Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands #1.3

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
Prompts for this week:
“That’s better than nothing.”

or "Give me a good reason not to…"

or "Your other left."

or "Are you watching that?"

or "You need a time out."

or "You’re awfully close to the ground.”

or "That’s better than nothing, I guess."

or "Walk away now."

or "How did he/she get up there?"

or use: board, snow, rack

or use: track, pilot, star

or use: box, light, ghost

or have your character step on a nail

or have a fire in your story

or have a character steal something

or have a race in your story 
or “That one almost got away…”
or “Necessity is the father of brilliant ideas”
or “You win some, you lose even more”
or “Of course I trust you, you’re my best friend”
or use a pig in a poke in your story

or “He’s the cock of the walk”

Chapter 1.3


“Everyone not Senior Staff evacuate the Bridge.” Artan yelled. “May our Goddess Ruim deliver you safely home.”

Varo watched his crew leave the Bridge. “Artan, can you monitor the pods to Yesrian space?”

Artan stabbed at a couple of buttons on one of the damaged Helm’s panel. “Sorry, Captain. That’s a negative. Certain parts of the panel aren’t functioning properly. I can tell you pods are vacating the ship, but I can’t track them to safety.”

“Understood.” Varo glanced at Artan. “Sarik, keep an eye on the pods for as long as possible.”

“Yes, Captain.” Sarik bent back over the panel.

“And Haus, are you able to track the enemy ships?” Varo asked.

“Yes, sir, but not visually. All I can access is a sonar map of the area.” 

“That’s better than nothing, I guess.” At this point anything was a gift.

Darn entered the Bridge. Her uniform was in disarray and a dark stain marred her cheek. The ponytail she usually kept her white-blond hair restrained in was a mess. “Reporting as ordered, Captain.”

“Good. Start checking nonfunctioning com panels. Maybe you can salvage some of the systems.”

“Yes, sir.” She hurried to the nearest panel.

Satisfied the other officers were busy, Varo motioned to Artan. Together they moved away from the other men. “Artan, am I correct in remembering there’s one extra pod?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Varo worked to keep his breathing level. “This is going to get nasty. I want Darn and Joff on that last pod. They have the least experience in warfare, and they’re the youngest. Thoughts?”

“I agree we should send them. Joff has a child on the way, and Darn has two mates at home. The rest of us aren’t mated and have no children.”

Varo nodded. The two were going to disagree, but he was Captain. His word was law. He knew what they were facing. If he could save the majority of his crew, then he would die happy. He’d heard too many vile rumors about the Helkans. He wasn’t going to become a slave if he could help it.

“Status?” Varo asked.

Sarik checked the Helm panel. “All but one pod gone.”

Haus frowned at his viewing screen. “The warbird is staying close to where the net went down. The fighters are approaching, but slowly. They are still quite a distance out.”

“Good.” Varo readied himself for the arguments coming his way. “Joff and Darn, I want you to take the final pod and go.”

“What? Sir!” Joff jerked around. “No, sir. I will not—”

Darn’s shout drowned out Joff’s. “Not going to happen, Captain. I refuse to leave the rest of you—”

Varo held up his hand and silence descended. “That’s an order.  I do appreciate the thought, but… You can go to the pods under your own steam, or I can have Artan stun your asses then put you in the pod. Either way, you will leave this ship.”

Both officers grumbled, loudly.

“Time’s running out. Go, or I’ll have you taken.” Varo nodded at Artan, who held his stunner. “I’m trying to save your fool lives, so get going.”

“Captain.” Joff’s lips trembled. “I would gladly stay, you know this.”

“We both would,” Darn added.

“I know, and I am honored by your willingness to give your lives. But…” Varo clutched both crewmembers by the shoulder. “I refuse, refuse, to allow those animals to take any more of us than necessary. I will not have one drop of your honorable blood shed by our enemy. Go back, and tell my father what you saw here. Tell him how the SSN collapsed. Maybe something good will come from this. Now, go.”

“May the Goddess Ruim keep you safe.” Joff clasped Varo’s hand.

