Posted by: Author | June 5, 2012

Another Fun Guest- Mackenzie Crowne

JILLIAN: Welcome to my guest, MacKenzie Crowne. I met Mackenzie on Facebook and then on Still Moments Publishing’s author loop. One really awesome thing about Still Moments Publishing is the amazing women I’ve met there who I love and adore. There are about five of them that I consider real friends who I know I’ll continue to be friends with the rest of my life no matter where our journeys take us. There are also two ladies there who I know in person and encouraged to submit to them and I’ll always treasure those two women as well. Today’s guest is one of my new, dear friends, Mackenzie Crowne. She’s super fun and the fact that she based her story in New York, one of my favorite places, makes me really love her even more. I, mean, really, who doesn’t love a New York story? She’s here to talk about her new release with Still Moments. BUY LINK
MacKenzie:

Location. Location. Location!

Have you ever picked up a book because of the location of the story? Ever said, ‘Wow, the characters are in such in such. I have to read that!’? I have, and when sitting down to write my own stories, location is always an important consideration. The setting isn’t always pertinent to the story line of course, but an interesting location is like an extra character, giving the reader a peek into worlds they may never have the chance to visit. I mean, what is reading after all, than an escape with new friends? Throwing in a fascinating place on the map only adds to the fun.

So many places fascinate me, but where else would I set my latest release, THAT DATING THING, a sexy, contemporary romp in the midst of Wall Street greed, than in New York City?

Oh, yeah. New York City, the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps. Ever been there? I have, many times, and visiting that bustling metropolis never fails to flood my soul with endless possibilities. I’m a city girl at heart, having stretched my young adult legs on the cobbled streets of downtown Boston, but despite that experience, the endless diversity and physical magnitude of NYC is unmatched in my mind. I thrill to the sheer amount of people, each on his own path, bumping elbows with hundreds of strangers while going along their way.

The New York experience is staggering.

One of the largest cities in the world, New York is composed of five boroughs, and within those boroughs are countless neighborhoods, each with its own personality. So how was I to choose the exact spot my characters would call home? I haven’t visited all of the boroughs, let alone the thousands of neighborhoods they represent. Of those I have visited, I admit to finding some areas more charming than others, but alas, I’m partial to Queens. After all, my father’s people, a rough and rowdy crowd of Irish descendents call Queens home. I’ve visited there many times over the years and am lucky enough to spend a week or so with my clan at least once a year.

On one of those visits not long ago, I wandered into a part of town that particularly tickled my imagination. Long Island City is the westernmost neighborhood in Queens. Like all of New York, Long Island City is diverse, offering gleaming high-rises, cozy communities, art centers and industrial warehouses. It was one of these industrial neighborhoods that caught my interest. Okay, so it wasn’t so much the warehouses themselves, but the stunning view the warehouses enjoy.

A favorite aunt runs her business out one of these buildings and when she directed me to her back door, I stepped outside and could barely catch my breath. Tucked up against the East River, the aged brick and glass structure sits directly across the water from the Manhattan skyline. Talk about location! How was it this view had escaped the notice of developers? Why hadn’t there been a stampede of investors, refurbishing the sprawling brick and mortar warehouses lining that section of the river into thousands of rooms with a view? I quickly discovered others had been asking the same questions. Long Island City, it seems, is in the midst of a facelift. The warehouse district still remains, but little by little, the charming old structures are being transformed into homes.

Needless to say, my imagination was snagged. I’d found a home for THAT DATING THING, and like all good locations, Long Island City, with its stunning views and revitalization possibilities, quickly became a motivating element in my story. I considered the various possibilities. Revitalization being amongst them. Revitalization? That means construction. Hmmm…a sexy hunk in a tool belt. Oh, sorry, my mind wandered there for a second.

Though not by intention, Long Island City, its stunning views and fresh growth, became an important sub element in my story. I’m thrilled to share such an interesting place with readers and hope you enjoy getting to know this little slice of my favorite borough. Go Queens!

So, what about you? Have you ever picked up a book because of the location, or added a location to your bucket list because of a book?

Blurb:

The daughter of Wall Street’s most notorious stock swindler, dog trainer, Rylee Pierce has perfected the art of flying beneath society’s radar. Prosecutor, Cooper Reed is a threat to her carefully hidden truths, but how is a woman supposed to resist a man capable of handling a psychotic great dane while charming her out of her panties before she has the chance to blink?

