A Snippet from WIP.
Working title: A Ship of Their Own
Series Working title: Space Sisters
I've been working on a new series for the past couple months and hope to have Book One out in late 2018. Too much politics has invaded my mind! This is a series about young women who escape from a violent patriarchal society to space. The protags are quite bit younger than my usual characters, and so far, smexy scenes haven't fit! But like a lot of romantic adventures, everyone is so busy!
Series Working title: Space Sisters
The historical building was on the north side of the campus, a large round domed building. It was the oldest building on the campus and once held the Senate. As a school child, Tamsyn had visited the museum several times.
Professor Clell took them around to the rear. There was a rectangle seam in the wall, no hinges or door handle. She produced a metal key and slid it into a thin slot in the seam. With a creak, the door cracked open. “Okay, we’re in.”
They made their way down to the basement, through the utility and storage areas of the museum to a door. Professor Clell ignored the finger identifier and again used a metal key. “I found the keys in my father’s things after he died. Without them, we could not have studied the Chamber, it wouldn’t have been allowed. The textile department has their own staircase to a storage room in the basement. We could slip down here with no one noticing.”
“No one pays attention to the textile students. We’re just here to keep us busy until our parents marry us off.” Gina said.
Tamsyn thought of her own parents, hidden deep in the north woods, with gratitude.
Inside, it wasn’t dark because the room was filled by the light of an oval platform glowing neon blue.
“All right. Are we ready to do this?” Professor Clell asked.
“Yes. Our future here is bleak,” Helene said.
The others nodded. Forced marriage or servanthood if they rebelled, near slavery. That was the future mapped out for them under General Tervis’ regime.
“ Put our prisoner on the platform. It is probably best to sit down.”
Millie pushed Professor Clell to a console where she keyed in information, glancing at her handheld tablet. She poked her finger with a needle and placed blood drops on a slide that slid out of the console.
“We have a one minute delay, Millie, get us onto the platform.” Millie helped her carefully to the floor of the platform.
They all sat on the glowing blue floor. Professor Clell counted down.
Nothing happened.
A Snippet from WIP.
Working title: A Ship of Their OwnSeries Working title: Space Sisters
The historical building was on the north side of the campus, a large round domed building. It was the oldest building on the campus and once held the Senate. As a school child, Tamsyn had visited the museum several times.
Professor Clell took them around to the rear. There was a rectangle seam in the wall, no hinges or door handle. She produced a metal key and slid it into a thin slot in the seam. With a creak, the door cracked open. “Okay, we’re in.”
They made their way down to the basement, through the utility and storage areas of the museum to a door. Professor Clell ignored the finger identifier and again used a metal key. “I found the keys in my father’s things after he died. Without them, we could not have studied the Chamber, it wouldn’t have been allowed. The textile department has their own staircase to a storage room in the basement. We could slip down here with no one noticing.”
“No one pays attention to the textile students. We’re just here to keep us busy until our parents marry us off.” Gina said.
Tamsyn thought of her own parents, hidden deep in the north woods, with gratitude.
Inside, it wasn’t dark because the room was filled by the light of an oval platform glowing neon blue.
“All right. Are we ready to do this?” Professor Clell asked.
“Yes. Our future here is bleak,” Helene said.
The others nodded. Forced marriage or servanthood if they rebelled, near slavery. That was the future mapped out for them under General Tervis’ regime.
“ Put our prisoner on the platform. It is probably best to sit down.”
Millie pushed Professor Clell to a console where she keyed in information, glancing at her handheld tablet. She poked her finger with a needle and placed blood drops on a slide that slid out of the console.
“We have a one minute delay, Millie, get us onto the platform.” Millie helped her carefully to the floor of the platform.
They all sat on the glowing blue floor. Professor Clell counted down.
Nothing happened.
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