I try, I really do, but my free time is fragmented, and usually sparse. I sneak in time late at night, when it’s mostly quiet here, getting a few words typed out so I can call myself a writer and an author. Sometimes, more than one project clamors for my attention, which is exactly the reason my next release has been pushed back to summer. At this point, it still looks like Tau Scorpii will be it. In celebration of having that particular story back where it needs to be, an excerpt. Not yet edited, but it’s one of my favorite scenes.
The setup –
When Taryn rescues another human from a marauding band of Caeruleum, she is reunited with clansmen from her past. It puts her at odds with their new chieftan, as well as her own partner, a powerful privateer. They discover there are more imminent problems, ones they cannot control and must unite to survive. Easier said than done, when each of them are strong-willed, intense, and have their own plans to set in motion.
Sedna is home to hundreds predatory alien species. Humans are one of them. They’ve been there long enough to adapt, but not so long that all of them have forgotten, it’s not their world. The weather is changing. Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain.
What’s going on here –
Taryn is reunited with a pair of warriors she knew as a child. They are all taken by surprise, and a few other emotions none of them expect.
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“Where is Skye?”
They both looked around. “He was talking to the women with the spit pig, in front of the well-house,” the other spoke up, pointed back the way they’d came.
“Thank you,” she offered. Of course he was talking to the women. She remembered, there were always females following him around. As a child, she hadn’t given any thought to it. He and Ianto guarded the Keep for her father, and when the storms came, they’d let her sit in the kitchen with them, playing cards and drinking ale. Sometimes they even let her have a bit of ale. Years later, Taryn was certain her father, or perhaps one of her brothers, had given them permission. She smiled at the memory.
He was leaning against the wall, laughing with a pair of women who weren’t watching the spit, they were watching Skye. In her memory, he was taller. Now, his dark hair was long, he wore leather armor rather than desert garb, and it didn’t seem to her, for a moment, that any time had passed.
Ianto caught her arm. “Come on, then,” he strode forward with her, grinning like he had good sense about him, Garrett on their heels.
“Where did you find her?” Skye greeted, smiling upon seeing a stunning young woman with his friend.
Taryn remembered that smile, too. “I found you,” she told him.
Letting go, Ianto shook his head and crossed his arms, “I knew her the moment I saw her.” He paused, waiting for some sign of recognition. Nothing. “I knew her by her eyes, first.”
Their gaze met. “I’m Taryn,” she said quickly.
“Taryn,” he repeated, clearly disturbed by the revelation, his face frozen. “They told us you were dead.”
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Yes, I redid the cover. Summer 2019 release, I hope to have a solid date soon. I’m also moving sometime this summer, so please bear with me. In the mean time, the first trilogy of The Wildblood is on sale for 99c each.