of the repair crew, was bent over the open
hatch of an Agilean Speeder.
Now, there was a ship. The sleek
vessel—one of the fastest in the galaxy—almost distracted her from the
mechanic. He’d shrugged off the top portion of the jumpsuit so that it pooled
around his waist. The environment of the repair shop affected many newcomers,
especially those unaccustomed to the heat.
As she stared at his butt, all
she could think was oh, mama. She
hoped he was human and that the rest of him lived up to the preview. Better
yet, she hoped he was in a party mood. After escaping from the pirates, Celara
wanted to howl . . . and someone to howl with.
“Hey, big boy,” she called to the
mechanic. “Wanna party?”
As the mechanic abruptly straightened,
he whacked his head on the raised engine hatch. He muttered a Bricaldian curse
about origins. She hoped he meant the ship’s, not hers. But then, considering
her origins, that curse wasn’t out of line. When he turned around, she sucked
in a breath. Oh, yeah. A primal part
of her sat up and took notice. His backside, gorgeous as it was, didn’t compare
to the rest of him. He had the broad shoulders and muscles of a laborer plus
the black hair, square jaw and blade-straight nose of Bricaldian aristocracy.
What a delicious combination.
“Did you arrive on that hauler?”
He nodded to her ship. His voice, a tantalizing allure of baritone and
chokiris, sounded vaguely familiar.
“Yep. That’s my ship.” She tucked
her thumbs into the side pockets of her trousers and thrust out her chest a
little in pride. “D’Enfaden’s Thermopylae.
Fastest little transport in three sectors.”
He walked past her to examine her
ship then ran his hand—long, strong fingers, she noted—over the dents and
scrapes along the aft section. “It appears to have sustained damage.”
“My thruster gimbal got damaged
when I kissed an asteroid evading filthy pirates. They didn’t catch me,
though.” She grinned. “Hey, you new around here? Don’t remember seeing you
before—and I sure would remember seeing you.”
He arched his dark eyebrow.
She raised her hand, palm
outward, in the traditional indie greeting. “Celara d’Enfaden.” As he stared at
her with green eyes as sharp and clear as veridion, she raised her own eyebrow.
“And you are . . .”
When he reached into the pocket
of his work uniform and pulled out a zircan leather folder, she groaned before
he even opened it. She knew what the folder contained. A shiny gold badge,
carved with an intricate array of stars, swirls and a tiny red jewel in the
center. The insignia of the Coalition.
“I am Administrator Trevarr
Jovano.” He snapped his fingers and two armed Security personnel stepped out of
the shadows of the Agilean Speeder. “I am impounding your ship and confiscating
your cargo.”
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