Today, I’m going to give you a little taste of my sci-fi romance, COLLISION COURSE, now available from Carina Press.
The ship was too small. It never had been before. There had always been plenty of room for her. Mara knew that technically, the Arcadia hadn’t actually shrunk. But now the bulkheads felt too close, the passageways too narrow, and the cockpit felt like a Meruvian snuffbox.For another excerpt, plus links to buy, find it all here.
Not very difficult to find the culprit behind the Arcadia’s sudden loss of size.
As she piloted toward the Smoke Quadrant, she sent another wary glance out of the corner of her eye. The 8th Wing flyboy was studying the control panel intently, his dark brows drawn down in concentration. His presence beside her was large, warm, masculine. Foreign. Unwanted.
“Planning a mutiny?”
Frayne didn’t look up from his scrutiny of the controls. “If I jettison you, I can’t get to the Smoke Quadrant.”
Nice. “Why the inspection?”
“I always learn whatever ship I’m on. Never know when I’ll need to take the controls.”
Mara bristled. “You aren’t getting your hands on my ship. I promise you that.”
He turned to her, and even this slight adjustment of his posture made her feel hemmed in, overwhelmed. She told herself it was because he was 8th Wing, a representative of everything she avoided—order, discipline, regulations. Obligations. Yet she knew, deep down, that his gray uniform accounted for only a very small part of what unsettled her.
His eyes, darker than the depths of space, held hers. “Tell me what I can get my hands on.”
“Keep them to yourself,” she snapped, but a pulse of heat worked through her.
He lifted his broad shoulders in a negligent shrug. Yet he wasn’t as indifferent as he tried to look. Mara felt his gaze on her as she slid out of her seat to make some adjustments to the ship’s climate controls. Felt his gaze all over her body. It was too damned hot in here.
See you tomorrow!