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ISBN: 9781944270308 Published By: Beachwalk Press Release Date: July 2016 |
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ISBN: 9780885418202 Published By: Imogene Nix Release Date: 1 May 2017 |
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Blurb:
One man, one woman, one psychotic alien. The race is on to save humanity. Past, present, and future.
Mellissa Davis is your average bookstore owner and aspiring romance author until one day an electronic bookpad slides through the mail slot of her small store. Now all she has to worry about is a sexy, time-traveling stealth ship captain, staying out of the way of the bad guy, and saving the universe. Not much to ask…
Duvall McCord, an up-and-coming space captain, travels to the past to stop the Ru'Edan leader's plans to destroy the Earth Empire before it can be formed. His mission? Retrieve the handbook for the Elector. He doesn't count on saving a woman who intrigues him or having to bring her back to his time in order to keep her safe.
Time is running out. They must do whatever they can to stop the plot, but will it be enough?
Content Warning: Space and time travel, violence, and evil aliens abound
Note: This book has been previously published.
Excerpt:
Mellissa's choices had been stripped from her, and she felt sick. She had done the victim thing once before and had promised herself never again. Not after all those years in the orphanage, where she'd had no control of her own destiny. Now, years later, there she was again in the same boat. She straightened her back. No way! I will have some control over my life, she promised herself.
She started pulling at the buckles, but his commanding voice told her to wait. Anger, despair, and fear roiled in the pit of her stomach as she worked to make sense of what she was experiencing. She looked up and saw pity his eyes.
She had so many questions to ask, but the main one included why? Why her? She had played by the rules she'd learned in the orphanage. She considered herself a contributing and upstanding member of society, so how could this possibly happen to her? Don't whine. Get out there and accept the trials you're given. The voice of Mother Superior rang in her head.
"Where are we going?" Mellissa asked, traces of her tears evident in the husky question, but damned if she would give in to the tears.
"Back to where I came from. Earth Empire Admiralty on Aenna."
"Aenna? Where's that?"
"It's really a glorified asteroid, located between Mars and Jupiter," he said, relaxing into his seat. "Admiralty has its strategic offices there, but first we have to get to the Time Port outside the solar system, just beyond Eris."
"Time Port?" She leaned forward. "What is a Time Port, and why do we have to get there first, and where in hell is Eris?"
She dragged her eyes away from his and looked around. The gunmetal gray that met her eyes again teamed with sensitive lighting. Black streaked with slashing lights filled the ports. He sighed and huffed out a breath, and she could tell that dealing with her frustrated him to no end. Once more she questioned the sanity of what he had said, and what she had seen.
Quickly undoing the buckles with fumbling fingers, she rose and hurried to the window, looking out. Nothing made sense though. Nothing looked even remotely like anything she could see on Earth or anywhere else. This so had to be a nightmare, she told herself, hoping it would settle the nerves that floated around her brain, buzzing anxiously.
Okay, she could go along with this; after all, she would wake up back in her office after her fertile imagination had given her fodder for her book. Right? But what if this was really happening? A click sounded, then a hand settled on her shoulder, breaking her reverie.
Warm, heavy, and somehow reassuring, that hand gently turned her back toward the most magnificent man she had ever laid eyes on. Duvall McCord. Captain of the stealth ship Elector. His eyes mesmerized her.
"It'll be all right," he said. "We'll make this right for you, but you can't go back." He looked at her, and she felt a charge of something—some kind of new emotion, desire—flash through her system.
Yeah, like some mouse like me could ever interest a man like this. Look at those shoulders, abs, and arms, not to mention that face. Yeah. As if. She mentally shook herself. Obviously, I need some male companionship, or at least a frontal lobotomy, she thought, snorting.
"Thanks." She glanced away, her mind settling back to the bigger issue. He said she couldn't go home. "Nothing can make this right for me," Mellissa explained, slowly shaking her head. "If I can't go back, what can I do?" A bitter laugh erupted from her. "The me that I am will no longer exist." The sensation of being lost in a warp settled within her mind.
"I'm going to call my second, Grayson, in to get you started on the identification process. The sooner that's done, the sooner you can begin the integration process. There'll be some learning ahead, but maybe we can learn some things from you too. Let yourself get acclimated first. I'm sure there will be an occupation suitable for you, and your skills will be evident." The vibration of his voice soothed her.
