Today is the last snippet from Love thy Galactic Enemy, — which is now live!
I’m continuing with last week’s action scene, where we see Finn’s heroic side. Riding a grav sled while Minta, and a friend are returning from a clinic visit, a Finn is startled when a quartet of men attack. Up to now, he’s been ill and passive. He’s sweet, sure, but not the virile conqueror typical of sci fi romance. But we learn that he has a Dervish implant that slows time and improves reflexes, giving him an extraordinary amount of time to react to the enemies.
Only one attacker headed toward him; they underestimated him.
Two others, including the sword bearer, headed around the sled on Minta’s side. She must be the target.
The fourth was tramping into the underbrush on Sandrina’s side, because the sled was at the edge of the path.
It seemed to Finn he had all the time in the world to aim the clothing bag at his attacker’s face. Garments spilled out of it and flew through the air. A colorful dress landed on the man’s face like a shroud, blinding him. At the same instant, Finn reached behind to grab the sled’s control stick. While the attacker clawed at the dress, Finn jerked the accelerator to high, though of course it seemed slow to him. The sled’s deck smashed into the man’s shin with a painful crack.
Broken tibia, out of action. One down, three to go.
Finn threw himself off the sled. The downside of slowing time was that he had longer to feel the pain of landing hard on his arm. Two additional bursts of prolonged agony as attacker number two’s feet hit first his shoulder then his forehead.
Finn’s training overrode the pain. His head wasn’t the smartest thing to use to trip the man, but hey, it worked. With one hand, he grabbed the man’s foot as it soared slowly through the air. Twisted it ninety degrees. The leg didn’t break — too bad — but something gave way with a nauseating crunch. Torn meniscus? Dislocated hip?
Whatever. Temporarily out of action.
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.