Tuesday, February 21, 2017

It's Release Day for Wild Card!



Wild Card is now available!

The game of love can change in a heartbeat when fate deals you a wild card. 
Technician Lieksa Kiv saw firsthand what the corporations did to their cyborg soldiers during the Resource Wars. Her job: repair their damaged cybernetic components and send them back into battle. When a stolen kiss reveals the truth about her charges, Lieksa sacrifices everything to protect the cyborgs' secret, including a future with the two men she's fallen for. 

Mack Darian and Dash Scudo aren't soldiers anymore. Inspired by the kindness of the woman who saved their lives and touched their hearts, they are defenders, instead. As Corporate Security, they're dedicated to protecting the citizens of The Drift from all threats, including each other.
 
When these three lives reconnect, the flames of passion burn white hot. But before they can hope for a future together, they must contend with old secrets and present-day challenges threatening to tear their world apart.


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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Sneak Peek at Wild Card



Wild Card comes out February 21st, but if you don't want to wait that long to get a glimpse of Dash and Mack's story, this is your lucky day.
Here's a sneak peak at Wild Card
CHAPTER ONE
“Lieksa!  Where are you? Damn it, why aren’t you answering your comm?” Her boss’s bellows were loud enough to rattle the walls of her tiny workshop.

Officially, her workspace was Astek Corporation’s Small Robotics Repair Laboratory, but the only one who called it that was the half-Torski male currently braying her name at the top of his lungs.

“I’m back here, repairing the service droid you said was a top priority because the stars might all go dark if the senior staffers had to go more than a few hours without their beloved robotic barista.”

“Forget the fraxxing coffee-bot. You’re needed at the med-center. They need your help with a patient.”

Lieksa finally raised her head, sweeping back a few stray locks of her red hair from her eyes with a frustrated swipe of her hand. “A patient? You mean they need me to fix a piece of equipment, right?”

Zale’s voice dropped to a fraction of its usual volume. “No, not equipment. You’re going to be working on a cyborg.”

Her heart froze mid-beat and her stomach clenched. She didn’t do that kind of work anymore. She opened her mouth to remind him, but he cut her off with a wave of his four-fingered hand. “It’s you or nobody. You’re the only qualified engineer currently on the station. If you don’t help, they’re going to lose him.”

That got her moving. She had enough blood on her hands already. “What am I dealing with?” Her mind was racing at light speed as she cataloged what she might need to treat a damaged cyborg and filled her toolkit.

“I don’t know much. Patient was shot multiple times, and his cybernetic systems are damaged. His medi-bots and the doctor have patched up his body, but without repairs to his cybernetics, he won’t make it. He’s a Corp-Sec officer. They were doing a pharma raid, and things went sideways.”

“That’s it? No information on what components were damaged?” she asked, already falling back into old patterns. Assess the subject. Determine a course of action. Implement. The only difference was the last time she’d thought that cyborgs were nothing more than machines. Now she knew better. He was a human being, and his life was in her hands.

Zale shrugged his massive shoulders. “That’s all I know. Hell, I think that’s all the doctor knows. Everything about those poor bastards is still a carefully guarded secret. You probably know more about cyborg physiology than anyone in the Drift. This request came from the highest levels. It lit up priority codes I’ve never even seen before. According to the request, you’ve been re-assigned. Your only job for the next while is making sure that officer makes a full recovery. There’s a Corp-Sec vehicle waiting for you at the main doors. They’ll have more information for you, but you need to move your ass.”

She grabbed a few more things off the back shelves, slung the bag over her shoulder, and jogged over to where Zale stood, his big body filling the entire doorway.

He stepped aside and dropped a hand onto her shoulder. “No matter what happens, don’t blame yourself. You’re already carrying enough guilt to have your own gravitational field.”

She shook her head in denial. “Hardly.”

Zale waited until she was halfway down the corridor before continuing, his voice back to its usual volume. “No one with your credentials would be down here in the bowels of corporate hell if they didn’t have a reason. Either you’re being punished, or you’re punishing yourself. Since I know you’ve turned down two promotions, I’d guess it’s the latter.”

