Weekend Writing Warriors ~ A Little Strange

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Weekend Writing Warriors. Great writing. Short snippets. Hop the Blog. It’s all good!

Here’s another snippet from my m/m space opera work-in-progress, From Mars, With Love.  Our hero Eli has just been rescued by the mysterious man in black, who may or may not be a marine, friendly, or even very nice.

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“Ask them to bring a robe or something, why don’t you?” Eli asked, putting the pod between them. The man didn’t react, but continued to watch him with a wary sort of bemusement. He was irritatingly attractive in that rich habitat dweller sort of way, and didn’t look like a typical jarhead at all. Eli was only used to seeing beautiful people in holos, or the enhanced variety in the clubs who always looked a little strange, no matter how expensive the procedure.

He changed his mind about the man in black. Probably not enhanced, except the eyes, which were most likely implants. Eli realized they were staring at each other without speaking, and imagined the man had opposite thoughts about Eli, like how he wasn’t used to seeing earth rats in the buff. He didn’t look disgusted, but Eli took offense anyway.

His rescuer finally broke his mesmerizing gaze and started to poke around the room. He kicked at the corpse of the security crab and said, “Looks like we got here in the nick of time, eh?”

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Luke Macfarlane from Killjoys. I’ll take an unenhanced jarhead any day.

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 ~ The Man in Black

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the hop where a bunch of fabulous writers share snippets of their work in eight to ten sentences.  I’ve been sharing from my m/m space opera, From Mars, With Love.  So far our hero Eli has been abducted by slavers, stuck in a stasis pod for the journey to Titan, then rescued by a not-so-friendly mystery man.  This scene picks up from last week, with Eli’s rescuer speaking to someone on the other end of a communication device.

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“Got one ground rat down here,” the man said into his mic, which turned out to be attached to the stiff collar of his jacket. “Seems to be intact and mobile. Who’s in charge of rounding up the civs?”

“Team 5 will be there shortly. He’s awake?”

“Yes, why?’

“Rest of the cargo is in pods – makes it easier, you know.”

The hard blue eyes turned on him again and looked him up and down. Eli’s exposed skin prickled with goose bumps but he refused to cower. He moved away in case the man in black decided to shove him back inside the pod.

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This photo needs no caption, and yet here I am writing one. Will Smith. Men in Black. Sigh.

 

 

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 ~ Most Definitely Enhanced

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If this is Sunday, and I’m fairly certain that it is, it must be time for  Weekend Writing Warriors.  I’m sharing snippets from my m/m space opera, From Mars, With Love.  Last week our hero Eli has was saved from drowning in goo, but the mysterious man who released him from the stasis pod is not exactly a font of comfort and reassurance.

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Eli’s rescuer returned the laser rifle to a shoulder holster and undid a latch to remove his helmet. He pulled it off and hooked it on his belt. His black hair was cut in a decidedly unmilitary fashion, longish around the face and shorter in back, but his eyes really caught Eli’s attention. Bluer than any blue Eli had ever seen, like a glacier mashed up with the sunny skies of Earth’s glory days, they bored into Eli’s soul and straight out the other side. Must be enhanced. Most definitely enhanced.

His blue-eyed rescuer reached out a gloved hand and helped, or rather jerked, Eli to his feet, vice-like grip digging bruises into his forearm. He held Eli at a distance, probably not wanting to slime his nifty super-secret uniform. He was about a hand taller than Eli and a good deal broader. After determining Eli wasn’t going to collapse he released him and stepped back.

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Some guys adapt to being naked in space better than others. Chris Pratt from Guardians of The Galaxy

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 ~ Escape from Goo

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors and another thrilling episode torn from the pages of From Mars, With Love, my m/m space-opera-in- progress.  Last week we left our hero Eli stuck in a stastis pod  without having been hooked up to the life support gizmos.  The slave ship was under attack and the crew raced off in a panic. The goo was rising fast and things were looking grim.

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“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Eli whispered to the hoped-for marines. He tried to suck in more air. There wasn’t any. His hands, still pressed against the lid of the pod, grew blurry as his vision swarmed, sprinkled with black dots.

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A loud hiss followed by a pop snapped him awake. The seal split and the cover flipped back with the assistance of a black clad figure in a space helmet. The visor was black as well and Eli couldn’t see a face. He took a huge gulp of air, pushed away the arm still holding the lid, sat up and hung half way out of the pod. His body was still partially paralyzed. He choked, dry heaved, then slid out of the pod like an eel escaping an aquarium.

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Classic SF slime. Eli is in good, gooey company.

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~ Goo

 

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Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors.  The rains have come and it’s about thirty degrees cooler than it was the last time I whined and moaned about having to sit in my hot office. Unfortunately none of this real world stuff does poor Eli any good.  The hero of my erotic space opera From Mars, With Love is still stuck in the stasis pod and things are looking grim.

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Eli could see enough to watch the asteroider run from the room. Then the lights went out and the goo stopped rising. Everything went quiet. He waited for a moment, heart pounding, and then started to thrash again. Maybe the slaver hadn’t had time to properly seal the pod. Maybe he could force it open. He pushed with his hands and knees against the lid. It didn’t even pretend to budge. He gulped for breath. The goo was supposed to sustain a prisoner in stasis and no fresh oxygen was being pumped in.

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As often happens when searching for sexy space guys with guns, I find sexy space guys with sticks instead. Here’s Alex Malleri, Jr. from Dark Matter.

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 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