I’m escaping the Arizona heat this week in wonderfully cool Toronto, visiting a couple of my sons and a BIG dog — but I wouldn’t miss the Science Fiction Romance Brigade’s showcase. for anything. Once a month, the brigade’s authors highlight snippets from new works, WIPs, cover reveals or other fun things.
Today I’m highlighting a short selection from my most recent science fiction romance, Newborn, with some great music attached as a bonus.
Have you ever heard music that terrified you? Jo Beaverpaw has. Read on to find out why it frightens her.
According to the clock on the log wall, I’d wasted more than fifteen hours sleeping since my conversation with Darby.
The Kwadran music player Darby had given — no, loaned — me sat near my pillow. With the earphones removed, music filled the room. Haydn, my mind informed me. Why did I know about Papa Haydn when so many important things remained as unknown as the fourth planet of the dimmest star in Orion’s belt?
The mysterious opening of Symphony Thirty-Nine tiptoed through the air like a cat on the hunt. Hesitated. Crept closer, hesitated again. Then pounced.
I somehow knew that even for most music lovers, this symphony remained hidden under the mountain that was Haydn’s hundred-plus symphonies; yet I also knew that the first movement was one of my favorite pieces. The idea of having favorite music comforted me.
But it also terrified me — because I’d never in my life heard this so-called favorite. What was wrong with me?
I’ll bet you’ve never heard this piece, either.
Here’s your chance. The first half minute is the part described in the snippet.
(BTW, as a musician who’s played this symphony, I’m appalled that this conductor is making the musicians stand up for the whole piece. Cruel and inhuman punishment!)
She was born to kill. Not love.
Jo Beaverpaw is born fully grown, well-armed, and impatient to tackle her Destiny … which is to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. Her life is pre-programmed and straightforward – until she meets the sexy bodyguard of her intended target.
What if Schwarzenegger’s robot assassin in the original Terminator were a bad-assed yet petite female? Read Newborn to find out.
And of course, check out the other great writers taking part in the Science Fiction Romance Brigade’s showcase.