How to get a ransom note to the king #mfrwhooks

In these snippets from my sci fi rom, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, the ‘hero’ is Quinn, a petty crook and conman masquerading as a Royal Guardian. He has led Marianne Harmon, the queen’s sister, to an old, abandoned town from before his people ‘hopped’ to our earth.

Marianne and eleven-year-old Elfy use one of town’s automated tailors to get clothes appropriate for their long hike.

“You ladies went wild with the tailor, I see.” For himself, Quinn carried only a change of shirt and underwear, static-folded to fit in his back pockets. They each had twenty times as much stuff. Females!

Elfy dismissed him with a haughty glance. “Carry my bag for me, Charleyjohn.” Getting out of pajamas seemed to have reminded her she was royalty. Not that she’d ever really forgotten.

“What am I, your slave?”

“I’ll take it,” Marianne said.

“You shouldn’t have to lug both of them.” He grabbed Elfy’s bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Marianne smiled at him. “Thank you, Quinn.”

As they headed toward the hotel, he realized Marianne had duped him into doing exactly what the brat wanted. That was toes over nose. He was the one who duped people, not the one who got duped.

Marianne had manipulated him. The kid treated him like a servant. And the more he thought about it, the king was sure to treat him like a a kidnapper. Because of a pretty face—and feet, and dress, and especially legs — he’d forgotten the cardinal rule of a loner’s life: Look out for yourself first, and then help someone else. Maybe.

If he was going to be treated like a kidnapper, why not do it? If he played this right, Marianne would never need to know. He could continue to enjoy this delirious flirtation and then simply disappear from her life.

Instead of taking her to the surface, he would lead her to La Petite Place, a remote, deserted kwayviva [underground town]. For all he knew there was a full-blown revolution up there, with fighting in the streets. She’d be safer down here, wouldn’t she?

And if he could figure out how to get a ransom note to the king, and if some money happened to come his way . . . well, heroes deserved a reward, didn’t they?

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Alien Contact for Kid Sisters

Fleeing murderous rebels, the queen’s sister finds a hero to save her.
Or is he kidnapping her, instead?

Marianne is sick of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.

Quinn, a scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her—or kidnap her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?

8 comments

  1. Machiavellian machinations!

    But I think you’re a day early for MFRW Hooks!

    1. But Lisabet, this means I’m the lucky one who gets to eat the worm!

  2. Cathy Brockman · · Reply

    That crafty Quinn!

    1. Thanks for stopping by, Cathy.

  3. Great bit here. I do like him

    1. He’s a scam artist and is contemplating kidnapping . . .What’s not to like?

  4. Oh my god. This sounds like a hoot. LOL 🙂

    1. I’m prejudiced, but . . . yes, it is.

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