Excerpt:

“So, this is The Canine Academy?” He eyed the cages. “Where are your other students?” A soft release of pent up breath reached his ears and he smiled. Yes, off balance was just how he wanted her.
“Gone for the day.”
“Why is Pippin still here?”
“Pippin required a more intense program. He’s our only boarder at the moment.”
“Have dinner with me,” he said, without turning around. She didn’t answer and he waited several beats before glancing over his shoulder. Her eyes shuttered, she fell back on sarcasm.
“We just finished dinner. What do you have, a tapeworm?”
He faced her. “I’d like to take you to dinner, Rylee.”
Her hand went to Belle’s head beside her and she jutted her chin up a notch. “That wouldn’t be a good idea, Coop.”
“Why? I’m attracted to you, and a man can tell when the attraction is mutual.”
She said nothing, returning his gaze while she scratched the fur between Belle’s ears.
“It’s just a meal.” He crossed his arms. “I’m not suggesting we jet off to Vegas.”
She snorted softly. “That’s a relief. Casinos give me a headache.”
The dry sarcasm made him smile. She hadn’t said no.
“Look, you’re a great-looking guy.”
He flashed a grin, pleased when her lips twitched in response.
“And I admit you have a certain amount of charm.”
“But?”
“But, your father is married to my aunt.”
“Your mother’s cousin,” he corrected. He dropped his arms to his sides and stepped toward her. “And Dad and Silvia can get their own dinner.”
Her lips formed a genuine smile, but she shook her head. “People rarely come out of this kind of thing on friendly terms.”
“This kind of thing?” He continued to advance.
“We’re connected through Sil and Elliott. I don’t want to see them caught in the middle when this…dating thing, or whatever it is you’re after, ends.”
“This dating thing?”
“Or whatever it is you’re after,” she repeated. As he closed the distance, she stepped back and bumped up against the shark cage. She slapped her spread fingers against his chest to prevent him from coming any closer. “I’m not in the market for a relationship right now.”
“Then we don’t have a problem, because neither am I.” He brushed a fingertip over the perfect skin of her cheekbone. “So, here’s what I suggest.”
Her eyelids fluttered, pupils dilating, and reluctant temptation replaced the wariness in her dark orbs. Still, she kept a defensive hand on his chest.
“If you insist on negotiating when I’ve already explained my concerns,” she said, holding his gaze, “I’d rather you didn’t touch me.”
He checked the urge to kiss her at the artless admission of finding his touch disturbing. Instead, he moved his hand to the cage beside her head. He wrapped his fingers around the metal bar and dipped his head, bringing his face closer to hers. She blinked but held her ground, boldly meeting his gaze.
“I propose we get to know one another,” he pressed. “A few dinners. Maybe a show, or a ball game or two if you like. We find out what makes each other tick.”
“Hmmm.” Her mouth moved into a smirk. “Five seconds ago you were talking a meal. Now it’s a few dinners and a ball game or two. At this rate we’ll be jetting off to Vegas by the end of the week.”
She didn’t try to stop him when he took the final step that brought their bodies within inches of each other. “Has anyone ever accused you of being a wiseass?”
Head cocked as though considering the question, her mouth quivered on a smile.
“Nope.”
“How about a liar?”
She lost the battle with the smile and her low laugh sent a lash of desire whipping across his midsection. He did what he’d wanted to do since arriving at his father’s condo days ago. Leaning in, he took…

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The kiddo graduates today at 1:00 pm! High School is over and I’m glad. This kid of mine is brilliant but has hated the whole bureaucracy of the school system since he was five years old. If he thought what the teacher said or wanted was stupid, he wouldn’t do it. At all. I said at least 26 million times, “If the teacher wants it, you have to do it. It affects your grade.” He was a master at ignoring me.

Another thing I said ad nauseum was “You can make 100s all day long on the tests, but if you don’t turn in the homework, your grades will be lower because zeros averaged in with 100s are still zeros.”

Alas, none of these words went in. Despite his stubbornness, he’s graduating with an over 3.5 GPA, was captain of academic team, is an AP Scholar many times over (but that’s because of the tests that he aces) and also a National Merit Commended Scholar.

He SAYS he’s going to be spectacular in college because all the teachers care about there is test grades and he’s brilliant at that. He also says he taught himself everything he knows and school up til now was a waste of time.

