Lights like the eyes of the devil #mfrwhooks

Time for another hook from Rescuing Prince Charming, a science fiction romance. Dusty Johnson, a mild-mannered tech writer, and a Kwadran* guard have discovered a time bomb hidden in the mechanical deck of an unfinished starship prototype. Now they hurry to remove it from the ship before it explodes.

* Kwadrans are technologically advanced humans from an alternate Earth who are marooned on our Earth.

Too late, she realized she should’ve denied her disdain for the aliens. Even though he was just a security flunky who’d skipped bomb disposal class, her careless admissions might go on her record—and if the Kwadrans started investigating, they might discover her secret. She’d get kicked off the project before they’d finished thanking her for saving the starship.

If she saved the starship. They’d reached a dead end, closed in by walls of machinery.

She forced out words sharp with anger and fear. “You should’ve let me lead. I know this ship.”

“Then you know that if we squeeze through here…” As he wedged himself between the primary and secondary Astrogation Analyzers, his words echoed then died away.

She hated that he was right even more than she was thrilled he was right. Scowling, she followed him to an open space lit by flashing red and yellow LEDs on a recycling meter. The lights were like the eyes of the devil, but she kept moving.

“This is the fifth sabotage attempt in the last few months.” She was almost panting. Too much time spent behind a desk.

“Third,” he corrected.


“You know more about this than Security?” He stopped abruptly and shone his flashlight at her face as though interrogating her. His voice was all Kwadran, curt and accusing. “How?”

Temporarily blinded, she banged her elbow against a sharp edge, sending a spear of pain down her ulnar nerve. She rubbed her crazy bone. “The gossip mill down here is the most efficient communication device ever concocted by mankind.”

She was about to bark at him to keep moving, but he’d already turned to weave his way through the machinery. Either he accepted her explanation or he was smart enough to defer the interrogation until later.

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Rescuing Prince Charming

She’s no heroine. He’s no Prince Charming.
Not exactly the pair you’d choose to defend Earth’s first starship.

Dusty Johnson, a self-styled ordinary, everyday woman, responds with extraordinary heroism when saboteurs try to bomb the prototype of Earth’s first starship. She wants to return to anonymity, but that burst of courage propels her ever deeper into dangers that tear the scabs off her dark past — 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 may be his only ally against Earth’s most elusive enemies.



  1. janwal · · Reply

    I’m enjoying this bit. The like lights like the evey of the devil has a great ring

    1. I agree . . . though it doesn’t sound terribly romantic.

  2. Yup – gossip mills are pretty good at knowing what’s what.

    1. And we find out later that the security administrator thought that sabotage attempts reflected poorly on him, so he didn’t record them all officially.

  3. I’d say that the gossip mill is the most efficient communication device everywhere! Great excerpt!

    1. Except, of course, where the gossip is totally wrong!

  4. Cathy Brockman · · Reply

    Great hook

    1. You think it’ll catch some fish, then?

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