It's been a long week already with the release of Satin Sheets in Space and An Unexpected Return. I'm so tired. I've hardly written anything new, but I can't wait to get back to working on book 2 of my Mark of the Stars series. So, here's a snippet from that story:
P.S. D.L. Jackson has two releases tomorrow that you should check out. Rebel Souls and My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy will be available then from Decadent Publishing and other ebook retailers, or maybe even later today. ;)Instead of returning to the mess hall, she entered the day room. Only one seat remained unoccupied, an ancient brown-clothed and ripped chair stuck in the back corner. The black leather couches surrounding the fifty-two inch television screen held men and women watching the Ottawa Senators play against the Toronto Maple Leafs. With everyone engaged, she managed to sneak to the back without any snide alien jokes.Sitting down, she wanted to forget about Jeff and Dr. Allen, to just enjoy a sense of normalcy. She closed her eyes and pretended to be a part of the group, one of the fans watching the hockey game.“This isn’t exactly a place one wants to fall asleep, you especially. I’ve seen what they do to others who have fallen asleep in here.”She jumped in her seat. She’d only closed her eyes for two seconds. How had she not sensed his approach?He leaned over her, his hands resting on the arms of her chair, his face only inches from her own.“What do you want?” She couldn’t move for fear of winding up in his arms, or tasting his lips.He smiled, making her loins quiver. “Oh, I can think of so many things…” Standing up, he reached for her hand. “How about we start with a game of air hockey?”For a second, she considered his offer. It would be so easy to forget all the torment, pretend she was a normal human being like everyone else in the room. But she wasn’t. And he’d been sure to point that out several times in her past. His sudden change in attitude wouldn’t make her not remember.Without his help, she stood then turned to leave.He grabbed her wrist, halting her retreat.Hadn’t he learned the first time? “Get your hands off of me.” Because this time I might end up in your arms with everyone now watching.