“Sir.” Darn nodded. “We will tell your father how brave you were. Many voices will be raised in honor of your sacrifice.”

“I can’t ask for more.” Silently, he watched Darn and Joff leave the Bridge, with Artan closely behind them.

Sarik rested his hand on Varo’s arm. “They will live to fight another day, Captain. It was the right thing to do.”

“Too bad I couldn’t stuff you, Haus, and Artan on there too.”

Haus snorted. “Artan would have stunned you if you tried.”

“There is that.” Varo lowered his body into his captain’s chair. “Now we wait for the end, my friends.”

“It’s a good day to die,” Haus agreed.

“Be that as it may, don’t you hate just sitting here, waiting for them to decide our destiny. I wish… If I’m going to die, I’d rather it be on my terms.” Sarik waved his hand toward the blank screen. “We won’t even know if they plan to blow us up until… well, until they blow us up.”

Haus snickered. “Still so articulate I see, even in the end.”

Sarik narrowed his eyes at Haus. “Speaking of ends—”

Haus blanched, quickly glancing at Varo.

Varo rolled his eyes. “We’re about to be incinerated, and the both of you are worried if I’m aware you’re bouncing on each other? Not that it matters now, but officially I’m unaware. Unofficially? Neither of you are as stealthy as you think.”

Haus groaned.

Sarik just laughed. “Sorry about that, sir.”

“If I thought you were doing more than fucking, it might have been a problem. You know committed couples can’t serve on the same deck levels.” Varo shrugged. “But since it isn’t, I ignored it.”

“And glad we are you did.” Sarik slapped Haus on the back, a smile on his face. “Even if Haus is slightly embarrassed by you knowing.  I however, am not.”

Varo chuckled. “Sarik, you wouldn’t know embarrassment if it bit you on—”

“Captain?” Artan’s voice cut off Varo’s words.

Varo hurried to his captain’s chair and hit the in-ship com “Go ahead, Artan.”

“Darn and Joff are off.”

“Good.”

“Also, did you know Darn fixed the shuttle? She told me before they entered the escape pod.”

“I didn’t, no. When did she finish the repairs?”

“This morning, right before the cloud hit and everything went ass up.”

Excitement flooded Varo, and he glanced at Sarik. “Sarik, you may have just gotten your wish.” This was the break they needed. “Artan, stay there. We’re on our way to you.”

“Yes, sir. Artan out.”

Haus glanced at Varo. “What…?”

“Let’s go.” Turning, Varo ran to the elevator lifts, Sarik and Haus behind him. “We’ll have to take the shafts down to the shuttle bay since the cloud knocked out the lifts. Make it quick, gentleman, time is not our friend.”

Sarik jerked a panel off, exposing the shaft. One after the other, they descended the ladders in the narrow tubes that ran from deck to deck.

“Okay, what’s taking the shuttle going to do for us?” Haus huffed as he carefully positioned one hand after the other on the ladder. “The shuttle’s warp drive is probably messed up, as is weapons.”

“But it also runs on good old fashion fuel,” Varo volunteered.

“So?” Haus shook his long hair out of his face. “There’s not enough to get us home.”


“No, it won’t. But it will get us to the surface of the planet,” Varo said.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Harvest: Taken (2nd edition) print book is here



Good news! I have the print version ready to go on Amazon and it's offered for $10.44. :) It took a little while, but the book is back now. I owe a huge 'thank you' to Cia for all her hard work and help with the project lol.

The plan is to have book 2 out in January. :)

~M

Monday, October 13, 2014

Pride Promotions presents Most Beautiful Words by Raine O’Tierney and a Giveaway!



Book Name: Most Beautiful Words

Author Name: Raine O’Tierney

Author Bio:
Called "Queen of the Sweetness" (well, two or three people said it anyway!) Raine O'Tierney loves writing sweet stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and...friskiness?

Raine O'Tierney lives outside of Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author, SiƓn O'Tierney. When she's not writing, she's either asleep, or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers. Writing for 20+ years (with the last 10 spent on M/M) Raine changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Contact her if you're interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds!

