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.
After a wild fifteen minutes, they throw the bomb from a terrace into the ocean, barely in time. Then, because the inimitable thrill of danger made them feel so close so quickly . . . they prepare to ‘celebrate.’ He pulls her into the first empty office, which belongs to the big boss of the starship project. (Wiki is the nickname for the research facility, Owikeeno.)
She didn’t even know this man’s name. She’d never done anything like this. Never been tempted to.
Never risked her life to dispose of a bomb, either. Never felt such a profound and instant connection to a man.
But in the big boss’s office?
Well . . . yes. There was something to be said for wild and naughty.
Within limits, of course. “Your shots are up to date?” she asked. Kwadran medicine had conquered venereal diseases; she was on the pill; and the possibility of safe sex without the awkwardness of a condom was an extra inducement.
“In that case, you can’t stand around in your underwear.” She grabbed the flimsy garment and yanked it down. Nice. Very nice. “There, much better.”
“Agreed.” He reached for her while asking, “What’s your name?”
“No names.” When he cocked his head toward her, she lowered her voice. “Let’s keep this mysterious. Don’t tell me your name. Nothing about you, nothing about me, just two bodies in the dark. Okay?”
“If I get to know you, I’ll start thinking too much.” Wiki was so small she might run into him every day from now on, but she couldn’t think about that. Thinking and analyzing were her main strengths — but also her main weaknesses. “Okay?”
He rolled his eyes, but chuckled and nodded.
“Good.” She took a deep breath, then reached under her skirt to remove her underpants. They joined his on the floor.
He stepped toward her, but she held up her palm to stop him. “This is a one-time deal, and we don’t tell anyone. One and done, then nevermore, quoth the raven.”
He cocked his head to one side. “Raven?”
“Edgar Allen Poe, but never mind. I have a reputation to uphold. Trust me, this place is gossipy. So . . . this is just between us?”
“Agreed.” He rumbled out a chuckle that was the epitome of virility. “I also wish to bury my old reputation and start an unblemished one.”
And while you’re in the neighbourhood (sorry for the spelling, but I returned to Canada recently, and their spelling is contagious):
If you’d be willing to help a poor, befuddled writer choose his next project, vote here.
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.