Time for another hook from Rescuing Prince Charming, a near-future sci fi romance. Dusty Johnson, a mild-mannered tech writer and an alien Kwadran guard have discovered a ticking time bomb hidden in an unfinished starship prototype. They throw the bomb from a terrace into the ocean.
The box arched beyond the pylons and the forest toward the ocean. Being a fiord, the bottom dropped off as steeply as the mountainside, so the box should be well submerged when it went off. She never could’ve thrown it so far.
The box hit the water with an insignificant splash. She waited.
That was all? This whole blood-pumping thing was a hoax?
But just as disappointment threatened to chill her, the dark waters of the Pacific erupted as though a school of huge sea monsters had farted simultaneously. Dusty jerked closer to the stranger. He was warm and alive and his courage took her breath away. Being held by him seemed the most natural thing in the world.
The explosion’s noise, when it reached her a millisecond later, was anticlimactic. If this were a movie, special effects people would’ve added a louder bang and more fireworks. Movie explosions were impressive, not realistic.
“We make a great anti-sabotage team,” she squealed. “They ought to make us a special squad or something.”
“Even though I am . . . how did you put it? A stupid idiot?” His chuckle took the sting from his words. This easygoing playfulness was something else to like about him. “One of those arrogant Kwadrans you dislike? With an attitude problem, too.”
It finally sank in, all the way to the deepest marrow of her bones, that she wasn’t going to die, really and truly, and in that instant an orgasmic realization flooded her soul: she’d never had so much fun in her whole life as in the last ten minutes. With a joyous laugh, she pressed her cheek against his warm, hard biceps. “You’re an idiot with interesting pickup lines, which makes all the difference. Provided you don’t mind that I’m the daughter of a plumber.”
“Let me see.” He wrapped both arms around her waist. “No, I find I don’t mind.”
His body pressed hers with delicious warmth and intimacy. Under any other circumstance, she would’ve objected. Maybe slapped him. But this wasn’t the real world. This was reality on steroids, a riotous and astonishing moment outside of time, and his fierce embrace was perfect. She buried her cheek in the soft, clean-smelling twag of his shirt.
“It’s over,” he said.
Funny, it seemed more like a beginning.
PS Today I have a special treat for all you MFRWers. You can help me choose a title for my WIP. That’s just what you’ve always wanted, I’m sure. I’d love your feedback, and it’ll take only a minute.
PPS I’ll be traveling all day Wednesday — en route to my Golden Wedding Anniversary celebration in Banff, Canada! — so I won’t get around to commenting on your posts as quickly as usual. But I will leave a comment, I promise!
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.