She slapped her hand on the call button for the elevator. “If that’s true, then what are you down here for, boss?”

The silence stretched for so long she didn’t think he would answer her at all. It was only as the elevator doors were closing that he spoke again. “We’ve all got our secrets. You tell me yours, maybe I’ll tell you mine.”

A bitter laugh tumbled from her lips as she rode up to the main level. If Zale ever found out her secret, she would lose her job. If her corporate employers ever learned what she had done, the only place she would find work was on the automated garbage scows or medical waste freighters making runs to dump their contaminated cargo into the heart of some distant star. Some secrets were never meant to be shared.

The door opened, and she took off at a run, ignoring the stares as she bolted through Astek Corp’s crowded lobby and headed for the flashing lights of the corporate security team waiting to take her to the med-center.

* * * *

“Why can’t you do it, Alyson? You’re the best doctor out here.” Mack Darian paced the worn tiles of the medical center’s dingy hallway and tried not to think about the fact his best friend lay on the other side of the wall, unconscious and broken. When Dash recovered, Mack was going to kick his ass for letting himself get shot…again.

Dr. Jefferies shook her head, her every move slowed by fatigue and worry. “I’d do my best, but it wouldn’t be enough. I’m a doctor, Mack. I’m studying everything I can get my hands on, but I don’t know enough about cybernetics or robotics yet to try and repair your partner. It would be irresponsible for me to even attempt it.”

Mack didn’t want to hear it. Re’veth, the last thing he wanted was for some clueless corporate lab-tech to get anywhere near Dash. They’d been patched up several times during their time in the Resource Wars, and only once had they been treated with any kind of compassion or skill. And then she had betrayed their trust.

He stopped pacing the grim, gray hallway of the medical center, his hands fisted at his side as he tried to keep his frustration in check. He avoided places like this: med-centers, robotics labs, anywhere that reminded him of the past. The antiseptic stink of this place had his nerves on edge and stirred dark memories he had no interest in revisiting.

“I don’t trust anyone else, Doc. Not when it comes to him. Dash is my best friend, and I don’t want one of those lab monkeys messing with him. They can’t help themselves, they always end up fraxxing with things they shouldn’t just to see if they can make it better.”

“I’ll be observing. I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to Dash.” Alyson fixed him with a pointed stare and squared her shoulders. “He might be your best friend, but he’s also my patient. You’re going to have to trust me, Mack.”

“It’s not you I have a problem with. It’s those fraxxing techs. They have no idea how to treat us. No one does, because the corporations won’t release our specs, and the ones who helped create us sure as hell aren’t hanging out around this stars-forsaken place.”

“You’re wrong about that. There’s at least one of us fraxxing techs in the Drift. Hello, Doctor Jefferies. My name is Lieksa Kiv. I’m from Astek’s robotics division, and I’m here about the cyborg in your care.”

He knew that voice. Soft tones, speaking Galactic Standard but with the accent of someone born on Earth. It was her voice. Denial and hope hurtled into each other with the force of a speeding comet.

Mack turned to find himself staring at a ghost. One look at the beautiful woman standing in front of him, and he was nearly buried under a tidal wave of memories and long-forgotten feelings. A different place. Another time. A face he never expected to see again, yet somehow, she was here.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” he blurted, half expecting the woman standing in front of him to disappear.

“So are you,” she whispered back.

She was staring at him like he was the damned ghost instead of her, her glacier-blue eyes full of confusion and shock. Veth, she looked the same as he remembered her. Those petal-soft lips that had tempted him into giving up his greatest secret just for a taste. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into the same messy ponytail, and she still wore too-loose clothing to hide the sexy curves he’d explored time and again in his dreams. She was here.

Alyson cleared her throat. “I hate to interrupt this reunion, but if you don’t get in there and repair my patient, he will be dead, unlike the two of you. I’ve stabilized him for now, but there’s damage to his cybernetics I can’t treat, including some to his cranial implants.”
“Is it Dash? Hasn’t he learned how to duck yet?” she asked.

“You don’t get to make jokes, Lieksa. Not now. Fix him, and don’t you dare tweak anything while you’re doing repairs. You got me? Not like last time.” He was torn between yelling at her and wanting to wrap her in his arms and never letting go. She was alive. Somehow, their angel was alive…and she had a lot to answer for.

