I, Effing Feline, am the most literary cat in the universe. Last week I thought I ruled the literary galaxy, but I’ve expanded my dominion to the whole universe.
A little romance, anyone? I’m presenting another selection from the latest WIP, Alien Contact for Heroines, by my pet human, Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine. This selection comes a few chapters after the last one. Dusty and Reese were kidnapped onto a trawler, but they overpowered the villains and took over the boat. Here we see them at the end of a long, terrifying day.
They anchored the ship and then stood arm in arm at the railing to admire their love nest for the night. The bay was surrounded by steep but not high hills. A rocky beach, gleaming a dull white, stretched for thirty meters off to the left.
“See that?” Reese said, pointing to the beach. “The white means there was probably one of my ancestors’ settlements here, hundreds of years ago. They ate so many clams and left the shells on the beach that you can tell where the villages were just by the color.”
When Dusty leaned against his arm, her touch stirred him despite bone-deep tiredness. He was hungry and in desperate need of a shower. Beyond that, his soul was weary from danger, worry about being a fugitive, and anxiety about Dusty’s safety. Yet for one blessed moment, with this woman pressing against his side, he felt content.
Effing Feline again. Mr V knows about the white beaches because during his first teaching job at a one-room school on the northwest coast, archaeologists came and dug up the clamshell beach by the school.
P.S. (That stands for Paws Script) Lording it over the universe is NOT megalomania if one is as masterful as I am.
P.P.S. Make sure you read the snippets by other great weekend writing warriors.
Other science fiction romances in the same series:
When American Indians from the future of an alternate Earth move their entire island nation to our Earth, Seattle biologist Ell Harmon makes the first alien contact and yearns to help the newcomers settle peacefully. But can she hold to that dream during their long quarantine together when she learns that Prince Tro Eaglesbrood has seduced her heart solely for the good of his kingdom?
Marianne Harmon is sick and tired of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.
Quinn Lebatarde, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?