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I have published a new book

I usually talk about my writing pastime (I hesitate to call it a career) on Spacefreighter’s Lounge, a blog I co-author with four other writers. But writing is part of who I am, so bear with me while I tell you about my just-released latest book.

It’s space opera (of course). Three women from different backgrounds share adventures in space. These books are a spin-off from my Morgan Selwood novels, set in the same Universe. You’ll find all of those books listed here. The women in this society are restricted in several respects. There’s a rigid, paternalistic class structure, which means they often can’t choose their own partners, and they often don’t have much choice when it comes to jobs, either. The three ladies who make up Morgan’s Misfits  don’t fit the social mores.

While the books are action/adventure (with a little bit of romance), they’re also about the women interacting within their society, and with each other. I’m sure you’ll notice some parallels in 21st Century Earth.

The first book, Kuralon Rescue, tells the story of how the ladies save a couple of men sentenced to work to death on a prison planet called Kuralon. It’s how the ladies get together and how they acquired their name.

Kuralon Rescue

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Follow your dreams. You never know where they might take you.

Jirra’s on the run, Siena’s rescuing her lover, Toreni wants Master Chef status and Chet wants her reputation back. Four women, four goals, and one very small ship. Add a fleet request to free a rebel, the promise of little to no help and a caste-defined society simmering with discontent on the edge of explosion.

Now, on their own, they’re staging an escape from a backwater prison planet and navigating the murky terrain of dreams forbidden by the rigid caste system underpinning their culture. Success demands more than team work. They’ll have to jettison their own prejudices and forge relationships free of the rules and caste lines.
There’s more than just lives at stake. There’s dreams and a possible tomorrow more fragile than gossamer.

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In the new book, Rescuing Romila, the ladies become involved in more dangerous adventures.

Rescuing Romila

The Misfits are off on another planet-hopping adventure.

When Jirra and Toreni rescue Romila from a raid on her antiques business the Misfits start off on a mission to uncover a drug-smuggling operation. A new, very potent drug is on the market, hidden in statues of ice warriors carved on a remote world.

But all’s not well within the team. Toreni and Chet have fallen out, Toreni has received an offer that might be too good to refuse, and Jirra has doubts about her future.  When the drug-smuggling operation morphs into something even more dangerous, the Misfits must resolve their differences. If they don’t act together, and quickly, many lives will be at risk. Including their own.

Action and adventure, with a little bit of romance.

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There you have it.

I realise that space opera is not everybody’s thing, but you might mention the books to your kids, or neighbours or whatever.

Teaser Tuesday – a piece from the WIP #sfrgtt

This will be the second in the Morgan’s Misfits series, currently called GLACE. You’ll be meeting most of the ladies from Kuralon Rescue (Chet, Jirra, and Toreni) and we have a new cast member, Romila. Yes, snow is involved.

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Remember, this is a work in progress, so the details might change.

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Romila glanced up at the chrono again. Two minutes to eight. She could probably safely start closing up shop. This sector of the Shar Burk space station tended to empty out around now. She turned around to lock the crystal cabinet behind the counter, admiring the shifting colours in the intricately carved stone. They were popular items, but she’d never found it easy to part with them.

The door tinkled. Damn. Customers. She was looking forward to going upstairs, but that was retail, wasn’t it. Fixing a smile on her face, she turned. “Good evening. How can I help you?”

Even as she said the words her pulse began to pound. The well-dressed man might have been interested in exotic crystal, and might have employed the Shuba towering behind him as a bodyguard. But the man exuded an air of menace. The half-smile on his face and the narrowed eyes hinted at a different purpose. Romila put her hand down under the counter, feeling for the grip of her laser pistol.

“Uh uh uh. Hands on the counter, Romila,” the man said, stepping forward. “I wouldn’t want Terkan here to have to make a mess.”

The Shuba raised the Umex P-40 pulse pistol he held in one massive hand, its wide muzzle a gateway to hell. If he pressed the trigger, the shelves behind her would be shattered, and they’d have to pick pieces of her out of the wall to put them in a bag for the funeral.

Romila put her hands back on the counter. “What’s this about?”

 

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It’ll be another fun adventure on new planets, and there’ll be some cameos from Ravindra and Morgan.

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Enjoy

 

At last there’s a work-in-progress

canstockphoto19778842It has been far too long since I last published a book, although it was this year. For anyone waiting for a new story about Morgan’s Misfits – sorry, but it will be a little while yet. Those of you who know me would be aware that I believe in the Muse as much as I do the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas (that is, when it suits me) But I do believe that when the writing just won’t come, it’s because there’s something wrong. Frankly, I couldn’t see where the story was going. The characters wouldn’t talk to me – wouldn’t even look at me. So I abandoned the Morgan’s Misfits story. I’ll get back to it when the characters come to find me. And they will. Oh, they will.

Meanwhile, I’ve embarked on a new Ptorix Empire story. Someone once suggested they’d like to hear a bit more about Senior Commander Butcher, who is Admiral, then Grand Admiral Saahren’s aide de camp in the Iron Admiral books. And why not?  So I had a quiet word with him, asking what happened after the decisive battle between the Ptorix and Confederacy Fleets off Qerra.

