Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Earth?

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Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors.  I don’t know about you, but I missed last week so I’m anxious to catch up on the all the stories.  So much can happen in ten sentences!

I’m continuing to share from my m/m space opera, From Mars, With Love.  Last week, Eli and the mysterious man in black had a moment to check each other out, leaving Eli feeling a bit inadequate.  In this snippet, Eli speaks first.

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“So when do you think we’ll get returned to earth?”

“Earth?” One eyebrow lifted in apparent amusement, then lowered.

Two marines barged in, bristling with lethal looking weaponry. Proper marines in heavy grey fatigues emblazoned with the Free Market Trade Patrol logo that depicted the planets of the solar system rotating around a gold coin instead of the sun.

“That’s it?” one of them asked, sounding disappointed.

Eli’s rescuer nodded and said, “All the others were already in storage, human cargo only, no artifacts.”

“Just another slaver out of the belt—hardly worth breaking trajectory for,” the other marine grumbled. They still wore their helmets and Eli could determine nothing about them except that they weren’t natural humanitarians.

“C’mon, groundling, time to go.”

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Relax – Tom is only here to help.

From Mars, With Love follows the adventures of Eli and his pal Rilke, two down-and-out scavengers from earth as they’re abducted by slavers, arrested by space marines, and dumped on an unwelcoming outpost on Mars. Eli’s troubles are only beginning when he finds out the ring his mother gave him contains the life force of a powerful but dormant alien and the mysterious man he has a huge crush on happens to be an alien artifact smuggler.  Eli’s just trying to make it on Mars, but can he survive the dangerous political intrigue swirling around him? This erotic space opera is a work-in-progress. Stay tuned to this blog for ongoing excerpts and updates.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Now What?

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  It’s time for another thrilling episode of From Mars, With Love!  Many of you have kindly poked me about returning to this story, and I’m happy to oblige.  Writing this m/m space opera makes me unreasonably giddy and I hope some of that writerly glee spills over onto the reader.  When we last left our hero, Eli, he was in a status pod being prepared to be shipped to Titan by the slavers who captured him.  An asteroider (altered human with mechanical parts) and crab (floating security robot) discovered something strange about a ring on Eli’s pinkie.

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“Eli, son of Serene, it appears your dear mother’s trinket is an alien. A dead alien though, so there should be no harm in removing it.”

“Finally!” the crab zoomed closer again. “Let me do it.”

“What’s it worth to you?” the asteroider asked. The two bickered over what a bit of torture might cost the security bot operator and the potential risks to the asteroider’s position as head researcher. Eli attempted to meditate on far away, pleasant thoughts like . . . like . . . he had nothing.

An ear-splitting siren went off, accompanied by flashing red lights.

“Oh, for Criton’s sake, now what?” the asteroider complained.

A loudspeaker provided the answer; “Marine Patrol, prepare for evasive protocol.”

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If only Matt knew about the bubble-habitats just over the horizon.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

 

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ This is Earth, not the Oort!

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Welcome to another exciting episode of Weekend Writing Warriors!  Spring is in full bloom here in Oregon, I finished my latest WIP and started a new job. Things are looking much rosier here on Earth than they are in space.

I’m posting from my m/m erotic space opera From Mars, With Love and will continue torturing my hero until I reach the end of the chapter.  Last week we left poor Eli being prepared for stasis by two of the slavers: an asteroider (altered-human) and a floating, multi-armed robot called a crab.  The crab noticed the ring on Eli’s finger and took a disliking to it.

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“Leave it,” the asteroider said.

“I’ve analyzed it and do not recognize the metal compound. It might interfere with the electronics in the pod.” The crab kept trying to twist it loose and Eli feared the bot might rip his hand off along with the ring.

“What do you mean you don’t recognize it? This is earth, not the Oort! Well, fine, cut it off. We can always grow him a new finger.”

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Eli wishes he was this tough. Maybe Harrison will show up and rescue him!

 

Eeep!  I wish I could post the whole scene, I really do, but rules are rules.

By the way, you can still enter to win a Loose Id gift card and a copy of Touch of Salar at the giveaway for my Book Tour.  Blood  received 5 Star/Heart Reviews from two of the blogs on the tour so far! Check it out here.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

 

Weekend Writing Warriors- Hair-Brained Schemes

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Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors– the hop where awesome, fearless writers take on the world of their imaginations, eight lines at a time.  I’m going to keep going with my Space Opera in-progress, From Mars, With Love for a few more weeks.  Last week Eli decided being a sex slave (or any kind of slave, for that matter) wasn’t on his bucket list, so he desperately started thinking on how to escape the transfer shuttle.  One of his fellow abductees in an altered human called a Moon Unit in Earth slang.

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The Moon Unit glared at Eli with an almost imperceptible shake of her head and looked away. Did she know what he was thinking? One could never be sure with Altereds how empathic or telepathic they might be.

Moon Units were the oldest of the Altereds, their mutations dating back to the earliest colonization of Earth’s Moon, when budgets and technology were strained. The Lunar Laborers were engineered to fit into compact tunnels, their skin smooth and plasticized to protect them from harsh environmental conditions. They evolved to be strong, dense and flexible, taking advantage of the scant gravity while not being susceptible to bone loss. Despite her apparent hostility Eli tried to take a seat beside her on the long metal bench that lined the shuttle but a dumb-bot guard grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, shoved him into a seat and drew down a locking bar as if they were going for a ride on a roller coaster.

Everybody got locked down the same way and Eli had more time to fume and plot then he would’ve liked – hair-brained schemes suffered from overthinking.

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Hot guys with pew-pew guns, a glimpse of silver bikini in the background- is it any wonder my imagination is so warped? (Chekov was my favorite).

 

This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

SFR Brigade Presents- The Adventure Begins

 

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Hello! This is my first foray on the Science Fiction Romance Brigade website. SFR Brigade Presents is a weekly opportunity to share excerpts from published work or works in progress that fall under the wide sky dome of SF Romance.  One of my current WIPS, From Mars, With Love, fits right in.  If you’d like to check out the other fun and fabulous fiction being presented, click here.

Enjoy!

From Mars, With Love

No one believes me when I say I knew Eli Karmazin back when he was plain old Eli, but it’s true.

I’d always thought that Eli led a charmed life until the day we both got caught up in the slave sweeper. Eli’s swift feet and lucky avoidance of bad shit failed him that day, and I can’t say I’m sorry. Don’t get me wrong. We’s friends, Eli and I. I wasn’t sorry about him getting swept ‘cause I like having company in my misery and his company was better than most. And he had that luck, which faltered but didn’t fail him entirely. So I stuck to him like glue and hoped the sweepers would consider us a two-for-one deal and not pry us apart. They didn’t much care, we all being op-digs and self-propelled and oxy-huffers and so into the bin we went without so much as a hideeho and off we go, to Mars or maybe the lunar station or well, who really knew shit back then in the bin. Not me.

But I gets ahead of myself, as usual ‘cause I never told how me and Eli met, we unlikely friends, earthside.

 

From Mars, With Love is an erotic space opera. Eli and Rilke, two down-and-out earthers get picked up by a slave sweeper and find themselves on the way to Mars.  When the slavers discover that Eli is in possession of a much-desired alien artifact, their adventures become even more dangerous.