Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Time for a Teaser - Blind Bet #SirenBook

With Blind Bet's release date now just six weeks away, I thought it was time to introduce you to the crew of the deep space mining vessel, the Kessell Queen. 


“Damn it, I don’t know why I play this re’veth game with you bunch of cheats!” Laurli Corbin dropped her cards on the dented metal table in disgust and went to drown her sorrows with more of Jax’s hooch, only to discover her mug was empty.  “Great, I’m out of money and booze. This really hasn’t been my night.”

“You play with us because it’s the only game in the sector and the only entertainment we have unless you want to spend another night plugged into the sim pods.” G’arn grinned at her from across the table that took up most of their cramped dining area and pushed a small stack of chips her way.  “Jax, refill her drink before she gets really grumpy and tries to stab someone.”

“No stabbing, Corbin.” Cass, their crew chief and captain of the mining vessel they all called home, snapped from the far end of the table and narrowed his gaze at Laurli until his sky-blue eyes were almost hidden behind his lids. “I’m not filling out another vething incident report because you yahoos can’t play nice. Next one who requires a write-up is going to be sucking vacuum, because I will cheerfully throw any one of you out an airlock before I pick up another pen. We clear?”

“Damn, someone get the chief more to drink too, he’s even crankier than Laurli!” Mattero said before breaking into booming laughter that nearly deafened Laurli.  He was grinning so broadly his elongated canines were showing, and Laurli found herself laughing along with him. It was said there was nothing more contagious than a torski’s laughter, and since knowing Mattero she’d have to agree.  Then again, he was only half torski, a thought that often made her wonder just how brave a woman his mother must have been to take up with one of the massive species. They were heavy gravity worlders, powerfully muscled and built like a brick wall, and by all reports they were big all over.  Not that she’d ever get a chance to find out. The chief had made it very clear when she’d signed onto his crew that while he had no problem having a woman on staff, he’d shove her on the first pod back to Earth if she started any trouble between the guys. 

“No bed hopping,” Cass had told her in one of the baldest conversations she’d ever been part of. He’d crossed his thick arms across his massive chest and scowled at her from across the desk, his entire focus on her in a way that had made her feel about three inches tall. “If you want to sleep with one of my guys, go for it, but that’s it, just one. You have to choose and then you have to stick by that choice for the rest of the tour.  I don’t need my guys tearing themselves apart over a woman again.” Cass had never said another word about it, but Laurli remembered the rules and had lived by them.  She just wished she’d known going in that she’d never be able to choose between them.

They were a five man crew, and her four crewmates were all of the panty meltingly hot variety.  Six months later she still couldn’t choose, which had resulted in the longest sexual dry spell of her adult life. If it weren’t for the personal simulation pods and her private collection of high-end, fully interactive sim programs, she probably would have lost her mind by now.  Asteroid mining paid well, but being in the ass end of the sector on a one year contract meant she’d discovered new levels of boredom. By the time they got back to a civilized part of the galaxy she was going to be horny enough to jump a Jeskyran, body thorns and all.