SFR Brigade August Showcase


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As for me – The Wildblood series is finishing up – forever? I don’t know.  I’ve got a Science Fiction Romance on deck! No, it really is. I wasn’t that surprised, but I thought the previous one would go that way. Apparently, the post-apocalypse took over and blotted out the theme, mostly.

The new one doesn’t have a real name yet, I’m using Tau Scorpii: Book 1 until I think of what to call it. Here’s what I’ve got so far.

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When Taryn rescues another human from a marauding band of Caeruleum, she knows they won’t be happy that their hunting party was interrupted. She also knows, the male human is as likely to be as angry and unforgiving as his former captors. On Sedna, the desert isn’t safe for aliens. The catch is, most species on the planet are alien, including humans.

Garrett is a warlord of a rival clan, and while they aren’t enemies, they aren’t allies either. That is, until they uncover a scheme that would destroy his home and make them all slaves to the merciless barbarians.

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Great outline, right? No worries, I’ve had the entire plot in my brain for ages. Now I have to flesh it out. It’s more complicated, too. I like giving my readers a surprise, here and there. And I’m really happy, plus a little nervous, about crossing in to romance. I have no idea what heat level this will be. Time will tell. I’m a few thousand words in and still world-building.

It’s exciting, starting a whole new project. The Wildblood has been in the works for nearly 2 decades (that’s for another blog post), and I’m a little sad it’s over. Tau Scorpii promises new worlds, new characters, and new conflicts. I think I’ll have fun! Shooting for an early 2018 release date. Here’s a snippet, subject to editing, of course!

Taryn is about to break Garrett out of a camp of Caeruleum, who are large and barbaric hunters. Garrett is injured and Taryn isn’t a warrior, but she won’t leave him to die, even though they are strangers. He’s still human.

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“Can you travel?” Taryn whispered.

“I damned well have to, because we both know what happens when they wake up,” Garrett answered, an unfamiliar accent to his voice.

“Do we need to head west, or south?” she tried not to sound overly concerned, sawing on the tough, heavy rope. Southern clans were one thing, but the western ones, there might be a concern. Some were aggressive, even with other humans. Rumor had it, they were involved in slave trading, and burning out villages on their borders. As far as she knew, they were just rumors.

“Do you have a crawler?” he countered.

“Near here. If you can’t walk, we can’t get there.”

Even sprawled out in the sand, both wrapped in layers of protective clothing, it was obvious he was taller than her, at least two hand spans. There would be no contest of strength, if he was uninjured. Taryn had survived by knowing her enemy, and outwitting them. Dragging him across the desert might be a problem, however.

“Unless you have a better knife than that piece of bone, we aren’t going anywhere.”

Taryn looked at the blade. Old, dull, bone. She planned on trading for a metal one, when she could afford it. What some traders wanted, she wasn’t willing to offer. For a moment, the choice didn’t seem so wise. Her job, the one she told others about, was to move around the territory, record and observe, to guide travelers. Not sneak into Caerule camps.

“I don’t have another knife.”

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Yep, up a creek. Figuratively. There are no creeks on Sedna. You can keep up on my progress at my website, and find available books there. Thanks for stopping by.

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