Her eyes darkened with hurt, and she dropped her gaze to the floor between them. “I wouldn’t do that. Everything’s different now.”

“You say that, but here we are again. We’re still getting hurt in the line of duty, and you’re still fixing us up like a good little corporate citizen. So, tell me what’s changed?”

She started to protest, and he cut her off with a shake of his head as he pointed to Dash’s room. “We’ll talk later. Dash needs you.”

“I will save him. You have my word.”

He’d always liked the way she spoke, in soft, soothing tones that put everyone around her at ease. “You made me that promise once before, and you kept it. I want to believe you’ll do it again.”

Her lips lifted into a brief, bittersweet smile. “No, Mack. Last time I promised to save you both.”

For a moment he thought she might reach for him, but instead, her smile faded and she turned to Alyson.

“What’s Dash’s condition? Do you have imaging of the injured areas? How are his medi-bots responding?”

The doctor replied with an almost nonsensical stream of medical terminology that made Mack’s head spin. The litany continued until they entered Dash’s room and the door sealed behind them, cutting off their conversation.

With a weary sigh, he wandered back to the bench where he had spent the last few hours and took out his data tablet. He wasn’t leaving until he knew Dash was out of danger, but that didn’t mean he had to sit around doing nothing. He had filed his initial report while Dash was in surgery. Now, he needed to figure out how the Drojo Cartel had known about today’s raid.

First, one of his best informants had reached out to him, claiming to have important information, only to die of a pharma overdose mere hours before their arranged meeting. Now, they’d been ambushed. Only a handful of people knew about the plan, and every one of them was a vetted member of Corp-Sec. His gut churned at the idea that of one them working with the cartel. It was an unforgivable betrayal of trust.

Thoughts of betrayal brought his mind back to Lieksa. She was the first human he had ever trusted, and she’d abandoned them. How could she stand there and claim she had never broken a promise to him after what she did?  He slammed a fist into the thinly padded bench, adding more bruises to his already battered body. His medi-bots would take care of the damage. That was their purpose. Microscopic nano-tech whose job it was to keep him healthy enough to go on fighting, no matter what.

Too bad they could only heal his body. When Lieksa had broken his heart, it had taken years to heal.

* * * *

Lieksa felt like her carefully constructed world had been shattered by a rogue comet strike. Her thoughts were tripping over each other, creating a bewildering tangle of questions she had no time to dwell on. She needed to stay focused. First, she had to repair Dash’s implants. Later, she’d worry about fixing the shattered foundations of whatever the three of them had once briefly shared. If that was even possible.

Dash lay on the bed in the middle of the room, unconscious and surrounded by machines that hummed and chirped as they monitored his status. His wavy blond hair was stuck together in bloodstained clumps, and she could see the bruising that spread from the wound in his right shoulder. The injury itself was already healing. That was one of the challenges of working on the cyborgs. Their nano-tech healed them so quickly that repairing them usually involved reopening their wounds. Any suggestions about creating medi-bots that could be temporarily deactivated had always been denied by the ones in charge of the war effort. Their logic was always the same. Why create a weakness the enemy could exploit?

She took in everything the doctor was saying as she reviewed Dash’s file, including images of the injured areas. There was definite damage to his implants, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t repair. Once she did a thorough examination, she could have parts created by the 3-D printers back at her lab. Zale might not have her background in cybernetics, but he was a damned fine robotics engineer.

She had to put aside her emotions and do the job at hand. Later, though… later she was going to have a very large drink while she processed the fact that Dash and Mack were both alive, here on the Drift, and at least one of them was convinced she had betrayed their trust.

Re’veth. What happened to her simple, quiet life? She’d come to the Drift to start over, to live small. Out here, no one cared about the past. Only the present mattered. It should have been the perfect place to get lost, but instead, it had brought her back into the orbit of the two men she had sacrificed everything to protect.

