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SFRB September Showcase

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The Science Fiction Romance Brigade Showcase is a great chance to find new Sci-Fi romance authors and books. For September, I’m sharing an excerpt from PROMISE THE STARS, book 5 in the Corwint Central Agent Files series. Please be sure to check out all the authors in this month’s showcase by clicking here, and find links to free science fiction romance books at the bottom of this post. Thanks for reading!

About PROMISE THE STARS

After watching Ethan, Torque, Hank and Merik all flounder when it came to love, Brom made himself a promise: Whenever he found the girl who totally turned his universe upside down, he would go after her with everything he had. Then, he met Nikkandri, who flipped his entire world sideways so hard, he wasn’t sure which way led forward. Keeping his own promises about not stumbling through love may have been easier said than done.

Nikki’s been to the deepest pit of darkness and lived to tell about it. Now, a promise to her father brings her back to where it all began: Thetos – where a buried secret awaits her return. Despite her independent, defensive nature, she lets Brom into her world and under her skin bit by bit. With her Trexen biology clawing its way into fruition, including unwanted side-effects like mind-reading and a deadly temper, she must fight with herself as she battles memories of her father and shadows from her past. The more she reveals to Brom, the faster she expects him to leave. She quickly learns Orellians don’t give up so easily, and Brom’s as stubborn as Orellians come.

But someone’s been waiting for Nikki’s return and the secret she guards. Its discovery could set the foundations for peace across the sector, or it could renew the call for war. In the wrong hands, even the best intentions can lead to catastrophe.

PROMISE THE STARS – Excerpt

Be a good friend first, then see where it leads. He could do that, right?

The bathroom door clicked open as the elevator lift door dinged. After picking up the robe and food order from the automated lift, he walked back into the main room and looked toward the hallway. It took everything he had not to drop the take-out bag. Staying content with being a good friend would’ve been so much easier if Nikki hadn’t been so damn cute.

She was standing just outside the bathroom door, an uncertain look on her face and her cheeks flushed from heat. One of his huge, Orellian-sized black towels was wrapped around her body below her armpits, with one arm crossing her chest, and her small fist clenching the fabric. Her black hair was slick with moisture, a few rebellious strands stuck to her sharp jawline. The towel came down to her ankles, and despite how hot she looked half-naked and wet, he had to laugh.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, do you?” Her black-eyed scowl narrowed, but he could see the way her lips were twitching to hold back a smile. “Seriously, hand me a needle and some thread. I can make a damn dress out of this thing!”

Her sass only strengthened his laugh as he set the take-out bag on the counter. “Sorry about that. I’ve never actually had a guest stay over before.”

“Seriously? So, what should I expect from the guest room? Some gigantic bed that’s going to swallow me whole?” She walked over, clutching the top of the heavy towel with one hand, then slapped his arm with her free hand. “Stop laughing! Oh, is that crezni stew I smell?”

“Yeah.” He tried handing her the fluffy white poolside robe, but she ignored it and sniffed the take-out bag. Setting the robe aside, he began unpacking the food. “There’s this little Hedarion cafe down the street. Best damn hajtchas you’ve ever had, I swear.” The look in her eyes as she watched him unwrap the food took the laughter from him. “Something wrong? Shit, do you not like crezni and hajtchas?”

“I do,” she nodded, her voice quiet. “It’s just been a while.”

“Since you’ve had hajtchas?”

“Since I’ve had anything this normal.” She glanced up at him then quickly away to the windows on the back wall. “Sorry. Guess I don’t know how to do ‘normal’ anymore.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Nikki.” Watching her with heartrending concern, he wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder. Desperately, he wanted to pull her into his arms and give her comfort. Merciful Fates, he wanted to remove that towel and show her that it could all be normal – the two of them, together; that he would protect and cherish her like she deserved.

But, he figured that would be way too much, too soon. So instead, he quietly fixed up two plates of food and carried them into the living room. Setting them down on the coffee table, he motioned for her to join him on the couch. To help her find some sort of normal again, he’d start by offering friendly company and, hopefully, someone she could trust.