It seems he finally got that promotion, the chance to captain a Confederacy battle cruiser. He’d been in command of ships before, of course. Patrol ships, a cruiser. But this had been his life long ambition: captain a battle cruiser. While his new ship is in refit, Butcher takes leave on his home planet of Validor. He hasn’t been back for twelve years, hasn’t lived there for twenty. Six months ago, after ten years of marriage, his wife divorced him. He’s at a loose end, looking to pick up the pieces of his life. One piece he’s kept an eye on is his first love, Tarlyn. She’s a member of the ruling clan in this matriarchal society, related, if not directly, to the current queen. She suffered a bereavement not too long ago. Her husband died in a boating accident. She’s way out of his league in the social hierarchy on Validor, but he’s never forgotten her, and lately she has been haunting his dreams. So first day back on his home planet, Butcher turns up at a public festival celebrating the arrival of Humans on Validor. The queen and her court will be there. He might get a glimpse of Tarlyn…

That’s where the story starts. Validor has a large Ptorix population – as much as sixty percent. And as we’ve seen on our own planet, winning a war doesn’t necessarily build bridges. There are old scores to be settled, and new hatreds can blossom. On both sides.

I have an idea where Butcher and Tarlyn will lead me, and I think I know what the ending will be. But it’s all subject to change without notice. Hang in there. I’m hoping to get it out there in a few months. And no, I haven’t thought of a title yet.

Another snippet from “Kuralon Rescue”

Siena and Jirra have made it into space in a battered little freighter called Kali’s Gift. Siena has finally admitted her grand plan is to rescue her fiance, Anton. But Jirra systematically picks holes in the girl’s bare-bones plan. Then this happens.

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Siena gulped down a large mouthful of wine before she spoke again. “Jirra, come with me, please.” She was begging, her eyes pleading. “I’m no soldier. You’ve just shown me I don’t know it all. I’ll admit I was hoping you’d come. You’d understand, surely. I love Anton. I want to marry him and have children. He’s going to die in that awful place. Please?”

Tears glistened in Siena’s eyes. Jirra felt her pain, so much the same as her own, a black hole of hopelessness. What would she, Jirra, do in the same situation, if it was Prasad in some hell hole? “Doesn’t he have family?” she asked at last.

“There’s nothing they can do. They’d be under surveillance. That’s if they’re still alive.” Bitterness colored Siena’s words.

“Siena, that bounty hunter –”

“Will follow you wherever you go. But now the trail’s muddied, yes? He won’t even know you’re going to Crossmar, let alone Kuralon. And if I have to find another ship or another pilot, they wouldn’t know me, they probably wouldn’t help me.”

With her elbow on the table, Jirra rested her chin on her fist. Her heart said do it, but her brain pleaded for sanity. She’d be walking into an unknown situation without a real plan. Suicidal came to mind. Then again, what did she really have to live for? She couldn’t have Prasad and she didn’t want anybody else. She didn’t believe in gods and religion, but she did believe that sometimes serendipity shows up and shoves you in an unexpected direction. It had happened to her when she’d accepted the chance to learn from an alien. Her few friends had distanced themselves, but she’d ended up on the trip of a lifetime, a historic trip across the galaxy to search for the Manesai’s ancestral home. The little voice in her mind sang its siren song. Follow your heart. You never know where that might lead you. Her decision must have been transmitted in her facial expression because Siena smiled before Jirra said a word.

Laughing, Siena leaped up from the table, ran around to where Jirra sat, pulled her out of her seat and hugged her so tightly she gasped. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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And they’re off! (Or are they?) SFR Brigade presents…

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Subject to change without notice

Here’s another snippet from ‘Kooralong Rescue’ (the current work in progress).  Jirra has agreed to take Siena off to Kooralong. They’ve reached the space station, Jirra has checked the ship, and now it’s time to leave. Just as Kali’s Gift is about to head out…

 

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the controller said. “We’ve just received an impounding notice from the planet. You can’t leave until the issue is settled in court.”

“Oh, mala,” Jirra murmured as she closed down the comms link. “This will be the bounty hunter, trying to delay me.”

“He’ll be delaying me, too.” Siena’s nostrils flared. “Can’t we just leave anyway?”

Jirra’s heart rate slowed. “Yes. The umbilicals and bridge are already retracted. Just the tethers to go. But we’ll get into trouble. That’s illegal.”

“They have no right to delay me. Let’s go.” Siena glowered, her eyes glittering.

Jirra shoved her hand down on the control to start departure. The harnesses rose from the seat backs and settled over their shoulders as Siena added, “I’ll contact mother later to get her to talk to those idiots. Lien indeed.”

The bow thrusters fired. Jirra kept her eyes on the screen as Kali’s Gift slipped backwards, gathering speed. Figures appeared, two security guards running toward the bridge, followed more slowly by another figure. Jirra’s heart hammered. Was that Jutt? Impossible to tell at this distance. A loud bang jangled her nerves.

Siena jolted within her harness, staring at Jirra with wide eyes. “What was that?”

“The tethers.” Jirra pointed at the screen where two cables writhed in the empty docking bay.

 

So they’re off! I wonder what happens next? Be sure to check for more snippets at the SFR Brigade.