Monday, July 2, 2012

Nightfall Book Tour and Sneak Peek Excerpt

Nightfall, the first book in my Cy'ren Rising space opera trilogy, releases on August 7th. To kick things off I'll be doing a two week online book tour.


Fun stuff!

I know you're thinking, "Robyn, what is this Nightfall you speak of?" It's a departure from my normal paranormal stories, but it has the same sort of epic action and adventure that the Bad Witch books feature. Also, bonus red-hot love scenes! Allow me to share the blurb:

When a wounded runner stumbles into her workshop, sculptor Talena Spenser’s comfortable, quiet life is shattered. Aiding the escaped slave risks losing more than just her freedom. She is in phase, when Cy’ren females are overwhelmed by the drive to mate.

Mordacki Loren, shadow sword of House Nightfall, knows the pain of losing a mate. He never intended to take another. But Talena, raised by humans with little knowledge of Cy’ren ways, leaves him no choice. As the mating lust consumes them, Dack promises to honor her wishes—even if that means letting her go.

Scarred and hardened by a munitions accident that sent her Alliance career up in flames, Carmen Hawke joined the Cy’ren resistance as captain of the flagship Talon. When old flame Dack returns from a mission with Carmen’s childhood friend and first love, Talena, in tow, the temptation to allow someone—or two someones—close to her again cracks her emotional armor.

Pursued by an unknown enemy, the trio works together to discover the secrets of Talena’s past, and to uncover a threat that could destroy the fragile peace of the Cy’ren homeworld.

Warning: If the epic space battles, gunfights and swordplay aren’t enough to get you going, strap yourself in for a male-female-female threesome that’s scorching enough to fire your engines into overdrive.

You can read an excerpt from Chapter 1 at the Samhain site, but I wanted to share a bit more. This picks up where the Samhain excerpt leaves off:

Dack fired over the counter, and then he charged forward.

Talena hurried to keep up, but slowed when they neared Malenson. Dack knocked the man’s weapon aside and punched him in the jaw, and Talena turned to the airlock door and hit the release. The door opened, and Dack hustled her inside.

The ship was small, probably nothing more than a short-range shuttle, and she followed him to the two front seats in the cockpit.

“Strap in,” he ordered.

Talena fumbled with the harness as Dack flipped switches and punched buttons. Lights blinked to life around them, and the engines hummed in response. The ship jerked as it separated from the Trident, and Talena stared out the viewport as the water slipped away and they climbed into the open air. She hadn’t been off the Trident in two years, and she had almost forgotten what it was like to be above the water. The clear sky gave way to the blackness of space, and one of Aquantia’s moons slowly loomed ahead of them as the ship approached it.

“We’re going to land here and wait for pickup,” Dack explained. How could he be so calm when Talena’s heart was racing? “I’m ahead of schedule, so we have a few hours yet. Are you hurt?”

He touched her shoulder and she jumped. “Don’t,” she snapped.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“I’m not hurt. Just don’t touch me.”

“Sorry.”

He sounded sincere, and she almost regretted her tone. But a few hours together in this tiny shuttle…a fresh wave of lust washed over her, searing its way through her body. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. Helping him was going to cost Talena her freedom in more ways than one.

She kept her eyes shut until the ship shuddered as it touched down on the moon’s rocky surface. Then she unlatched her harness and retreated to the other end of the shuttle, putting a scant few feet between herself and Dack.

“It’s all right. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m in your debt,” Dack assured her. “The entire resistance is in your debt.” He held his hands up as though to show his good intentions, and she shook her head.

Talena fidgeted with the sleeves of her dress to keep her hands busy, because the urge to touch him made her fingers twitch. Need bubbled up from within her as though her blood boiled. Since the start of the phase she lived with the constant burn of desire simmering beneath the surface. Some days she visited the Trident’s clubs in search of a human lover to take the edge off, but it was only a temporary relief.

“You should have left me there. It is—was—my home. I could have convinced them that I was innocent. Captain Rutherford would’ve believed me.”

“No, they wouldn’t,” Dack argued. “They never believe us. A Cy’ren’s word is worth nothing in the Syndicate systems.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is. You just haven’t lived free.”

“But I am free! Or I was. Now I’m a criminal.” Talena held her head in her hands as tears welled in her eyes. She hated crying. It never solved anything, and it wouldn’t help now.

“You’re. . .you’re not a slave?”

“I was freed when I was six years old. The ship I was on strayed into Alliance territory, and an Alliance cruiser caught it and liberated everyone aboard,” she explained.

“Then why the scarf? Why hide your marks?” Dack sounded bewildered, and she stole a glance at him. His expression was horrified.

Knowing she couldn’t avoid it anymore, she tugged the scarf off and turned toward him. The left side of her throat bore her slave mark, but the right side—which should have displayed the marks of her ancestry, her house, and her mate’s marks—was blank.

“Because I’m unmated, and I want to stay that way,” she said.

“I understand. I’m not in the market for a mate.”

“It won’t matter. I’m in phase,” she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper.

Dack’s red eyes widened, and then he cursed.
A mysterious past, galactic political intrigue, and a steamy, angsty love story. I had a blast writing this one, and I hope you like it too. :)

Nightfall is available for pre-order from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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