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Excerpt Spotlight: Terms and Conditions Apply

Terms & Conditions Apply

a Science Fiction Romance Short Story and a 2013 Gulf Coast RWA Chapter Silken Sands Self-Published Star Award Finalist

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Excerpt:
Marie jerked her gaze up to meet that of the man before her, then reassessed her first thought. This was no normal man. Although the impossibly deep, almost indigo blue of his eyes held her, she noted the silvery sheen of his skintight one-piece with the logo VASA at the shoulder that marked him as one of Venus Ascendant’s subsidiary avatars. Her distress at Jaisen’s message had no doubt sparked the AI into an immediate response—that kind of emotional hit on its empathic sensors wouldn’t have been missed, although it was probably equivalent to no more than a poke in the eye. For Marie, it was like someone carving out her heart with a blunt instrument.
“No intention of mine,” she snapped.
Not now. Not ever!
“Perhaps I can be of service?”
Marie stared at him…at it. She’d heard about the VA avatars but never been so close to one. She’d learned from the space station’s blurb that the main AI took the form of a young Indian woman called Ganesa, spoken of with as much reverence as the bronze-cast deity behind her. This particular avatar had been crafted into a ruggedly handsome, if stereotypically human, male. Thick blond hair left a shade too long framed his face perfectly; darker brows arched over eyes the most glorious shade of deep blue she’d ever seen. He was broad shouldered and athletic, and the thin, snug-fitting one-piece in gray outlined the well-defined musculature of his torso in a way no doubt intended to draw attention and tease the imagination of potential clients. A shapely hint of what lay beneath without full disclosure, like the metallic foil used to cover chocolate treats. Also a complete contrast to the man she’d hoped to see, and all too perfect to be real.
“I don’t need your service, thank you very much.” She jumped up and tried to shove past him, but the dense composition of an avatar meant she only jarred her arm and had to sidle past in an embarrassingly servile fashion. He made no attempt to stop her, and she headed blindly down the nearest access corridor.

 
Bio:
A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 20 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the SFR Brigade, a community of science fiction romance authors committed to writing and promoting the very best in the genre.

Website http://pippajay.co.uk
Blog http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk
Buy links http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk/p/blog-page.html

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Scifi Spotlight: Keir

Keir by Pippa Jay, a science fiction romance novel

(a 2012 Readers Favorite Finalist and 2012 SFR Galaxy Award winner)

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Excerpt:
Brilliant flashes of multicolored lights burst and bloomed like flowers in the sky, drawing him onto a small balcony outside.

He stood in the shadows and watched them in fascination, the night air cool on his skin and the wind stirring his hair. His quarters overlooked the stone bowl of the plaza in which they had arrived, a deep crater in the craggy mouth of the mountain that cupped the shell-like palace. Even in the glow of the illuminated sky, he could see nothing below the crater’s rim or the landscape beyond, all of it hidden by night’s dark mantle. The stars were white pinpricks, dimmed to insignificance by the explosion of lights and veiled by a mixture of smoke and wispy clouds.

Amidst the noise and flashes, the sound of movement drew his gaze aside. Quin stepped out onto the adjoining balcony to lean nonchalantly on the ledge and admire the show. The display forgotten, Keir immersed himself deeper in the shadows and watched her instead. Quin had unbound her hair, which now formed a wild red halo around her face. The formal robes had been exchanged for a short black slip that ended mid-thigh, and a long-sleeved robe of black lace. The gentle curves of her slim figure showed through the fabric. His eyes strayed to the white skin of her legs, like fine marble shaped and smoothed. What would it feel like to touch? Cool like stone? Or warm like velvet, soft as silk?

Unease tightened his muscles, and he tried to pull his gaze away. A Salusian woman would never expose herself like that. But she does not know I am here. I should not be looking. Even as he thought it, even as he berated himself for it, his gaze drifted back. A smile arched her lips as she watched the skies, as enchanted as a child. A stronger gust of wind brushed the hair back from her face and folded the satin cloth of her outfit taut around her figure.

A sudden sense of elation overwhelmed him, combined with the heat T’rill had inspired. Desire wrapped tight arms around his body. The heady mix stole his breath. No. Shame burned his skin. Quin was his friend, the first he had ever had. The first person to show him kindness in more years than he could count. Yet at that moment he wanted more. For the first time in remembrance, he wanted to touch and be touched in return. To hold her and have her return his embrace freely, with more than a friend’s affection. To feel her white skin under his fingertips. To brush the hair from her face as the breeze did now, and run his fingers through it.

