Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Nightfall Print Release Party

Nightfall is now available in print and ebook! I'm celebrating with a few giveaways, but first, here's the blurb:

Her heart says "never". Her body says "now".

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 pick up your own copy of Nightfall at these lovely locations:

Want a chance to win your own copy? Of course you do! I'm giving away a signed copy at Goodreads.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Nightfall by Robyn Bachar


by Robyn Bachar

Giveaway ends July 12, 2013.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
Enter to win
But, for those of you who aren't fans of GR, I'm hosting a giveaway here as well. One lucky commenter will win a signed print copy of Nightfall of their very own, or, if the winner prefers, a copy of the ebook in his or her preferred format. Or both, if you're so inclined. To enter, simply leave your name and email address in the comments, and answer this question, "If you had your own space ship, what would you name it?"

Entries will be accepted until midnight Sunday, and the winner will be announced on Monday! Void where prohibited. Later, rinse, repeat. Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.

For your enjoyment, here's an excerpt:

“I can get you to your ship, but that’s all.” Talena sighed, feeling like an idiot for agreeing to help him. At least she was an idiot with a clear conscience.

Dack motioned toward the back of the workshop. “Lead on.”

“Fine. This way,” she directed.

Standing next to the store’s rear door, she punched in the access code and it slid open. Much to her relief, the authorities were not waiting on the other side, and the corridor was empty. The docking area was several decks beneath them. Usually she only traveled between her cabin and the shop, with occasional trips to the crew mess hall when she felt a desire for company and conversation. Talena was the sole free female Cy’ren on the Trident. The human crew avoided her, and she didn’t have much contact with her own kind. With any luck, this would be her last contact with a male for a very long time, or at least until her phase wore off. It had to end at some point.

The crew corridors were narrow, and Dack followed close behind her. Too close, in her opinion. When they reached the first security door, she pressed her palm against the reader. Her heart raced as the scanner glowed—what if Malenson had suspected her of aiding Dack? Would the door stay locked and trap them? After an agonizing moment the light blinked green and the door whooshed open.

“Nice and easy,” Dack commented, his voice low.

“What would you have done if I didn’t agree to help you?” she asked.

“Gone out the front door. Probably killed a few security people if they got between me and my ship.”

Talena flinched. He seemed so casual about the idea, she wondered if he had killed many people, and she fought back the urge to ask.

They hurried through the corridors and down to the docking deck. Crew members passed them, but due to the busy dinner hour most were too wrapped up in their own concerns to notice anyone else. Talena’s palms grew slick with sweat—either from fear or pheromones, probably both—and she furtively wiped them against the skirt of her work dress. Dack exuded an aura of calm, looking as though nothing was out of the ordinary. He moved without pain, and that was impressive, for the wound in his side must be agonizing.

When they reached the docking level, Talena hesitated at the door leading into the terminal. “This is as far as I can take you.”

“Come with me.” Dack placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shied away as though the contact burned.

Tempting, far too tempting. She licked her lips as she resisted the sudden desire to kiss him, stepped back and bumped into the wall behind her. “No. I’m happy here. At least I was, until you showed up. Now go.”

“Don’t you want to be free?”

Talena frowned. He thought she was still a slave? “But I—” she began, but was interrupted by the flare of a laser bolt exploding near them.

“The door,” Dack shouted as he drew his weapon and returned fire.

Talena slapped her palm against the scanner as a volley of bolts hit the walls around them. The door opened and Dack grabbed her arm and hauled her with him as he charged through it. More shots followed as they rushed into the arrival area, and crew and passengers scattered. The door shut and Dack blasted the scanner, jamming the lock and keeping the security team from following.

They hurried on into the terminal and more shots zinged their way, this time from ahead of them. Dack skidded to a halt next to an arrival counter and ducked behind it, pulling Talena down with him.

“Let go of me,” she demanded.

Dack peered around the corner of the counter and jerked back as a bolt scored the floor near him. “Malenson’s between us and my ship.”

“That’s your problem. Let go!”

“I can’t leave you here. They’ll arrest you.”

“You put a gun to my head. I think they’ll understand.”

The computer screen on the counter above them exploded, raining pieces of plastic over them. Dack grimaced. “The Eppes aren’t real understanding.”

Panic gripped Talena, and she struggled to breathe past the fear. He could be right—she didn’t know about this mysterious Eppes group, but the authorities might not care if she was coerced. She’d helped a runner, and now she was as guilty as he was.

“Stay behind me. I’ll clear the path, you get the door. Ready?” he asked.

No, she thought, but she nodded. Better to get it over with before she fainted from terror.

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.


Jennifer Mathis said...

i would name mine the fallen star

flchen1 said...

LOL! How fun, Robyn! Congrats on the release of Nightfall! Spaceship? It would depend a little... is it a "work" ship? Something like Explorer or Venture or Aspiration? Or is it for fun? Something like Lost? Lucy? Pie?

I know, I'm a complete dork! ;)

f dot chen at comcast dot net

Robyn Bachar said...

I'm pretty sure the Starship Pie would be allowed to dock anywhere it wanted to. :)