Dusting off her palms with a theatrical flourish #mfrwhooks

More today from The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station, a science fiction romance that’s among my personal favorites because of the heroine. Sandrina is far and away the best character I’ve created — best in the sense of morality, goal in life, and good intentions, even though she’s mute and an outcast.

She also has a feisty side. Immediately after Duke, the space station’s head of Security, lets her go after catching her in the act, she stews over his motivation.

Why was he letting her go free? He hadn’t said, but undoubtedly, it was because she was disfigured. Crippled.

Pitiable.

At one level, his sympathy delighted her. The piercing intelligence of his eyes had enthralled her during the very first news feed announcing his hiring. Her crush intensified after listening — from the back of the room — whenever he gave a witty yet earnest speech about improvements to security. And his voice! His smooth, confident baritone soothed her ears as though she was the most precious woman he’d ever met. She was three-quarters in love even before he climbed on top of her.

But deep down, his sympathy infuriated her. He should’ve chucked her in a chicken coop for breaking and entering, with added time for having an illegal lock override. At a bare minimum, he should have frisked her. With extreme thoroughness.

She edged away while he watched from near the foot of the bed, his forehead wrinkled in a bemused, lopsided expression. As the door started to slide shut, their gazes met. Sandrina thrust out an arm to stop the door, and then stalked over to him. With every step, she warned herself to turn around.

What are you going to do, demand he arrest you? Scat while the scatting’s good, you dummy. Don’t press your luck.

Yet she kept going. Stopping a foot away, she craned her neck upward. He needed to shave. His lips were parted, revealing straight, white teeth hinting at conscientious, caring parents. A cleft added character to a strong, square chin that proclaimed his effortless masculine dominance. By all the stars, he was lovely.

“I apologize again, ma’am, for my roughness. You have to admit, though, you were acting mighty sus–“

With the stiffened fingers of both hands, Sandrina jabbed his chest. He stumbled back and hit the bed. Oofing and flailing, he toppled backward onto the mattress.

Dusting off her palms with a theatrical flourish-, Sandrina marched away.

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The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station

Three Strangers Facing an Enemy Invasion

The space pirates think they’ve conquered Farflung Space Station — but they didn’t count on Duke. The station’s Head of Security wants to prove to his army-officer parents he’s outgrown his youthful rebelliousness. Defeating a small army of pirates single-handedly is the perfect opportunity.

And they didn’t count on Lockey. This kick-ass princess knows every weapon and martial arts system in the galaxy. She fell in love with Duke at first sight, so winning his heart — and destroying the pirates — are her greatest desires.

And most importantly, the pirates didn’t count on Sandrina. After loving Duke from afar, she now yearns to fight with—and for — him. The attractive waif has discovered so many of Farflung’s secrets that she’s the most powerful person on the station, though nobody knows it yet.

They’re about to find out.


The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station is Book One in the Repelling the Invasion series — look for Book Two within the next few days. It is available wherever fine e-books are sold, including:

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6 comments

  1. LOL – She just put him in his place without a single word. And issued a challenge. Love it.

    1. You’ll notice what place she put him in. Bed. Not that that is significant or anything.

  2. love it. So much in just a simple push.

    1. Yep. She has proclaimed she’s no pushover . . . so to speak.

  3. You always give me a chuckle. The bit about arresting her was funny

    1. Not many suspects, I imagine, look forward to being frisked.

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