Yes, this child is unique. I love him but all my grey hair is attributable to him. So glad to get him out of high school. *whew*

Bet ya didn’t know that Neil Diamond wrote several songs that the Monkees made popular. They are I’m a Believer; Lookout, Here Comes Tomorrow; A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You; and Love to Love. A couple of them are not as popular as I’m a Believer and A Little Bit Me, but I really enjoyed all the songs they sang. I adored this show even though it was a bit silly. I’m a Peter Tork kind of girl. Who’s your favorite Monkee?

Posted by: Author | May 30, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

I’m guest blogging today here: tabithashay.blogspot.com

Posted by: Author | May 29, 2012

Guest Extraordinaire! Gail Delaney

JILLIAN: Today I have a wonderful guest, Gail Delaney. She’s the editor in chief at Desert Breeze Publishing and not only is she an awesome person (who I adore) and editor, she’s a pretty spectacular writer. I hope you enjoy this little interview with her and learning a bit about her story, Janus. First, I’m going to post the blurb so that some of the questions I’m asking Gail make more sense. The excerpt is at the end of the interview.

Blurb:
It’s been a year since Humanity rose up against their alien oppressors and took back Earth from the Sorracchi. The war left Earth devastated, crippled, but not beaten. Under the leadership of President Nick Tanner and in collaboration with their new Areth and Umani allies, the Earth seeks stable ground again.

John Smith of the Areth was a soldier before his queen asked him to serve as ambassador to Earth, and he is out of his element. Restricted in his position from carrying a weapon, he has no way of defensing himself or his adopted son when the Xenos — a group of Humans wishing to purge the Earth of all alien influence — decide they want him dead.

Jenifer is a soldier for hire, and answers to no one but her own common sense. She first refused the “job” of serving as John’s bodyguard, but a glimpse at the heart of the man convinces her to accept the responsibility.

John has two faces: a soldier and an ambassador of peace. Jenifer has two faces: the steel-skinned warrior and the forgotten person she once was. Too many people hide behind masks, and it’s those hiding who want John dead.

INTERVIEW:

JILLIAN: When did you first become a fan of science fiction? Can you remember the first book you read in the genre? First movie or television show?

GAIL: I enjoyed science fiction back as far as I can remember. Star Wars came out when I was in elementary school, and I first watched it because I had a crush on a boy named Peter who was into it, so I watched it. And I watched the rest because I wanted to. 🙂

Star Trek: TOS went into syndication when I was in elementary school, too. I remember watching it every afternoon and writing notes in a little notebook with stardates and mission logs. I just grew from there. Star Wars, Star Trek, The Last Starfighter, Enemy Mine, Battlestar Galactica, Buck Rogers… I loved them all. Doctor Who was a big one for me in junior high and high school as PBS syndicated the British episodes about two years behind.

As an adult, I am still drawn to science fiction. Stargate SG-1 and Farscape are big ones for me, but I also like the contemporary science fiction shows like X-Files and Fringe.

JILLIAN: Where did you get the inspiration for the names of the Sorracchi, Areth and Umani? Do they have special meanings or did you just like the sound of them?

GAIL: Both Areth and Umani are plays on Earth and Human, which play well into some of the mythos of the series. Sorracchi just sounded mean and bad… those hard consonants, I guess. I don’t recall really thinking about Sorracchi… it just fell off my fingertips, so to speak.

JILLIAN: I love that about the names. So clever that you used Earth and Human. Explain to us the new world order. There is a president of the world in your story. How do the individual countries that existed in our day come to merge into a one world government?

GAIL: In the history prior to the Phoenix series, our world made first contact with aliens in the early part of the 21st century (technically about three years ago. LOL). It took nearly two decades before the political structure of the world changes to a single, unified government under one person… a president. As far as representation of the countries, thing of our own government structure, but instead on a state by state level, continent by continent and country by country. Before the war that nearly destroyed the planet, the Sorracchi had begun to infiltrate many levels of government, both covertly and openly.

When the world fell apart, and all the prior chain of command was gone, decisions had to be made fast to give the world a leader. We returned to the single World President structure, but with slight variations on terms and procedures, and with the idea things would change as required. It’s in a state of flux in Phoenix Rising, under the command of one man. Nik Tanner.

JILLIAN: What are the weapons commonly used in the world you created in this story?

GAIL: Most often, they use a pulse weapon — rifle, pistol, etc. Projectile weaponry is nearly non-existent. There are other power or energy based weapons that are evolved from our weapons of today. You might carry a Glock, but it’s not the Glock you’d have today. The assault on the body is less messy, but just as deadly.

JILLIAN: Tell us about Silas and his mother. What happened to her and how did Ambassador John Smith come to adopt him?

