Here are eight sentences from my most recent release, The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station, in which our heroine, Sandrina, drops in for breakfast on the hero and the Other Woman.
Literally drops in. You know, like from the ceiling. (SF, RO)
Sandrina peered down through the grate in the room’s ceiling at a small, round table filled with breakfast. She didn’t realize she was crying until a tear slipped from her eye. The tear fell through the grate … and landed on the woman’s hand as she reached for her cup.
Sandrina froze; the woman froze. The woman recovered first and stared up at the ceiling grate, stunner in hand.
Sandrina jerked aside—too fast, too violently. The grate flew open on its hinge and she plunged down face first. Her legs jammed in the ductwork, leaving her dangling over the table. Upside down, she saw Duke’s wide, startled eyes.
An unusual meet cute, you must admit, with our shy heroine hanging upside down like a bat. Dry humor, romance, and plenty of science fiction adventure–that’s Farflung Angel!
As an aside, NaNoWriMo went well. I’ve already written 50,000 words, which is the NaNo challenge, but I’m keeping going since the book isn’t finished. Tentatively titled Alien Contact for Spies, it will be the third book in the upcoming Alien Contact series I’ll be publishing in the new year.
I hope my poor heroine can get out of the mess I’ve dumped her in. In today’s writing she was kidnapped by a caveman on an alien world. Knowing Dusty, though, I pity the poor caveman.