She allowed him to usher her back to the seat.
He quickly called Grayson then, explaining he had duties to see to, he headed to the door, stopping just before it closed to say, "I know this seems tough, but there really is a lot riding on this mission. I just don't have choices either."
Then he acknowledged a tall, Nordic man who slipped in through the door before he left.
"Alice, welcome to Wonderland," she said aloud.
One man, one woman, one psychotic alien. The race is on to save humanity. Past, present, and future.
Mellissa Davis is your average bookstore owner and aspiring romance author until one day an electronic bookpad slides through the mail slot of her small store. Now all she has to worry about is a sexy, time-traveling stealth ship captain, staying out of the way of the bad guy, and saving the universe. Not much to ask…
Duvall McCord, an up-and-coming space captain, travels to the past to stop the Ru'Edan leader's plans to destroy the Earth Empire before it can be formed. His mission? Retrieve the handbook for the Elector. He doesn't count on saving a woman who intrigues him or having to bring her back to his time in order to keep her safe.
Time is running out. They must do whatever they can to stop the plot, but will it be enough?
Content Warning: Space and time travel, violence, and evil aliens abound
Note: This book has been previously published.
Excerpt:
Mellissa's choices had been stripped from her, and she felt sick. She had done the victim thing once before and had promised herself never again. Not after all those years in the orphanage, where she'd had no control of her own destiny. Now, years later, there she was again in the same boat. She straightened her back. No way! I will have some control over my life, she promised herself.
She started pulling at the buckles, but his commanding voice told her to wait. Anger, despair, and fear roiled in the pit of her stomach as she worked to make sense of what she was experiencing. She looked up and saw pity his eyes.
She had so many questions to ask, but the main one included why? Why her? She had played by the rules she'd learned in the orphanage. She considered herself a contributing and upstanding member of society, so how could this possibly happen to her? Don't whine. Get out there and accept the trials you're given. The voice of Mother Superior rang in her head.
"Where are we going?" Mellissa asked, traces of her tears evident in the husky question, but damned if she would give in to the tears.
"Back to where I came from. Earth Empire Admiralty on Aenna."
"Aenna? Where's that?"
"It's really a glorified asteroid, located between Mars and Jupiter," he said, relaxing into his seat. "Admiralty has its strategic offices there, but first we have to get to the Time Port outside the solar system, just beyond Eris."
"Time Port?" She leaned forward. "What is a Time Port, and why do we have to get there first, and where in hell is Eris?"
She dragged her eyes away from his and looked around. The gunmetal gray that met her eyes again teamed with sensitive lighting. Black streaked with slashing lights filled the ports. He sighed and huffed out a breath, and she could tell that dealing with her frustrated him to no end. Once more she questioned the sanity of what he had said, and what she had seen.
Quickly undoing the buckles with fumbling fingers, she rose and hurried to the window, looking out. Nothing made sense though. Nothing looked even remotely like anything she could see on Earth or anywhere else. This so had to be a nightmare, she told herself, hoping it would settle the nerves that floated around her brain, buzzing anxiously.
Okay, she could go along with this; after all, she would wake up back in her office after her fertile imagination had given her fodder for her book. Right? But what if this was really happening? A click sounded, then a hand settled on her shoulder, breaking her reverie.
Warm, heavy, and somehow reassuring, that hand gently turned her back toward the most magnificent man she had ever laid eyes on. Duvall McCord. Captain of the stealth ship Elector. His eyes mesmerized her.
"It'll be all right," he said. "We'll make this right for you, but you can't go back." He looked at her, and she felt a charge of something—some kind of new emotion, desire—flash through her system.
Yeah, like some mouse like me could ever interest a man like this. Look at those shoulders, abs, and arms, not to mention that face. Yeah. As if. She mentally shook herself. Obviously, I need some male companionship, or at least a frontal lobotomy, she thought, snorting.
"Thanks." She glanced away, her mind settling back to the bigger issue. He said she couldn't go home. "Nothing can make this right for me," Mellissa explained, slowly shaking her head. "If I can't go back, what can I do?" A bitter laugh erupted from her. "The me that I am will no longer exist." The sensation of being lost in a warp settled within her mind.