Author Contact:
Raineotierney.com | Dreamspinner Press Author Page | The Hat Party (LGBT Author Interviews!)
Facebook Fan Page | Twitter

Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press


Blurb(s):
Twelve-year-old Autumn's world is shattered when her beloved Great-Pop, Tommy Johnson, suffers a stroke that leaves him comatose. With everyone around her resigning themselves to the inevitable, Autumn is the only one not willing to give up. She and Great-Pop have more secret stories to share with each other, after all. More stories about Roy McMillan—the great love of Tommy's life whom he lost fifty years ago.

Autumn struggles to keep Great-Pop on this side of death's door. But how can she compete with the beautiful and mysterious Valley—a place of surreal magic where the sun never fully sets? Especially when there's someone familiar in the Valley who will do everything he can to keep Great-Pop from returning to her.



Excerpt:
But Rook had no interest in waiting for permission. He’d come forward, snaking his arms around Toren’s sheet-covered waist and pulling him hard against his body. “It’s just a kiss,” Rook breathed before he put his lips against Toren’s. Should he protest? Had he protested? Toren couldn’t remember. In that moment there was nothing but Rook’s firm lips, gently teasing his own apart. Toren kissed back, tasting the other man, sucking at his bottom lip. Rook’s mouth was intoxicating, and quite suddenly, Toren forgot why he’d ever resisted. He liked kissing Rook. But after only an appetizer’s worth of his mouth, Rook pulled away. The sensation of their mouths pressed together lingered, and Toren was dumb with the moment. Lost on it. Uncertain what they’d even been talking about.

“Do you remember me now?” Rook asked.

“Mmn,” Toren agreed, warmth lingering on his lips. “Rook.”

Silence was his reply. The arms around his waist fell away, leaving him feeling cold.

Toren slowly opened his eyes to find he was standing alone, clutching his sheet, as Rook walked away from him toward the staircase.


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Now for the interview!



How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since the third grade (1993) when a girl in my class wrote/illustrated a booklet about bubblegum and I thought to myself, “I could do that better.” I’ve since gone my own way and left the bubblegum-writing to the professionals.



What advice would you give a new writer just starting out? 

Be brave! You’re going to come up against so much ‘no, no, no’ and ‘don’t, don’t, don’t’—internally and externally—that you just be the best lionheart you can and say, with confidence, “Don’t you mean, yes?”



Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

The first draft of Most Beautiful Words was written in 13 days for NaNoWriMo 2012. It then took an aching year of revision to craft it into the story I wanted it to be.

Plus, there’s a mention of trying to light a cow’s fart on fire, which I personally think is awesome.



What are you reading now?

I am, and feel that I have always been, listening to the audiobook of Stephen King’s The Stand. This is a first read through for me and I’m pretty sure that there is no ending and that King is literally writing the book as I’m listening to it and it will go on forever. That said, since I’ve spent months with these characters, when (if) the book ever does end, I’m going to have one helluva book hangover.



What's the weirdest thing you've ever done in the name of research?

Oh, I do weird research all the time…but the thing that comes to mind right now is the multitude of bathroom photos I’ve taken over the years. Specifically, bathroom stalls and lighting fixtures.



Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?

I do, but only because I always wanted to have a new and exciting name. I’m very lucky in that I’m able to reveal what I write to my friends, family, and colleagues—so Raine O’Tierney isn’t really for hiding. She’s for being glamorous! My boss actually came up with the O’Tierney last name. I wanted to be Raine Mondadori and she said, “Uh, aren’t you Irish?” and I said, “Pretty much 100%.” She found a list of Irish last names and I fell in love with O’Tierney.



Describe your writing space.

I call it my writing cove. I’ve got dried roses, absinthe, a 1940s Royal Arrow Typewriter, an apothecary set, urban decay photography, and original artwork. It’s my favorite place in the world.



What is the hardest part about writing for you?

Quieting the little voice in my head who insists that I am—and will always be—incapable of writing a novel.



What are you passionate about these days?

Making resin jewelry! Ooh, and pithy quotes. And pithy quotes inside of resin jewelry! Pretty much that.