Uh…yes, it WAS her problem #mfrwbookhooks

Welcome to the Marketing for Romance Writers blog hop, Book Hooks. Writers share a short snippet of their works to entice you. Here’s another tasty treat from my new release, Rescuing Prince Charming.

Dusty Johnson and an unknown guard have found a time bomb hidden in the guts of a prototype starship. A narrow tunnel is the only access to the room where the guard holds the bomb. Not trusting each other, they trade insults, sounding each other out. (Edited slightly from the published version.)

Despite his complaints about chivalry, he handed her the shoebox. Holding the box reassured her . . . for a moment. Just an everyday shoebox, heavier than most, but just a shoebox.

“Maybe you aren’t as dumb as you look,” she said.

In truth, she hadn’t paid enough attention to know if he looked like Einstein or Forest Gump. A bomb-disposal pro would be trained to handle terror yet remain polite, but she was just an unadventurous tech writer holding death in her hands. That was the best excuse for rudeness she’d ever had, but still . . .  “Look, I apologize for –”

“Get moving!”

Mindful of the metal shard, she wriggled backward. Despite the cool air, sweat ran down her temples and tickled between her breasts. “I’m out of the tunnel. How much longer now until the message warned that the bomb” — a bomb she held in her hands, and she was very attached to her hands — “is supposed to explode?”

 “Seven minutes, eighteen seconds.”

She wasn’t surprised at the precision of his answer. Kwadrans—aboriginal Americans hailing from the future of an alternate Earth — had tiny computers-slash-thought-activated-radios implanted under their collarbones. One of these days, she wanted an implant for herself, if she lived that long . . .which was more doubtful now than yesterday. Getting out of the ship would take a while, leaving almost no time for real bomb disposal experts to work. But that wasn’t her problem.

Uh . . . yes, it was.

FWIW, here’s an Amazon reader said about the opening:

This has one of the best opening scenes every. (sic) What a way for two people to meet.

Be sure to check out the book hooks by other great writers in the Book Hooks blog hop. Tuesday I’m picking up two of my sons at the airport for their holiday visit, so I may be later than sometimes to visit other hookers, but I’ll do it. I promise!

Rescuing Prince Charming

Dusty Johnson, a self-styled ordinary, everyday woman, responds with extraordinary heroism when saboteurs try to bomb the prototype of Earth’s first starship. Although she yearns to return to anonymity, that moment of courage propels her ever deeper into dangers that tear the scabs off her dark secrets—and thrust her into the arms of the unattainable man of her dreams.

Reese Eaglesbrood, an alien prince, yearns to restore his tattered reputation by guiding the starship project to completion, but his fascination with the unassuming heroine threatens to undermine his fragile authority. Shunning Dusty is necessary, yet unthinkable — and when the saboteurs strike again, she is his only ally against Earth’s most elusive enemies.

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  1. Love your characters, Ed!

    1. Thanks, so much, Lisabet!

  2. Great humor in the midst of horror!

    1. Desperate times can bring out unexpected responses that say a lot about the people.

  3. Characters are most interesting. Not much time left for her. Love the humor.

    1. I’m delighted you like the characters. That’s a huge plus.

    1. Thanks for the tweet, Helen!

  4. Uh yeah it’s her problem – she’s holding the bomb!!! Great snippet. Tweeted.

  5. Yeah, after briefly thinking things were under control she realized the dour truth.

  6. […] Intrigued? Then read the snippit. Uh…yes, it WAS her problem #mfrwbookhooks […]

  7. Love that last line. Uh… yes it was. LOL

    1. One of the things I look for in a snippet is a good line to end with.

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