The doctor put a hand on Lieksa’s arm. “Are you going to be okay to do these repairs? I don’t know what the story is between the three of you, but it’s obvious you have a history. As Dash’s doctor, I need to know if you can do this. I won’t put my patient in your care if you don’t think you can. We’ll find someone else.”

Lieksa locked down her roiling emotions and met the doctor’s gaze. There was no judgment in the blonde woman’s eyes, only concern for her patient. “There isn’t anyone else on the station that can do it. If there were, they’d be here instead of me. I don’t normally do this kind of work anymore, but as it happens, I installed some of the implants I suspect are damaged. I’m probably the best person in the galaxy for this job. You can trust me when I tell you I can do this. I’ll save him. I have to.”

Dr. Jefferies nodded. “I needed to ask. I’m going to observe. I’ve been teaching myself everything I can about the cyborgs since I got here. I have several of them as patients. The more I know, the more I can help them.”

“I’ll be happy to explain everything I’m doing.” Lieksa glanced toward the door. “Mack will want a full report afterward, anyway. You can update him after I’ve done an initial exam and determined what needs to be done. If I need new parts, I’ll have them made at the lab and brought over. It’s been a few years since I’ve worked on a flesh and blood patient, I’d appreciate your help when it comes time to make the incisions.”

She looked at Dash again and felt a rush of sadness at seeing him this way, so quiet and still. He wasn’t a quiet man. It wasn’t in his makeup, or his programming. He was designed to gather information, which meant he was gregarious, charming, and heartbreakingly handsome. She was determined to make sure he’d be all of those things again, soon.

It wouldn’t be enough to even begin to balance the scales, but it would be a good start.




...The rest of the story will have to wait until February 21st


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Saturday, January 14, 2017

New Release - New Author!




Ambassador's Bride

C.J. Scarlett


Blurb:

In a dystopian future where humans have foolishly squandered Earth’s natural resources, the few remaining people are becoming desperate. Crowded in huge underground cities, they’ve finally come to the end of the line and they must decide whether or not they will trade the only valuable resource Earth has left... Women.

Being the daughter of a wealthy diplomat, Rose is blissfully ignorant of how the less fortunate live. Desperate to escape to a planet where she can enjoy the sun on her face and swim in clear unpolluted oceans, she vows to make herself the first bride to be mated to off-worlders.

When the Krylon delegation arrives, she realizes that in addition to being good stewards of their planet, eager for female companionship, and polite to a fault, the Krylon males are also drop dead gorgeous. Unfortunately, Earth’s population is vehemently opposed to the galactic mate’s treaty... will Rose and her soon to be Hot Alien Husband be able to make their escape from Earth?


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Friday, December 23, 2016

Cover Reveal - Wild Card

Wild Card
Book #3 in the Drift Series
Releasing February 21st, 2017


The game of love can change in a heartbeat when fate deals you a wild card.
Lieksa Kiv saw firsthand what the corporations did to their cyborg soldiers during the Resource Wars.  Her job: repair their damaged cybernetic components and send them back into battle. When a stolen kiss reveals the truth about her charges, Lieksa sacrifices everything to protect the cyborgs’ secret, including a future with the men she’s fallen for.
Mack Darian and Dash Scudo aren’t soldiers anymore. Inspired by the kindness of the woman who saved their lives and touched their hearts, they are defenders, instead. As Corporate Security, they’re dedicated to protecting the citizens of The Drift from all threats, including each other.
When these three lives reconnect, the flames of passion burn white hot. But before they can hope for a future together, they must contend with old secrets and present-day challenges threatening to tear their world apart.
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Monday, December 5, 2016

Sci-Fi Romance Giveaway



I've teamed up with more than 60 awesome  fellow science fiction romance authors to give away a huge collection of novels to you, our readers. One lucky reader will even win a new Kindle Fire!

You can win Double Down, book one in my series, The Drift, plus books from a host of other authors.