His thoughts dishonored her gift of friendship to him.

 
Bio:
A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 20 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the SFR Brigade, a community of science fiction romance authors committed to writing and promoting the very best in the genre.

Website http://pippajay.co.uk
Blog http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk
Buy links (print and digital) http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk/p/coming-2012.html

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The Lovely, Gracious, Talented, and might I add, Patient T.M. Scott

Today we’re featuring my gorgeous publishing sister, T.M. Scott. Here’s what I can tell you about her… she’s one of those people that draw you in and make you want to tell them your whole life story. She’s a good listener, a terrific writer, and an all-around wonderful gal. She’s a powerhouse chick, so keep your eye on this one. I say she’s patient because she hasn’t killed me yet for failing to post this interview on time, but I wouldn’t recommend you push her buttons or you’ll have to deal with me directly. I adore this girl.

T. M. Scott loves writing. With passion, drive and a taste for the unusual, she enjoys reading and writing new and different things. Doing her best to always think out of the box, her writing usually starts off as an insane scheme of some sort before she works out the finer aspects and turns it into something great! Her heroines and heroes are never the typical ‘beautiful’ people, meaning they all have some sort of quirk or oddity about them that makes them unique and refreshing characters everyone can relate to.

Author T.M. Scott

Her first novel, Symphoni, will be out in 2013 and her work has been featured in the horror anthology, The Withering Darkness. She lives in Los Angeles, California with her daughter Ariyanna.

The Hypothetical Hotspot Interview

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I decided I wanted to be a writer about 5 years ago after my daughter was born. I always enjoyed writing but never gave it any thought past short fiction stories.

What books have you written?
I’ve written Symphoni which is the first book in my Eros Sisters Series as well as the prequel, Legend.

Can you tell us about what you’re working on next?
I’m working on a book titled Dragon’s Revenge that’s about a young dragon female named Kaida who goes out in the world to avenge her family’s murder.

Are you ready to have some fun?
Absolutely!

What’s your favorite alcoholic beverage?
It’s a tossup between a chilled tequila shot and an Adios. Depends on the occasion I guess but I usually lean more towards the shot.

When is the world going to end?
Hopefully sometime after I publish my dragon book. LOL

Who would win a fight between MacGyver and Chuck Norris, and why?
Wow. Tough one! I picture them fighting until the Universe goes all wonky and Sherlock Holmes pops up and does away with them both!

Would you rather be bald or have a huge mullet for the rest of your life?
A bald head. I just got my hair cut very short so me thinks I can pull it off!

What object (not animal) would you want to be reincarnated as?
Let me see… I would come back as a bookshelf. It would be interesting to see what people have hidden on their shelves.

Let’s say something went terribly wrong. Would you rather wake up, still a woman, but with a man’s face, or wake up as a man with a woman’s face?
*laughs* Definitely a Man with a woman’s face. I’m not sure why… but that’s the first answer to come to mind.

Would you rather have to say everything you were thinking out loud or never say another word again?
I would prefer to say everything I thought out loud… Never a dull moment with that one. Especially since I’m so random and scatterbrained.

You meet your soul mate. However, there is a catch: Every three years, someone will break both of your soul mate’s collarbones with a crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: You must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear–for the rest of your life–sound as if it’s being performed by Justin Bieber. When you hear Eminem on the radio, he will sound (to your ears) like it’s being played by Justin Bieber. If you see Tool live, every one of their tunes will sound like it’s being covered by Justin Bieber. When you hear a commercial jingle on TV, it will sound like Justin Bieber; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like Justin Bieber performing acapella (but it will only sound this way to you). Was that redundant? That’s how it would be listening to music. So…
Would you swallow the pill to keep your soul mate’s collarbones safe?
 I would take the pill absolutely. Mostly because I never had an issue with Justin Bieber’s music… just not my thing. It would suck to never hear my favorite bands singing and Life would probably get a lot darker without Axel Rose’s amazing voice in my ears but I hate the idea of someone hurting because of me. 