GAIL: Silas’ mother Chloe was no more than a passing acquaintance to John Smith. At the time, he was working in a medical facility gathering information to bring back to his queen. No one had any idea an alien lived and worked among them. Chloe was one of his many peers, a woman he felt free to speak with but not much more. it was fate that brought Silas to John’s care.

On the day the Sorracchi showed their true faces and launched a global attack on Earth and its inhabitants, John was in a park in Chicago and happened to run into Chloe and her son — barely five years old at the time — and stopped to talk. Then the Death Bringers filled the sky, and they ran for their lives. Chloe died that day, and John took the boy under his care. It wasn’t long before John loved the boy as his own, and couldn’t imagine giving him to another to care for. There was no formal adoption in a world torn apart, but no one questioned him taking the boy.

JILLIAN: You had an earlier series with the name Phoenix Rebellion. Is this series a continuation of that series or of the world you created in that series? It seems so since we have Phoenix in the title. I love the name of the new series, Phoenix Rising. Of course we all know the Phoenix in mythology rises from the ashes. Was this your inspiration for the series title? Can you tell us about that?

GAIL: Phoenix Rising picks up about a year after the end of The Phoenix Rebellion, and it is very much about the world pulling itself from the ashes after the war with the Sorracchi. It’s in The Phoenix Rebellion you learn who the Areth are, who the Umani are, who the Sorracchi are, and the treachery of our enemy. Phoenix Rising is very much about us rising up to become something new.

The tagline for the first series is “Out of ashes, humanity will rise again” and Phoenix Rising is the truth of that statement.

JILLIAN: Tell us something the average person doesn’t know about you.

GAIL: Oh, goodness. I’m a fairly open book. And I love telling stories about myself and my family, my family history… so it’s hard to know what someone wouldn’t know.

But, I guess since it’s a story people find cool when I tell it, most wouldn’t know I’m the child of a multi-generational marriage. My mom was a cougar before it was cool to be a cougar. She was 39 years old when she met my dad… right after he turned 21. He was my half-brother’s (who was 19 at the time) best friend. Mom was a widow, and never imagined when she said her son’s friend could come by to celebrate his birthday she’d be marrying him 19 days later (yes, 19 days) have her last baby (me) at 42 years old. They were married for nearly 25 years when she passed away. And people wonder why I love a good romance. 🙂

JILLIAN: That is an awesome story. I know how much your parents meant to you and that they loved/lived together in a happy marriage after a nineteen day courtship is so special. And not to change the subject, but What do you do for fun?

Gail: Disneyland. 🙂 When we lived on the East Coast, we traveled to DisneyWorld at least once a year, and loved it. Now, living near Los Angeles, we can skip to Disney every few weeks. I love spending time with my family, my husband and kids are great.

If traveling isn’t involved, quite often my kids will congregate in my bedroom and we’ll do a sic fi marathon. Most recently we watched Farscape all the way through, and I think we’re going to do X-Files or Doctor Who next.

JILLIAN: You’re very busy with your career. How much time would you say you spend in pursuing your own writing as opposed to looking at other writers’ work?

GAIL: These days, I’d say it’s about 90%/10% in favor of other writers’ work. But, I knew going into this endeavor the publishing house would come first. I find my time when my muse speaks loudest and most productively.

JILLIAN: You have a couple of characters I’m very interested in- tell us two things about Connor Montgomery that we won’t find in the novel and two things about Mel Briggs that we won’t find there either. Give us some insight into their back story.

GAIL: Connor Montgomery is the brother of First Lady Caitlin Montgomery (whom the readers get to know well in the first series). She thought he was dead for much of the book, and doesn’t find out he’s alive until the very end.

What you don’t know is Connor was raised in France with his parents, which is why every once in awhile he slips into French — especially when he’s swearing. But, the heartbreak is that he was talking with his mother from two hundred miles away from Paris when the Sorracchi bombed it, and he heard his mother die.

Mel was ‘designed’. The Sorracchi, before they were known by their real name, presented humanity with the chance to better ourselves through genetic manipulation, gene cleansing, and selective parenting. Mel’s mother was a scientist, her father a powerful military leader. They barely knew each other before Mel was artificially conceived in a lab. She was raised by her mother, with only the knowledge of who her father — or paternal contributor — was, but she has worked her entire military career to make him proud. That’s kind of a lot of things. 🙂

JILLIAN: Masks seem to be a theme in this book. Can you give us any insight into that?