"I'm going to call my second, Grayson, in to get you started on the identification process. The sooner that's done, the sooner you can begin the integration process. There'll be some learning ahead, but maybe we can learn some things from you too. Let yourself get acclimated first. I'm sure there will be an occupation suitable for you, and your skills will be evident." The vibration of his voice soothed her.
She allowed him to usher her back to the seat.
He quickly called Grayson then, explaining he had duties to see to, he headed to the door, stopping just before it closed to say, "I know this seems tough, but there really is a lot riding on this mission. I just don't have choices either."
Then he acknowledged a tall, Nordic man who slipped in through the door before he left.
"Alice, welcome to Wonderland," she said aloud.
THIS VERSION IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE
ISBN: 978161885659
Published By: Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: 12 January 2012
Blurb:
One man, one woman, one psychotic alien. Now the race is on to save humanity. Past. Present. Future.Mellissa Davis is your average bookstore owner and aspiring romance author until one day an electronic book pad slides through the mail slot of her little bookstore. Now all she has to worry about is a sexy time travelling stealthship captain, staying out of the way of the bad guy and saving the universe, past and present. Not much to ask…
Duvall McCord, an up and coming stealthship captain travels to the past to stop the Ru’Edan leader, Crick Sur Banden, destroying the Earth Empire of the future. His mission? Retrieve the handbook for the Elector. He doesn’t count on love, or saving the woman of his dreams. But time is running out. This warrior must do everything he can to stop the plot…
ISBN: 978161885659
Published By: Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: 12 January 2012
Blurb:
One man, one woman, one psychotic alien. Now the race is on to save humanity. Past. Present. Future.Mellissa Davis is your average bookstore owner and aspiring romance author until one day an electronic book pad slides through the mail slot of her little bookstore. Now all she has to worry about is a sexy time travelling stealthship captain, staying out of the way of the bad guy and saving the universe, past and present. Not much to ask…
Duvall McCord, an up and coming stealthship captain travels to the past to stop the Ru’Edan leader, Crick Sur Banden, destroying the Earth Empire of the future. His mission? Retrieve the handbook for the Elector. He doesn’t count on love, or saving the woman of his dreams. But time is running out. This warrior must do everything he can to stop the plot…
Excerpt:
“Sir, you have an encoded message incoming from Admiralty,” Engineer Corbin Jard stated. A young officer, new to Duvall’s team, he looked up expectantly at his Captain. His pretty-boy face showed eagerness, and he looked ready to jump up and grab something, anything his Captain commanded. Jard had joined the crew just as the ship prepared to make its maiden journey. A big promotion for one who had, until recently, served on the Star of Ishtar.
“I’ll take it in my office, Jard,” Duvall said, striding through the automatic doors and heading to his office. The crew of the Elector carefully trained for multi-tasking, and given the size of the crew and the status of a Stealth Ship, if one officer sustained injury, someone else could continue their role, and the crew while new, had started integrating nicely.
Hopefully this lead would take them to the handbook they sought, he thought, something to give them a break in the ongoing hunt for Crick Sur Banden. His neck itched, and while he didn’t consider himself superstitious, he never neglected to listen to what his senses told him, and right now they screamed that he needed a lead and quickly.
Once in his office, he secured the door and opened the secure link. “McCord here.”
“Duvall, I have a lead, or something, for you.” The earnest voice of WO Meredith Gentry came quickly. Much as he looked forward to hearing from her, he did not expect to. Meredith continued her work safely tucked away on Aenna. Didn’t she? “I don’t have a lot of time,” she hurried on. “I think they know I suspect something. I rigged the handbook with a tracking device. The secure code is—” He could hear the sound of voices behind her. “Quickly, it’s V422J53. That will allow you to access the secure feed,” she said as he jotted down the tracking device’s code. He could hear her taking quick breaths. “It moved through the gate outside Eris on code LX543GH4.” He knew that code. He had just generated one giving a similar time path.
“Meredith, are you in a secure location?” he demanded forcefully. Another hitched breath floated through the secure line. He gripped his table and leaned forward, not that he could do anything. The sounds faltered from thousands of miles away. “Meredith?” His sister was in danger, and here he listened on a ship so far away. Barsha! He should have protected her.
“Duvall, you need to access frequency…” Quickly she rattled off the information he would need to follow the device as he tapped into his unit. “Oh God! They’re here—” Abruptly the line went dead.
