SFR Brigade Presents is back, and I'm very excited to be a part of it this round. I'm sharing a bit from the opening of my space opera romance, Nightfall. In case you missed me squeeing about it, Nightfall recently won second place in the Fantasy/Sci-Fi category of the 8th Annual Passionate Plume Contest. w00t!
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Here's a Nightfall excerpt:
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
“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
“The door,” Dack shouted as he drew his weapon and returned
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
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
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.
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.
Nightfall is available in print and ebook from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Samhain Publishing.
Friday, September 20, 2013
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When I was in seventh grade, I won second place in Congressman Lipinski's All-American Boy and Girl Awards. Finalists were interviewed by a panel of judges, and I'm convinced that the answer that got me into the top three was my response to the question, "If you could meet anyone in history, living or dead, who would you pick and why?"
I picked Gene Roddenberry.
I picked Gene Roddenberry.