#8Sunday WeWriWa 05/07/17


Ahh, the weekend! I almost missed the signup this week. I had 11 minutes left. Take a few minutes, and check out all the amazing authors posting their snippets. The links are on the WeWriWa blog, and you won’t be disappointed.

My snippet. This is a first draft, of The Wildblood Book 3, so please keep that in mind. Problems cropping up for my characters, when they thought “things” were all taken care of. They were not.

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The radio signaled an incoming transmission, from The Vista.

“I’ve got it,” Shan called dibs. It was an unscheduled call, and she went straight to a headset, only mildly concerned.

Chris nodded and grinned, swiping a cup off the desk and indicating he was heading for the kitchen.

“Wait,” she said, feeling a twinge of . . . something, her genetically enhanced senses moving into overdrive. “Vista Dispatch, this is Cody Base, go ahead.” Nodding to herself a couple of times, Chris watched as her face froze into the unreadable mask she got when the business was serious. He put the cup down as she started writing on a pad of paper. The high-tech stuff they had, in Cody.

It read ‘Get Mick’.

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Yeah, being downright nasty to them, again. It’s not all doom & gloom. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

In the meantime, there are 3 books in The Wildblood series available on my website.

Asphalt road and dark storm clouds over it

SFR Brigade May 2017 Showcase


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This month, a new book, one that will actually have the ‘R’ in SFR. I don’t know if it will be ‘R’ rated yet or not. All this is in first draft, subject to typos, and revisions.

Tau Scorpii: Book 1

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.

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He might already be dead.

Taryn watched from the relative safety of the standing stones until the riders had moved away, knowing she was invisible, for now, in the stark landscape. The Caeruleum were known in the Near Desert for their love of hunting humans, and one of the group was certainly human. He hadn’t lasted long, in the mid-morning heat. They drug him across the sand, another two or three thousand paces, before the smaller captives began falling, forcing the caravan to stop.

Their solar-powered machines, dune crawlers, were common transportation, for those that could afford them, or steal them. This batch was varied, some three-wheeled, and some with only two, a few with windshields, a couple ready to fall apart in a strong wind, sitting out in the open, batteries charging. By the time Tau Scorpii B set, the marauders would have at least two feedings and one sleep. If they continued to move north, the captives were doomed to a life of slavery. A short life, in most cases. The human, even shorter, as they’d set him off on his own, before they continued on. They’d tracked him, kill him, and be on their way. It was routine, what they lived for. Find prey that could put up a fight, and hunt it.

Sedna had hundreds of non-indigenous species scattered across its massive continents, but no native ones. Humans, as the storytellers claimed, had been placed there a few generations earlier. Long enough to become acclimated, short time enough to remember where they came from. They were the only sentient species to give the Caeruleum a real challenge.

The standing stones marked the boundary of territory they claimed. She’d been looking for migration signs that signaled the start of spring, when the drama unfolded. Being familiar with the area, Taryn thought she had a fair to good chance of being able to sneak into the camp, and at least see if the human lived. After they ate, and well after they started into a sleep cycle. It would be up to him, if he would run or submit to his fate. Some males were particularly stupid, when it came to hiding from dangerous things.

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#8Sunday WeWriWa 04/30/17

I need to post some new words for you. This bit came out of nowhere, it’s a few pages, The Wildblood series, and I have no idea what to do with it. You get a teaser. First, go check out the WeWriWa blog. Authors and snippets everywhere!


OK. This is a private conversation between Shan & Mac. Their relationship is complex, to say the least. It takes place after the events in The Vista, and before Renegades.

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“When I was twelve, I thought we’d live together, forever. I imagined we had a yurt, up on the other side of the stables, so we could look out over The Vista from our front door. I’d raise herbs and you’d go hunting,” Shan mused.

“A couple hundred years ago, that might have worked out, for other people. Now that you’re twenty, everything looks different.”

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Yes, it does, our lives go on, and it will be beautiful. Sometimes, it will be horrible, and difficult. That’s just the way life is, for everyone, even us.”

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And there they are! As always, you can find all my eBooks and paperbacks on my website. I think next week, the new series gets a teaser!


WeWriWa #8Sunday 04/23/17

Here we are again, showing off some words. Want to see more snippets? Follow the graphic to the WeWriWa blog.


Now for my words. Wade & Shannon, discussing the state of the world. They’ve spent all their lives trying to figure out what might be, and now that they have a hint, they aren’t so certain they were right. From Book 3 of The Wildblood, WIP.

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“The war started first, but the flu did more damage. It’s not like Hiroshima in most places, it’s like The Black Death. All of the material things were left, technologies, homes, cities, everything except people. The entire world is out there, waiting for us to go find it.”

“But there are people.”

He agreed, nodding, “There are people. We’re going to go out and find them. The vast majority of those people are going to have no clue as to our genetic predisposition unless we’re stupid enough to tell them. None of us are stupid.”

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And that’s it for today. Book 3 is moving along, although, I suppose, I should seriously be thinking about a title. So many books, so little time.

You can find all the books in The Wildblood series here, plus a sneak peek at a brand new series.


WeWriWa 04/09/17

Ah! I survived my trek to the Trinity Site, and here I am. With some new words, too. Please check out the WeWriWa blog. You’ll find some amazing snippets there.


OK, my words. Book 3 of The Wildblood, in progress. Shannon and another officer, discussing Mac, their unusual abilities, and the current emergency, which is far larger than any of them are aware of.

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“You or I will have to go deal with that,” Shan said. “I didn’t know if he sensed anything, just now. When the call came in from The Vista, I wasn’t expecting anything, not like this. I put up those blocks to keep him from it, but it took me by surprise. He could have gotten some bleed over.”

“If he did, I don’t think he knows what it was,” Ballentyne agreed. “Neither do I.” Of the three, Mac’s abilities were certainly the most errant. Their psychic abilities were uncontrolled, for the most part, and erratic.

“I don’t know what to say,” she started.

“Start with what you know.”

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Yeah, I’m being pretty rough on them, in Book 3. If you’d like to catch up, all the other books in The WIldblood series are available in eBook and paperback formats.

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Asphalt road and dark storm clouds over it

A Day Off

So rather than go to work, or write, or listen to the wind (springtime in the desert), I’m going off on a day trip with the S.O. We’re headed for White Sands, and will have a tour of the Trinity Site. Seeing a bit of history. And I’ll see you next weekend.

Notes on Book 3

Book 3. What happened, 20 years ago!

“Vance came out of Texas, looking for allies, looking for Altered allies. He found Rafe. They were making plans to divide and conquer, probably before we were born. The problem was, most of those who gathered were Altered. The Altered were trained to be adversaries, to gravitate away from each other. Rafe was a Sixth, that made him different, and Vance couldn’t break away, no matter what he wanted.”

(Note to Self. Kaden, to Shan, Hunter, Lambert & Taylor 1 –Renegades.)

And if you want to catch up on the series, you can find all the current books of the series here – http://www.topaz08.com