“Meredith? Meredith?” Now he leaned over the device. Quickly accessing the Admiralty, he demanded a connection to Gentry. A voice informed that Gentry could not be raised, and the voice asked if someone else could help with his query. His demands to talk to the Admiral met with a similar fate. Frustration welled upward, nearly choking him as he disconnected. He knew he couldn’t go back and didn’t know who else to contact. He had to maintain a chain of silence while investigating, especially when the Admiralty could be breached. Never had those words choked him so much.
His heart thudded as he sat back down. Could more than a single infiltrator exist? He hoped not, but the itching at his neck grew in intensity, and he feared the worst. Tapping the information Meredith had given him into his desk screen, he started toward tracking the handbook, thankful for the foresight of officers such as his sister.
The blip of the machine echoed through the room; an answer bounced back to him. A heading he would never have guessed. Toward the Time Port. Well, thank Eshra, if he couldn’t go back to help Meredith, he could at least work toward retrieving the item she had risked so much to track. Quickly he hailed the bridge. “Full speed toward the Time Port,” he instructed, just in time to see the blip disappear.
“Sir, you have an encoded message incoming from Admiralty,” Engineer Corbin Jard stated. A young officer, new to Duvall’s team, he looked up expectantly at his Captain. His pretty-boy face showed eagerness, and he looked ready to jump up and grab something, anything his Captain commanded. Jard had joined the crew just as the ship prepared to make its maiden journey. A big promotion for one who had, until recently, served on the Star of Ishtar.
“I’ll take it in my office, Jard,” Duvall said, striding through the automatic doors and heading to his office. The crew of the Elector carefully trained for multi-tasking, and given the size of the crew and the status of a Stealth Ship, if one officer sustained injury, someone else could continue their role, and the crew while new, had started integrating nicely.
Hopefully this lead would take them to the handbook they sought, he thought, something to give them a break in the ongoing hunt for Crick Sur Banden. His neck itched, and while he didn’t consider himself superstitious, he never neglected to listen to what his senses told him, and right now they screamed that he needed a lead and quickly.
Once in his office, he secured the door and opened the secure link. “McCord here.”
“Duvall, I have a lead, or something, for you.” The earnest voice of WO Meredith Gentry came quickly. Much as he looked forward to hearing from her, he did not expect to. Meredith continued her work safely tucked away on Aenna. Didn’t she? “I don’t have a lot of time,” she hurried on. “I think they know I suspect something. I rigged the handbook with a tracking device. The secure code is—” He could hear the sound of voices behind her. “Quickly, it’s V422J53. That will allow you to access the secure feed,” she said as he jotted down the tracking device’s code. He could hear her taking quick breaths. “It moved through the gate outside Eris on code LX543GH4.” He knew that code. He had just generated one giving a similar time path.
“Meredith, are you in a secure location?” he demanded forcefully. Another hitched breath floated through the secure line. He gripped his table and leaned forward, not that he could do anything. The sounds faltered from thousands of miles away. “Meredith?” His sister was in danger, and here he listened on a ship so far away. Barsha! He should have protected her.
“Duvall, you need to access frequency…” Quickly she rattled off the information he would need to follow the device as he tapped into his unit. “Oh God! They’re here—” Abruptly the line went dead.
“Meredith? Meredith?” Now he leaned over the device. Quickly accessing the Admiralty, he demanded a connection to Gentry. A voice informed that Gentry could not be raised, and the voice asked if someone else could help with his query. His demands to talk to the Admiral met with a similar fate. Frustration welled upward, nearly choking him as he disconnected. He knew he couldn’t go back and didn’t know who else to contact. He had to maintain a chain of silence while investigating, especially when the Admiralty could be breached. Never had those words choked him so much.
His heart thudded as he sat back down. Could more than a single infiltrator exist? He hoped not, but the itching at his neck grew in intensity, and he feared the worst. Tapping the information Meredith had given him into his desk screen, he started toward tracking the handbook, thankful for the foresight of officers such as his sister.
The blip of the machine echoed through the room; an answer bounced back to him. A heading he would never have guessed. Toward the Time Port. Well, thank Eshra, if he couldn’t go back to help Meredith, he could at least work toward retrieving the item she had risked so much to track. Quickly he hailed the bridge. “Full speed toward the Time Port,” he instructed, just in time to see the blip disappear.