And if that’s all she ever wanted from him… Inwardly, he frowned at the idea, but he accepted the possibility. Having a friend like Nikki, though, would be better than not having her in his life at all. Wherever this relationship between them went, it was damn sure going to be an unsteady ride, but she was well worth however long it took to get there.


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SFRB Showcase: Corwint Central Agent Files Returns!

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This post sponsored by the
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May 2016 Showcase!

A long, long time ago
in a galaxy far, far away…

…I began a journey with my space opera romance series, the Corwint Central Agent Files. After releasing 4 full length novels and six novella side-stories in two years, my muse decided to take a break from the Corwint Universe. It’s now been two years since I released book 4: Breathe Into Existence; two years too long. I’m so grateful to my readers who have asked me when the next book would be released and who offered words of encouragement when I could offer only uncertainty in return.

Truth be told, there was a brief time when I decided to not continue with the series. I’m not 100% happy with the earlier books, how they were written (as my debut works), and I certainly would have written them differently if I were to write them today. But, despite myself, the artist, being dissatisfied with them, I continue to receive encouraging reviews and feedback, as well as requests for Book 5. I’ve realized that I am, and will forever be, my toughest critic; that I can’t change what was and should focus on where I’d like to go. It’s been exactly two years to the day when Breathe Into Existence made its debut, and I’m ready to do as the Vesparians do and keep moving forward.

Book 5: Promise the Stars is coming.

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About Promise the Stars:

After watching Ethan, Torque, Hank and Merik all flounder when it came to love, Brom made himself a promise: Whenever he found the girl who totally turned his universe upside down, he would go after her with everything he had. Then, he met Nikkandri, who flipped his entire world sideways so hard, he wasn’t sure which way led forward. Keeping his own promises about not stumbling through love may have been easier said than done.

Nikki’s been to the deepest pit of darkness and lived to tell about it. Now, a promise to her father brings her back to where it all began: Thetos – where a buried secret awaits her return. Despite her independent, defensive nature, she lets Brom into her world and under her skin bit by bit. With her Trexen biology clawing its way into fruition, including unwanted side-effects like mind-reading and a deadly temper, she must fight with herself as she battles memories of her father and shadows from her past. The more she reveals to Brom, the faster she expects him to leave. She quickly learns Orellians don’t give up so easily, and Brom’s as stubborn as Orellians come.

But someone’s been waiting for Nikki’s return and the secret she guards. Its discovery could set the foundations for peace across the sector, or it could renew the call for war. In the wrong hands, even the best intentions can lead to catastrophe.

Preview

Well, that certainly could have gone better.

Recovering from her tantrum, Nikki had her arms crossed against the back of Brom’s shoulder as he carried her, ass-backwards, down the maze-like halls of Central Labs. She’d just wanted to say goodbye to Orynn, but then those damn security guards…and Brom being there…and seeing Orynn so broken… Stars above…

Nikki exhaled a long breath, trying to calm her nerves and coax her claws to unclench Brom’s shirt. At least she’d stopped shaking three left-turns ago. She wasn’t sure where they were going, but she really didn’t care. As long as it was out of Central, she would be fine with it. “Where are you taking me, you big limik?”

“My place.”

“What?” Nikki blinked and started to squirm out of his grasp.

“Hold still.” He chuckled, pausing at a doorway to swipe his keycard. “I got a spare room, and you’re supposed to be in bed. It’s just a few blocks from here, so you’ll be close if you want to visit. Or, would you rather stay?”

Anywhere but… “I’m sure I could find a hotel.”

“You got the credits for it? Hotels in this part of town start at three hundred a night.”

She frowned and settled back down. Dammit. She could probably steal the credits from a Central terminal, but she didn’t want to disappoint her Aunt Jehdra. At least, not more than she already had. “No. But, my name’s not Charity anymore.” Nikki growled out the nickname Jarren had given her. “I can make my own way. I always have.”

“I know, and it’s not charity, Nikki. Just let me help you, as payback at least. Just until you get set up with a Central account, and trust me, Jehdra has been on their ass about how good an agent you’d be.”