GAIL: Janus was a god of two faces, and this is a common thread throughout the book and going forward into the series, because no storyline really begins and ends with each book. They are definitely and intrinsically linked. Going back to the first series, the Sorracchi wore two faces — the wolf and the sheep. John Smith wears two faces, the ambassador and the soldier. Jenifer is a powerful woman, but she hides a secret. And there are people who wear two faces you won’t know about — not in this book, at least. 🙂
Excerpt

The president patted Smith’s shoulder as the boarding ramp disappeared into the ship and the docking clamps released. Over their head, the roof peeled back to allow the ship to rise straight up. President Tanner left the ambassador alone in the center of the bay, meeting up with his security staff at the door. One went with the president, the other remaining behind to wait for the ambassador.
Smith moved back from the center of the bay, moving clear of the low-energy propulsion waves. His head tipped back as he watched the ship leave, his shoulders dropping. With a subtle ripple through the air as the engines engaged, the Constellation rose into the atmosphere and disappeared from sight.
The roof folded back in to block out the sun. As soon as the roof closed, and the hydraulics hissed back into place, the ambassador’s head tipped forward and he crumpled — no other word came to mind for what she saw. He folded in on himself, his head held in his hands, and his arms on his bent knees as his shoulders shook.
She was supposed to meet up with the president again, but seeing the ambassador’s silent grief stopped her. People gave more away when they thought no one was watching, especially in their grief.
Jenifer took a step forward, stopping at the edge of the shadow so she was still hidden, and watched. Of course, he knew he wasn’t alone. The security guard was at the door, but even the guard had turned away to allow him a few minutes. She wondered if what she saw was the true measure of the man, or whether like most politicians, every action — every glance — every word — was a performance for any eyes that might see.
She didn’t believe altruistic people really existed. Everyone had an agenda. Everyone wanted what they could get out of whatever they did. No one did anything just to be kind, just to help, just because it was right.
John Smith had a long way to go before he convinced her otherwise.
He stayed in position for several minutes, only the occasional muffled sound of his weeping reaching her in her dark corner. Finally his shoulders relaxed and he raised his head. The echo of his heavy sigh whispered through the empty bay and he rose, scrubbing his palms over his face. One quick rake of his fingers through his hair, and he walked to the exit door.

Bio

Gail R. Delaney has been actively writing ‘for publication’ since 1996. The first novel she ever wrote is still sitting on her computer, waiting for the major rewrite that will make it acceptable. She says she has learned a great deal since writing that book, and it shows when she looks back at that rough draft.

Gail has had several novels published in the genres of contemporary romance, romantic suspense and futuristic romance. Her novels have received several nominations and awards since she was first published in 2005.

Gail and her family recently moved from the cold and blustry east coast to Southern California, and is loving every moment of sunshine she can soak in — without risking a sun burn.

Posted by: Author | May 28, 2012

Desert Breeze Books On Sale

Lots of Desert Breeze Publishing books are on sale this week until the end of the month. They are marked to .99 and I’ve read a lot of the authors and like their work. I picked up a few that I haven’t read yet to see of they appeal to me. For .99, what do I have to lose but a buck, right?

Here’s the link to mine: http://www.amazon.com/Redemption-for-the-Devil-ebook/dp/B005CQ5VM4/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1338127082&sr=1-3

Posted by: Author | May 27, 2012

Came Across this Quote and Wanted to Share

This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don’t consider it rejected. Consider that you’ve addressed it ‘to the editor who can appreciate my work’ and it has simply come back stamped ‘Not at this address’. Just keep looking for the right address. — Barbara Kingsolver

Isn’t that a super way to look at a rejection letter? Check out her website, too. http://www.kingsolver.com/

And sadly, because you know how my brain works, this song is now in my head.

Posted by: Author | May 25, 2012

Friday Facts- May 25, 2012- Hippogriff

The mythological creature called a Hippogriff is the result when a griffin mates with a mare. They have the talons, feathery wings and eagle head of the griffin and the body of the horse. These cretures are rare since the horse was prey to the mythological griffin.

These creatures have played a role in many old or medieval poems and stories but the most commonly known one now would be the one in Harry Potter named Buckbeak.

There are statues of the hippogriff in Geneva, Switzerland and in Venice, Italy. I’m quite sure there are more as well in other locations.

