She had to, because he was a cop #mfrwhooks

I’m continuing with snippets from Love thy Galactic Enemy, — which is now live!

Yes, like Frankenstein’s monster, Love thy Galactic Enemy now stalks the e-readers of the world, spreading havoc (and a bit of romance) across the far reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy. All my hooks from this book have featured that beloved alien pet, the rat-like mizzet.

She glanced back, but the mizzet was gone. Just as well.

She stumbled over something. To keep from falling, she lurched to the left—

— right into the arms of a man.

He’d just emerged from an unmarked door. She would’ve fallen if not for his strong embrace, which was close to a full-body hug that kindled an utterly inappropriate feminine response. She didn’t look at his face. Too busy taking in the name on the broad chest of his hunter-green uniform.

Dukelsky Chief of Farflung Space Station Security.

A cop? The head cop?

Plark!

Her heart raced out of control as she evaluated him. Not as a man — his better-than-Bahadur body didn’t matter — but as an opponent. He was six-foot-four, fit, and a cop. Probably armed, too. She had zero chance of escaping him.

Her evaluation took less than a second. Acting disoriented, which required little thespian skill, she let P. Dukelsky help her regain her footing. His grip was strong, masculine.

“Are you all right ma’am?”

After a moment stretched thin by fear, she nodded. Her awareness shrank to the heat of his hands on her biceps and the narrow, inaccessible corridor behind him, which she feared she might never get to tread.

The two of them stayed like that for a second, though it felt longer. Then, as though suddenly waking up, he looked at his hands—pale, like the fruit of a scooda tree — against the dark of her arm. He let go. “I’m very sorry ma’am. Please forgive me.”

He was a polite cop, but still a cop. She kept her head down and nodded.

“You need to train your mizzet to walk beside you, not twining between your legs, Miss . . .” His voice trailed away, leaving her an opening to supply her name.

Lou didn’t want to, because he was a cop, but she had to, because he was a cop. Which name to use, though?

Be sure to check out the hooks by other great writers in the Book Hooks blog hop.

Love thy Galactic Enemy

Abandoned to the enemy’s tender mercy

Minta, the reserved secretary for a spy team that spread a man-made plague, leaves the planet too late — the team abandons her on the enemy’s space station. She’s forced to fend for herself until she can make contact with an elusive spy, Watcher, who can take her home. To avoid arrest, she nurses a plague victim — a gentle, whimsical man who spouts Lewis Carroll. But to know this enemy is to love him . . .

When Finn Shanwing falls ill, he doesn’t intend to hide that he’s a high-ranking commando. Neither does he intend to fall in love with the secretive nurse who saves his life . . . but by the time he reveals to Minta she saved an enemy commando, it’s too late for his heart. Or hers. Also too late to escape the wrath of Watcher — half-human, half-machine, and both halves obsessed with her.

10 comments

  1. Congratulations on another new release, Ed. Enjoyed the “hook” and GIF.

    1. Thanks so much, Mary!

  2. Carole Anne Carr MA · · Reply

    Poor old mizzet, I’m getting a real attachment to this creature 😊

    1. Then you need to get the book to keep the attachment alive. 😉

  3. The mizzets seem to have a lot in common with cats (e.g. twining between your legs). Of course, as I’m sure Effing would agree, cats are smarter.

    1. He’d also agree (insist, actually) that he’s smarter than every other cat ever, so I’m sure how much that means.

  4. Great post. Oneday I’ll read and enjoy

    1. Today is ‘one day,’ you’ll notice, he says with a helpful, innocent tone of voice.

  5. henhousepublishing · · Reply

    I love the touch of humor. Intriguing excerpt.

    1. My wife felt this book had no humour except at the very end. Go figure.

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