She rolled her eyes as he continued carrying her downhill into the belly of the parking garage. “Yeah right. What’d she put under my skills column? File theft and fraternizing with the enemy?”

Instead of answering, he set her down next to an older model motorcycle. Straddling it and propping it up, he scooted back on the seat. “You’ll burn your legs on the exhaust in a skirt like that, so you’re sitting in front.”

She eyed the motorcycle – it was a sweet, classic ride; the kind of bike you didn’t see often outside an auto museum. Then, she eyed the big Orellian straddling it, and fuck did her Trexen half respond to that like a flash of boiling water. The lust that roiled over her nearly had her knees collapsing. Digging her fingernails into the meat of her palms, she begged her calmer Hedarion side to keep the emotionally unstable Trexen side on a shorter leash.

“Nikki?” Brom’s deep voice, lined with readable concern, made her heart flutter.

A much shorter leash. Inhaling, she put one hand on her hip and did her best to appear unfazed. “You’re really not taking no for an answer, are you?”

The look he gave her was a resounding ‘no’; and she may have actually read that thought from his head, too. It was getting hard to tell what she was hearing from the minds of others, and what were her own disjointed thoughts. With a huff, she straddled the seat in front of him. When he tensed behind her, she intentionally edged back against him and held onto his thighs. “Fine. Everyone knows whores prefer it from behind anyway.”

His body stiffened at her crass comment as he pressed his thumbprint into the engage button on the right handle and revved up the bike’s low-tech combustion engine. “I recall us agreeing that you’re not a whore.”

“Did we?” Nikki’s weak bravado fractured further, but she wasn’t ready to let her heart relax. “Was that before or after we pretended to fuck in my room at the brothel so Jarren wouldn’t suspect you were a secret agent?”

He maneuvered the bike out of the parking space in a jerking motion, his biceps flexing on either side of her. She could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. It made her own unease flare, and she thought she might suffocate from it. Yeah, she was being a snippy bitch about the whole thing, and it was the exact opposite of what he deserved, but it was keeping him at a safe, manageable distance.

The distance evaporated as he stopped his bike on the exit ramp, leaned forward against her and whispered in her ear. “You’re a strong, beautiful woman, Nikki, and there’s no man in this universe who could ever make you into a whore, least of all a psychotic shit-stain like Jarren. The man is dead. Don’t let him drag you down into the grave with him. You’ve got a chance at a fresh start, and I’d like to help you with it, if you’ll let me.”


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When the words won’t come

Writing can be a fickle undertaking. Some days, the words pour out of you, keeping you typing away at your keyboard from sunup to sunup. Other days, you end up sitting at your computer, staring at a blinking cursor on a word document for hours. For the past few weeks, it’s been the latter for me. I sit down, open up a WIP, and the words won’t come.

I’ve thought up a number of excuses for why the words won’t come: The weather. Having too many ideas. Lack of focus. Pain in my wrists and hands. Restlessness. They’re all probably contributing, but identifying them hasn’t helped solve the problem. Frankly, I don’t know how to fix whatever’s been broken inside me that’s caused the words to go away.

Stared holesWhatever the cause of my current writer’s block, it’s led me to a point where I can’t foresee when my next book may be released or what it might be about. I’ve started Book #5 for both The Stables and Corwint Central Agent Files, and they each have about 20k words completed. I’ve started a new sci-fi romance called Black Water Rising. I’ve started a few LGBT romances. I’ve started a lot of things, but I can’t seem to get my brain to focus on or finish any one thing. All I can really do is continue to dredge through this, typing a hundred words at a time, and wait for it to, hopefully, pass.

Sometimes, the words won’t come, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.

I wanted to give my readers a heads up, apologize for delays, and thank you for your patience.

I’ve also put a few of my books on sale, hoping to stir up a bit more interest and, in turn, get me excited about writing again. RIGHT BACK WHERE (Welcome to Alvarado #1), the Heartland Briefs omnibus, all the Corwint side-stories, all the Celestial Seasons books, and a few others are now on sale for $1.00. I don’t know how long they will be at this price; maybe until this restless feeling leaves.