By the Way, Redemption for the Devil, my Irish historical is on sale at Amazon until the end of the month of .99. http://www.amazon.com/Redemption-for-the-Devil-ebook/dp/B005CQ5VM4/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1337950175&sr=1-3

Posted by: Author | May 23, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | May 22, 2012

Special Guest- Maria Hammerblad

Jillian: My guest today is Maria Hammerblad. She’s a writer with Desert Breeze Publishing, too and she writes Sci-fi. I love her cover. It’s so cool. I hope you all enjoy her post and her excerpt.

Maria: Before I say anything else, a big Thank You to Jillian for welcoming me to her blog. I’m delighted to be here!

My new book – Kidnapped – is just released with Desert Breeze Publishing, and I was talking about it on Twitter the other day when someone said, “Kidnapped, isn’t that name already taken?”
I smiled and thought, “Well, every name is already taken.” Just for fun, I went to Amazon to do a little count, but I tired of it at thirty-something different Kidnapped.

The question got me thinking though; names are funny things. It’s a science fiction book, and calling it “Abducted” might have been more appropriate, but I associate that word with little green men doing unmentionable things to their captives. That’s not what the book is about. It’s more about being lost, and finding both oneself and the way home.
I have problems naming characters too. A lot of the time when I write, I finish most of the book with the hero and heroine eloquently named X and Y. I know what they look like, what they think and feel, what food they like, and the names of their best friends when they grew up. I just don’t know their names. The heroine of Kidnapped started out as Elizabeth, but it didn’t work. I tried Debbie and Carrie, but neither was completely right. Then, she became Patricia, and everything fell into place. To me, a name carries something of a character’s personality, and it has to be just right.

Blurb:

It’s a late winter night when Patricia Risden heads home in her car, on a road she’s driven many times before. She doesn’t have a care in the world, that is, until a man appears from nowhere, right in front of her.
The next thing she knows is being a prisoner of the unscrupulous Alliance Commander Travis 152, an intimidating man who demands information and complete cooperation. Travis soon realizes his mistake; Tricia doesn’t know anything, and she is incapable of even getting a glass of water from the ship’s computer.
Infamous for being a ruthless executioner, conditioned since childhood to feel nothing besides fear and pain, he still deems her harmless, and finds enough pity for the lost young woman to let her out of the cell; a decision that will change both their lives forever.

I have a little excerpt from the book:

Everyone chosen for the corps was taught at young ages never to feel bored, and never to be lonely. Travis could spend years alone in his craft without anything to do or anyone to talk to. And still, here he was, chatting with a prisoner from a planet so remote most people had forgotten about it.
Giving the young woman a thoughtful glance, he decided he knew all he needed to, more than he had ever wanted to, and it was time to go. He rose up agilely and was surprised to hear her voice call out, “No, wait, please don’t leave me alone!”
It was surprisingly tempting to look back, but he didn’t; he marched out into the corridor with its endless rows of cells. A voice from his memory echoed in his head. It was his commanding officer snarling, “Such a pathetic little creature.”
He heard a woman’s scream, one of many imprints in his brain that would never go away, and his commander’s quiet laugh. Through the commotion in his mind, he could also hear the real but muffled sound of Patricia crying on the other side of the wall. Shaking his head made the imagined noises go away, but the weeping was still there. He turned abruptly and entered the cell again. “Don’t do that.”
Patricia lifted her face up and sniffled, “Don’t do what?”
He felt a frown forming, “The thing with your eyes.”
She was trying to shout at him, but her voice cracked, and he felt an unfamiliar twinge of sympathy when he heard the forlorn, “I’ll stop if you take me home. I didn’t do anything.”
Shrugging slightly, he answered amiably, “I know. You’re really useless, aren’t you?”
He looked down at his gloved hand, flexing it, but couldn’t help seeing she was trying to dry her eyes, evidently too afraid not to obey. “Maybe I should just kill you. Since you’re useless.”
The threat didn’t seem to faze her and he crouched down to be able to look into her eyes. “I can’t take you back. I’ve already reported in I’m bringing you. They’d kill us both.”
“So what? Now they’ll only kill me? Unless you do it first?”
Her feistiness was admirable, and he tried to tell her the truth. “No. You’re young and strong. You’ll be sent to some colony as labor. It could be worse.”
He rose up again and headed towards the door, and when he heard her voice call out for him this time, he did glance back over his shoulder. She said, “Can I have some more water?”
He surprised himself with flashing a quick smile. “Figure out how to get it.”

Jillian: Maria’s book is available at Desert Breeze Publishing – Thanks again for coming by, Maria. it was fun!

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