All About Symphoni

Life hasn’t been too easy for Greg Daniels lately. But when he arrives at school on the first day back from summer vacation, he finds that things are much worse than he could have ever imagined.
Stuck in the middle of an ancient feud between the Olympians and the Titans, Greg discovers that the line between good and evil isn’t always clear and his allies might be more dangerous than the enemy.
Symphoni by T.M. Scott

Symphoni by T.M. Scott

Excerpt:

We stood in silence at the edge of Olympian Lake just looking at each other. We were about fifteen feet apart, her expression calm and relaxed but my heart pounded hard in my chest as if my body somehow knew what was about to happen. The sun had already set leaving the cloudless California sky an endless sea of blue. Her long black hair fluttered around her as a cold breeze blew between us, causing the hair on my arms to stand on end. I blinked and suddenly there she was, not four inches from my face. I didn’t flinch. I’d witnessed her abilities before and her ability to transport was probably the least shocking. Her cool breath brushed lightly across my face and I felt the air pick up around us, swirling cold as if we were in our own little tornado.
 The quiet anticipation of what we both knew was about to happen had started to make me edgy but before I could comment, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her lips were soft and urgent, her tongue hungry as she searched my mouth as if we didn’t have enough time. She tasted good like cool spring water and cold mountain air as her breath filled my body, sending hard electricity down my spine. My knees began to shake and she clamped her arms tightly around my neck as her breath became scorching hot in my mouth. My eyes sprang open and I struggled against her iron hold. She didn’t budge and I felt a thick, excruciatingly hot substance began flowing into my body.
 “Well,” I thought, amazingly calm considering my impending doom. “I knew she would kill me one day.” My lungs started straining for air and my body seized as the magma (at least that’s what it felt like) reached my chest but she never let go. Instead, she tightened her grip around me and guided me smoothly to the ground. I decided to stop struggling, accepting my fate, and looked around. My heart beat finally started to slow, bringing with it a host of memories that flashed rapidly through my mind.
 Symphoni. My Symphoni. When she walked into the room, my heart beat slowed just as it was now only this time it meant I was dieing. I looked up at the sky now twinkling brightly with hundreds of stars and smiled to myself as I tried to remember all the times she and I sat in this very spot. I remembered the times I ran my fingers through her thick black hair, the times I gazed deep into her eyes, and thought about how I would miss her even after my untimely (and frankly completely unnecessary) death. I closed my eyes just as my heart finally stopped and the silence of the world was deafening. No birds, cars, no sounds of breathing or movements to keep me company in these last seconds of life. Just silence. I felt myself leaving the earth, floating away to find my small place in the divine (as grandma used to say) when suddenly I heard her voice.
 “GREG!!!!!” her scream filled the air with her mournful cry as it rang through the night sky, shattering the silence with her pain and terror. Then, before another word or breath could escape her body, before I could see her beautiful eyes glistening with tears and tell her that everything would be ok… Darkness.

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Where to find T.M. Scott:

http://authortiannascott.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/AuthorTiannaScott

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6904904.T_M_Scott

Twitter: @tiannna_MHAFH

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Romance, It's a Scary Thing

It’s almost time for me to try to once again flex my own, very underused, romance writing muscle again. As such now seems as good a time as any to remember what I’ve learned over the years about what not to do when writing a romantic scene.

Brevityis the Soul of Passion

Not literally! It’s just that when it comes to the language you’re using to describe the action, get right in there and don’t be afraid to call a spade a spade.

For example don’t take a concept like “orgasm” realize it’s sometimes called a “small death” and then inflate it to “the tiny killing moment.” You’ve gone from concise to so verbose the point is lost along the way.

Everyone Loves a Tease

You want to ramp up tension and desire from as early of a point in your novel as possible – and then you want to hold off on your scene as long as you think you can get away with – until it all comes together with explosive force. By the time your characters come together to bump uglies your readers should be a nervous wreck of displaced desire.

Avoid Cliches

This one is always on a writer’s mind and as such you’ll probably already have a feel for what is and what is not yet a cliche. Don’t be so dogged in your search to avoid cliches that you think you have to invent a new way to describe something (like a kiss, a fuck, or a leather clad rubber duck) that’s pretty common but do avoid using something over again that’s already been used so often it’s synonymous in your mind with a bad joke. Definitely avoid anything like “his throbbing member,” just do.

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