Best place to find the books that are now on sale for $1.00 is on my Amazon Author page.

And, if you have read any of my books, I’d greatly appreciate it if you left a review – even just a simple “hello, I read your book!” would be an amazing thing to see.

Cheers all, and happy spring!




Excerpt: In The Wind (Welcome to Alvarado #3)

InTheWind-480IN THE WIND (Welcome to Alvarado #3) will be released March 22nd at all vendors. I’m having a fun time writing this book, but it also deals with some things that are a struggle to put down on paper. For the first time, I’m dealing with an asexual-leaning main character in a romance novel. I want to be respectful to those who identify as asexual, meaning they don’t feel sexual attraction to either sex, while also dealing with the issues of labels themselves – how people are unique and that someone who may be identified as asexual may not fit that definition completely; how everyone’s romantic and sexual experiences, desires, needs and perspectives are an individual journey that can’t be defined by a dictionary. As always, a big thank you to my readers and friends who continue to encourage my exploration of non-conformative themes.

 

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Sometimes you have to get good and lost before you’ll have any hope at finding yourself.

Dustin Hunter has returned to Alvarado after seven years of military service and one bad shot that shattered his self-assured ego. Struggling to forget what he left behind in the desert, he finds himself drifting in the wind, homeless and without direction. When the wind blows something unexpected his way, he has to decide if he’s ready to feel emotion again and deal with what he lost in the sand.

Scott Weller’s red hair, strange clear blue eyes, glasses and mechanically inclined intellect have always made him the perfect lure for bullies. Despite being well past the age of school yard harassment, Scott’s reoccurring bruises don’t go unnoticed by his friends and the newly returned Dustin. Scott’s easy smile and calm voice give Dustin a needed sense of peace, and Scott’s blushing freckles make Dustin feel something he never has before.

As the desire to protect Scott grows, Dustin finds himself in a different kind of war. An unsettling wind is blowing through Alvarado, dividing families and bringing change. When the dust settles, the small town of Alvarado will never be the same again.

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“Can you hand me that 7/16th socket?” Scott asks from behind the washing machine. He’s been here for nearly three hours, taking the washing machine apart, rebalancing the drum, cleaning the old parts and putting it all back together again.

“Here.” I fish the socket out of his toolbox and hand it over. With nothing better to do, I’ve been out in the garage with him the whole time. I don’t know much about machines, aside from the maintenance tasks I had on base, but Scott seems to really love his work. He can certainly hold his own in a conversation about them.

“Thanks.” His grease-covered, calloused fingertips brush my palm as he takes the socket.

The unexpected way the touch sends a buzz over my hand and up my arm has me taking one step back. Like an invisible tether, Scott’s grease-smudged cheeks and friendly smile make that step back a hard one to take. I feel like I’m fighting with myself over something I can’t quite pin down, but the more time I spend with Scott, the more I believe it’s got something to do with him.

His eyes shift from mine back to the machine. “That should be just about it. This old machine will probably run better than one of those new ones they cheaply slam together. Can’t tell you how many of those things, barely a decade old, I have in my yard. Machines aren’t made to last like they used to be; they’re made to wear out so you gotta buy a new one.”

The socket-wrench clicks as he pauses to take a breath. His mouth runs longer than I think I’ve ever heard a man talk. But, it’s not such a bad thing. I haven’t exactly been in a conversational mood for the past few months, preferring one and two-word answers, or grunts if that works. Scott’s carrying the conversation for the both of us, filling in the silent spaces that I’ve come to dread because those silent moments give my brain a chance to start running through things I don’t want to think about.

And, there’s something about his voice… I don’t rightly know what it is, but it seems to ease all my nerves, letting me settle for a bit. It’s calm. Unrushed. Passive, but with a hint of joy when he’s talking about the things he loves, like this old washing machine and being able to fix it.

“There we go.” He stands up, dusts off his hands then starts dropping tools back into the box. “Wanna slide her back and plug her in?”

