I, Effing Feline, am washing myself. Ed gave me the remnants of his tuna sandwich, and I love tuna. Now I’m washing myself to spread the glorious aroma all over my body.
I’m sharing another snippet from Mr V’s SF romance, Escapee. After their remote mining moon is attack by enemies, Catt Sayer, the crusty captain of a decrepit airship, lands at a destroyed army base to look for survivors. She finds only one: Hector Dukelsky, a by-the-book army captain.
She can’t leave him there to die, so she grudgingly invites him aboard her airship. When he tells her to carry his luggage and calls her Miss Sayer, she explodes.
“It’s not Miss Sayer, it’s Captain Sayer, owner and operator of the only transportation capable of carrying you to safety so you can bloviate another day. I’m not your servant.”
Dukelsky cocked his head to one side. His eyes seemed to focus on her for the first time and his voice lost its peremptory quality. “I shall carry the kitten and the skoot, as well their food. If, however, you would rather carry the animals…?”
Suppressing a shudder, she glanced at the spindly-legged reptile. It flicked saliva off the end of its tongue, then smiled at her. Imagining how she’d taste covered with catsup?
Edward Hoornaert’s romantic space opera, Escapee, continues the saga of the Dukelsky family (begun in The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station). If you like The African Queen and the thrill of underdogs finding love while battling a hostile environment, you’ll love Escapee.
Don’t let this rousing adventure escape from you.