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**contest closes Monday, December 12th

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Dating fails and deadline wins

DATING

I was going to blog about my most recent foray into the dating scene, but a quick check of my archive showed me that while it has been a year or so since I last went down this path, the journey hasn't changed much. And so, instead of a full post, I'll stick to a synopsis and links to previous dating posts for your entertainment. *grin*

July 2015
April 2015 - Part 2
April 2015 - Part 1
December 2015 - Dear Santa - Part 2
December 2013 - Dear Santa - Part 1

Synopsis:

Girl contacts guy on dating site. Emailing goes well. They meet. Chemistry, yay!  And then, after seeing each other every weekend for more than two months, guy vanishes. No emails. No contact. POOF. Was he abducted by aliens? Hit by a bus? According to his dating profile, neither. He's still actively looking for his soulmate, he simply didn't feel the need to let me know it wasn't me. 

More fodder for my future romance series all about online dating gone awry. It's not just life experience, it's research!  *grins again*

I really do need to get working on that series...

2015's dating policy - Renewed for another year


DEADLINES

I am currently working on Wild Card, book #3 in The Drift series. I'm on track to have it finished ahead of schedule,  which means you can expect to see pre-order links out in the not so distant future, and a release date in February 2017. The characters in this book have taken on a life of their own, and I cannot wait to share their story with you. 


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Want a peek at what Wild Card is about? Here's the blurb.


The game of love can change in a heartbeat when fate deals you a wild card.

Lieksa Kiv saw firsthand what the corporations did to their cyborg soldiers during the Resource Wars.  Her job: repair their damaged cybernetic components and send them back into battle. When a stolen kiss reveals the truth about her charges, Lieksa sacrifices everything to protect the cyborgs’ secret, including a future with the men she’s fallen for.

Mack Darian and Dash Scudo aren’t soldiers anymore. Inspired by the kindness of the woman who saved their lives and touched their hearts, they are defenders, instead. As Corporate Security, they’re dedicated to protecting the citizens of The Drift from all threats, including each other.


When these three lives reconnect, the flames of passion burn white hot. But before they can hope for a future together, they must contend with old secrets and present-day challenges threatening to tear their world apart.






Saturday, November 12, 2016

Writing as therapy

Writing is a strange endeavor. It's usually done alone, but the result of that solitary labour is shared with everyone who reads it. It's the art of opening a vein and pouring our hearts onto the pages and trying not to make too much of a mess in the process.

It's a common joke among authors that writing is cheap therapy, and I know I'm not the only one who works through the challenges of my own life by writing them down and weaving a story around them to give myself a fresh perspective and sometimes, clarity or closure.

Some of you might have noticed that a couple of themes tend to show up time and again in my books: grief over the loss of someone important to my characters, and siblings who have drifted apart over the years. There's a reason for that.

Nine years and one day ago, my little brother, Corey, was deep-sea fishing for marlin off the coast of north-eastern Australian. He caught one, too. I have a picture of him reeling it in. As it turned out, that was the last picture anyone would take of him. He died in his sleep a few hours later, a victim of something called S.A.D.S. Sudden Adult Death Syndrome. There wasn't any warning. There were no goodbyes said. His heart simply stopped beating, and he was gone.






In the heart-shattering aftermath of his death, a lot of things changed for me. I'd lost my only sibling, and while we loved each other, we weren't that close. He had his life, and I had mine. I always thought there'd be time to reconnect "later." Only, we didn't get that time. I learned the lesson we all learn eventually: we don't know how much time we have with the ones that matter to us. Losing that time is one of my greatest regrets, and over the last nine years, I've worked through some of that regret with my stories and borrowed from my own experiences to write about grief, loss, and the various ways we cope with it all. I also came to understand that time flies, life is short, and if I was going to do any of the things I wanted to do, I should get on with it. That's when I decided to become a published author, and started a new chapter in my life.

I spent the last day or so the same way I do every year, in quiet reflection (and occasional tears.) I'm back to writing now, and it struck me that the story I'm working on isn't only a love story, it's about the ways grief shapes the way we think and act even years later, and the regrets that come with realizing you've lost so much time with someone you care about. It wasn't planned, but it's woven into the storyline, and I believe it enriches the story.

I know that so long as I'm writing, my brother will live on in the pages of the books I create. His smile, laughter, quirks, and maddening habits have all appeared here and there, brought back to life by the characters in my stories.It's my way of remembering him and keeping him with me until the day I see him again...and smack him upside the head for leaving us too soon.