“A girl, is it?” I attempt a joke, trying to meet him at least somewhere in the middle when it comes to holding a conversation. It feels like I’m failing at that like everything else lately. So, I do one thing I am good at – moving a heavy-ass washing machine across the garage floor to the square-shaped stain on the concrete, then I plug it in.

“Shoot,” he chuckles. “Could be a boy, I guess. Don’t really think much on it, to be honest, but either way, it’s a damn good machine that just needed a little TLC.”

Withholding my skepticism, I put in a load of towels and turn the machine on. It begins filling up with water, quicker than I remember it doing so yesterday. Scott steps up behind me, smelling of machine oil, sweat and some kinda spicy deodorant. It ain’t unpleasant, but I back away to give him space.

That tether pulls tight again, everything in my bones telling me to stop backing away. I try to make a truce with myself by staring at the freckles dancing up the back of Scott’s neck. Confusing as it is, that works and my body relaxes back into a happy equilibrium.

Thankfully oblivious to my irrational mind, Scott lifts the lid I’d closed and tests the water temp. “These old ones don’t have lid locks,” he says. “The newer ones are a pain in the ass to test and work on. Half the parts are plastic.” Shutting the lid again, he kneels down and tugs an adjustable wrench from his back pocket before fiddling with the washer’s feet. “This old floor ain’t exactly level.”

“Nana used to shove an old copy of Home & Garden magazine under the front left leg.”

Scott glances up to me with a smile. “Most folks don’t know the legs are adjustable, so they stuff all kinds of stuff up under ‘em to keep them from wobbling, which usually leads to early rusting.”

Don’t know about the washer, but my legs are feeling a bit wobbly and I’m back to being confused. Something about the way he’s down on his knees, grinning up at me with those freckled cheeks, and his glasses sitting a little crooked; it’s got me trying to remember what it’s like to feel a connection to another human being. Without thinking, I reach out and adjust his glasses for him. His cheeks flame red in a heartbeat, and damn if that don’t make my legs all the more unstable.

“Thanks,” he says with a duck of his head. “Damn things are always getting sideways, covered in grease, or sliding down, or fogging up, or…well, if I could wear contacts, I would.”

“I like them.” That simple statement flies outta my mouth faster than I’m expecting. It wasn’t supposed to have been said out loud at all, but my mouth and I have been on awkward terms lately. Which is why I tend to grunt more than talk.

“Thanks.” His embarrassed smile, lowered copper eyelashes and stooping posture reminds me of those days before baseball and war again, and I wish I could bottle that feeling up and carry it around with me all the time.

He seems uncertain what to say now, though. The fact that I’ve quieted the chatterbox worries me. Making the guy feel uncomfortable wasn’t my intention. My mouth has a habit of saying stupid shit lately, and my body keeps feeling things I don’t know what to do with. One minute I’m completely numb, then the next I’m feeling too damn much. Right here, though, in this moment with Scott, I swear I’m grasping at something I ain’t felt in years.

Peace.

If I could just hold on to it… Wrap my hands around it and… And now I’m staring at him, and he’s staring right back at me with a question in his eyes I don’t know how to answer.

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2015 Year in Review

Looking back at 2015, I have to take a moment to breathe and say ‘well, holy crap‘, because it was an amazing year. The year flew by in a dizzying flurry of writing, publishing and planning.

Total words written in 2015: 346,141

Total works published in 2015: 18

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2015 was a year of novellas, short stories and anthologies. I did publish two full length novels, but the majority of my published works were under 20,000 words. It was fun to experiment with shorter stories and take part in anthologies. For 2016, I do plan on working on a few novellas, but my goal is to focus mainly on full length novels, including finishing up The Stables series and starting the second arc in the Corwint series. I’ll also be continuing Welcome to Alvarado, my most popular series to date.

Heading into 2016, I want to thank all my readers, friends and supporters. Without you, I would be writing stories that are never heard, and I’d probably be working at a job I hate instead of doing what I love for a living. You all help make this dream a reality, and for that I am forever grateful.

To my fellow authors – I hope your 2015 was spectacular, and I wish you luck and success in 2016.

Happy New Year, everyone!

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