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I'm taking a short break from the internet for August, so this blog will be a little quiet for the rest of the month and into the first week of September. In the meantime, there are scheduled posts going up every Wednesday at my cosplay blog - The Intergalactic Seamstress - and at the review blog Critique de Book, plus the odd up to date post at Spacefreighters Lounge on a Tuesday (or you can find my fellow crew mates posting Monday-Friday). See you when September comes! 

Saturday, 2 August 2014

The SFR Brigade Presents #1 - You want me to be a what?! #scifi #romance


Hello, welcome to this week's round of The SFR Brigade Presents! Would you believe this is only the first time I've taken part?! Crazy. So I'm sharing an excerpt from my new #scifi #romance Tethered, and my heroine isn't impressed with her new assignment...

Tyree spun on her heels, her long hair lashing around her as she faced the council. "You want me to be a what?"
Thirteen elderly Inc-Su met her scream of outrage with angry stares. The last syllable echoed around the chamber. If sound could penetrate metaglass, it would have scattered the saurian lowri gliding past the panoramic windows on membranous wings.
Tyree swore G'vorek, one of her former mentors, winked at her, and her irritation eased a fraction at his silent support. Some of the other council members shifted in their hover seats as she cast her gaze over them. Several scowled. Beyond the oval table and the council members, clouds drifted past the window obscuring the slender sky towers of Refuge, a serene background that conflicted with the turmoil suddenly seething in her chest.
"I didn't think the phrase 'co-delegate' would be considered such an offensive term even by you, Tyree," Great Mother M'roc said.
Tyree latched her attention onto the matriarch. Unlike the majority of the Inc-Su, M'roc had a generous, matronly figure and caramel-colored skin. Dark braids tinted with gray framed her broad face. There was a saying among the Inc-Su, twisted from the old Terran phrase—as solid as M'roc. Unbending, reliable, consistent, and strong. Good traits in a leader, but it meant once she'd made a decision, nothing could change her mind. If she'd chosen this role for Tyree...
"I'm an assassin, not a frigging diplomat," Tyree retorted, but the initial fire of her resistance had guttered. Arguing already felt like a lost cause, but she had to make the point. 


To read more, you can click on EXCERPT or GOODREADS on the image below, or follow the buy links to read snippets or the opening pages (pssst, Breathless Press have a 50% off sale right now for the whole of August!). Check out the other participants in The SFR Brigade Presents by clicking on the badge at the top of the post. Enjoy!

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8 comments:

  1. Is it really your first?! Tut!

    I've read this before, but it still makes me grin - Tyree's horror is palpable, and really very funny. :D

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    1. I know - shocking! I adore Tyree and how she speaks her mind. Thanks. :)

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  2. Wow, seriously your first? Amazing. I really liked this scene. Very descriptive, made you feel like you were in the room.

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    1. Yeah, too busy setting it up to play. :P Thanks. :)

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  3. Great opening line and great closing line!

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