So here it is – the banner above links to the page on Wilde City Press where, by the wonders of modern technology, the books are stored.
This is the blurb:
An accident, a chance encounter, a thought blurted out, a boat blown off course, a change in direction that suddenly runs into the line of fire – the smallest misstep can change everything. These foolish encounters are the moments around which lives pivot and sometimes spin out of control. Join us for tales of imprudent choices and bad decisions that can lead just as easily to hilarity as they can to tragedy.
Over the past week I’ve been delighted to have the company of Angel Martinez, Freddy MacKay, JC Wallace, Tali Spencer, Tinnean and Amy Lane for a series of interviews. Click on those links and comment to the posts for a chance to win books of your own choice.
I haven’t done an interview of my own – seems a bit daft really – but here’s an excerpt of my story The Lunar Imperative, which is a about werewolfs in spaaaaaace!
Haken leaned back, pressing his head into the padded rest as the expected vibration of re-entry began. The seat, built to conform to Galactic standard, creaked under his weight, and a sharper jolt set his teeth on edge. Raimi’s shoulder nudged his, a warm pressure against the barely healed scars on his upper arm, but he didn’t have a chance to enjoy it before Raimi leaned away again.
“Sorry Sarge.” Raimi’s voice could barely be heard over the scream of the engines. “I didn’t expect it to be so rough.”
The pod ship lurched. Haken peered down the cabin to the helm where the pilot busied himself at the console. Occam could fly anything, deep space or atmospheric. He didn’t smell concerned, so Haken figured they could all relax. He leaned a little to look back into the body of the pod.
“Everyone all right?” he asked. “If you’re going to hurl do it in a bag. I might be able to explain one stinking pile of vomit away but not two or three.” That drew the expected sounds of derision and Haken settled again, confident that the rest of his men were calm. But Raimi was still tense, craning his neck to look out the view port. He was bright, willing, and could think for himself. He matched the rest of them in fitness and held up well under pressure, so well that Haken sometimes forgot how inexperienced he was in comparison with the rest of the team.
The tiny window to his right flashed bright with atmospheric lightning. Raimi groaned, and then glanced towards Haken as though fearing he had been heard or requesting reassurance. He often did that, Haken reflected. And if they had been of the same rank, Haken would have been delighted to offer more than reassurance. It would be no chore to offer comfort, companionship, and, he suspected, a great deal of mutual pleasure. Instead, he knuckled Raimi in the thigh.
“Occam knows what he’s doing,” he said.
“Damn right I do.” How Occam had heard him, Haken had no idea. “We’re going to have a bumpy ride, lads. Time to buckle in.”
Intrigued? Oh I do hope so.