Okay, it’s Friday, but I wasn’t able to round up a new
author for you. These author types are like Hobbits, somewhat shy and hard to
find. So, since I have nothing else for you I will post two excerpts from my
own work. The first is from Calan; book one in the St. John’s Series of romance
stories.
They checked out of
the motel and found a restaurant. Angela
went to buy more aspirin for Callie while Calan went to find a good table.
Angela paid for the aspirin and headed into the main dining room. She spotted
Calan sitting at a table by the window, and there was a fat guy bending over
her. Rage burned in Angela’s heart as she made a bee line for the table. Why
the hell isn’t Calan kicking this fool’s ass all over the room? Oh god, she is
too stiff and sore. She can’t move; she’s trapped. Quick Angie, think of
something fast.
Quick as a cat,
Angela slipped in front of the guy with her back to him. She hip checked him
out of the way as she bent over Calan and kissed her softly. Callie’s eyes flew
open in surprise and she froze, but only for a moment. The kiss was so loving
and gentle, her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted slightly as she
released herself to the kiss.
Slowly
Angela pulled her lips away from Callie’s. “Sorry that took so long, lover. Did
you miss me?
“I’ll have bacon,
two eggs easy over, brown toast and coffee, lots of cream and sugar,” she said
firmly as she turned toward the man who had been bent over Calan.
“I’m not your damn
waiter, you sick lezzie bitch,” snarled the man as he stalked away cursing to
himself.
“Oh my god,
Callie,” gasped Angela as she saw the strange look on Calan’s face. “I’m so
sorry, I didn’t think; I mean....” She
stopped as Calan gently squeezed her hand.
“Quiet, I’m savouring
the sensations.”
“Savouring the
sensations?”
“Savouring the
sensations of my first real kiss,” Calan replied with that dreamy quality in
her voice. “I’ll be thirty years old in
a couple of weeks and I finally got a real kiss.”
“Callie, I’m so
sorry,” said Angela, but Calan stopped her again.
“I’m not,” she
purred softly, “I want you to do it again.”
Just then a young
waitress bounced up to their table.
“Now,” she said with an impish grin, “was that one order of bacon, two
eggs easy over, brown toast, and coffee with lots of cream and sugar, or was it
two?”
Now here's an excerpt from my current WIP. If you have read
Assassin of Nova and Novan Witch you will be familiar with the characters.
Gorda slowly struggled out of the downed ship. Zartah was
close behind him. “Was that exciting enough for you, Zartah?” he asked as he
helped haul his friend from the smoking ruin of what was once a small fighter
ship. They clambered away looking for cover, but the ship didn’t explode.
Zartah put his back against a boulder and sank slowly to the
ground. “That was a wild ride all right, Gorda. Any idea what hit us?”
“None, but I’m willing to bet it wasn’t any random natural
occurrence. We were shot down.”
“Oh yeah, indeed we were shot down. What say we leg it out
of here before whoever sent us the welcome comes looking for this ship.”
“Agreed, my friend. Let’s go.” They headed into the forest,
climbing steadily up the steep ridge. Zartah, knowing he was crashing and that
he’d been shot down, had managed to steer the wounded ship into some difficult
terrain. The idea was to slow down the enemy as much as possible while making
an escape.
His comm unit crackled, sputtered, and then a voice came
through. “Micha to Zartah, come in Zartah.”
“Zartah here, Boss.”
“Status?”
“We’re alive and in relatively good shape, but the ship’s
lost.”
“Extraction?”
“No, Boss, we’re here, we might as well continue the
mission. We were shot down though; I don’t think we should leave that ship for
an enemy to find and scavenge.”
“Agreed. You clear?”
“Well clear, Boss.”
“Zartah, report in every twelve hours ship’s time. You miss
a report we’ll come in. Call if you need anything.”
“Understood, Boss. Zartah out.” A moment later they heard the
scream of an incoming shell. The remains of their poor battered ship was
obliterated in the blast.
As the echo of the blast faded Gorda looked at Zartah and
grinned. “Well, first man, we have an entire planet to search for a single man.
Where should we start?”
“Well, somebody shot us down, let’s start by asking them.”
“That sounds like a sensible plan. They’ll surely come to
investigate the blast; we could ask them then,” chuckled Gorda.
Okay folks, that’s it for Friday. I’ll have something more
for Sunday’s check-in. Hope you all have a great weekend.
Oh, it seems that Amazon no longer uses the like feature for individual books, but
it still works for the authors, so if you’re so inclined. Look me up and like
me; I'm friendly. J
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