Veronica Scott: Donna,
our guest today, and I ‘met’ in the Science Fiction Romance Brigade and we’ve
got her here today to talk about her new book:
Donna: The blurb for Fools Rush In:
She thought she had
the toughest job in Rescue— until the day she had to convert a pirate into a
hero.
Interstellar Rescue “conductor” Rayna Carver is deep
undercover on a slave ship bound for an isolated region of space when the ship
is attacked by pirates. Her liberator is Captain Sam Murphy, a man known in the
spacer bars to love only profit, adventure and women.
But Murphy hates a few things, too, chief among them
slavers. Will it be enough to gain his help for Rayna’s mission—ferreting out
two spies bent on sabotaging an arms factory to turn the tide in an alien civil
war?
The Excerpt:
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? This is a restricted area.”
Still clinging to the grab bar, Rayna glanced up at the
captain’s face. His expression didn’t
match the censure in his words. The
furrows between his brows didn’t look like anger, but she couldn’t quite
interpret their true meaning.
“For a pirate ship, you sure have a lot of rules.”
“Discipline is necessary no matter what kind of ship it
is.” His lips curved upwards. “Now answer my question.”
Sam Murphy really was a fine-looking man, a dangerously
fine-looking man, with those green eyes and a face that belonged in holovids
rather than on the deck of a real ship. But
damned if he was going to back her up, even in zero G.
“You saw what I was doing; I was working out. The ribs have healed—almost. I didn’t think I’d have to ask permission,
especially since I was back here with the waste processors.”
Murphy leaned in closer.
In spite of herself, Rayna inhaled and took him in. God, he smelled good—like . . . the first
breath of fresh air dirtside after months on a ship. For a second she was lost, drifting as surely
as if she had let go of her mooring on the hull.
“This is my ship, Little Bit.” His voice was a seductive purr. “You need permission for everything.”
Heat flashed from the top of her head to the bottoms of her
feet. Rayna meant to shout, but her
voice came out in a matching sultry whisper.
“Why you puffed up, self-righteous, arrogant—” She got her hormones in
check and started over. “Control seems
to be your middle name, Murphy. Well,
let me tell you something: I joined
Rescue because Independence is mine.”
“Do I have to remind you you’re a guest on my ship?” His expression had tightened into a smoky
scowl. “The one place I have plenty of
room onboard is the brig—maybe you’d like accommodations there.” His eyes held hers like he meant it, but a
muscle jumped in his jaw. His tell, she
realized. He wanted something quite
different for her. That heat flashed
through her once again, and this time she was certain it had nothing to do with
anger.
Damn it.
“All right, yeah, I saw the big ‘Keep Out’ signs. But every other square centimeter of space on
this tug is occupied. I needed a
workout, and zero G is a good place to get started. I didn’t think anyone would be back here.”
His expressive face changed yet again, the hard lines around
his mouth and eyes going soft as the tension drained from him. “Any day but today you’d have been right.”
“What’s different about today?”
He scanned the empty hull space before he answered. “The ship’s on lockdown; I’ve ordered a full
security sweep.”
Understanding dawned.
All that bluster was because Murphy was feeling protective. She looked up at him and, yep, there it was,
shining from those eyes, despite his stern refusal to smile.
But just because her body responded instantly with eager
anticipation didn’t mean her mind should be onboard with this program. Seriously, how would it ever work between
them? He was a pirate, for
chrissake. According to him, she was an
interfering bleeding heart. The only
thing they had in common was a disregard for authority, and they would never
even agree on the reasons for that.
Oh, but, damn, he smelled so good. He kept floating closer, and she was so
tired. She wanted to let go and settle
into those arms.
“You miscalculated.”
His arm was around her shoulders again, his lips against her ear.
“What do you mean?”
Her protest came out in a breathy murmur.
“You’re exhausted.
You weren’t ready for this much exertion.” He was so close, so warm, encouraging her to
let go. “I bet you didn’t ask Doc Berta
for permission either.”
She finally gave up and transferred her hold to him, arms
and legs wrapping around his hard body.
He hooked both feet around the handholds below them, anchored one hand
and used the other to clasp her to him; she was so small in comparison, his arm
stretched all the way across her lower back.
She looked up at him, lips inches from his. “I don’t ask permission for anything.”
Author Bio:
Donna S. Frelick has been a journalist, a Peace Corps
Volunteer and an author of STAR TREK fan fiction. She was an RWA® Golden Heart®
Double Finalist in 2012 for the first two novels in her contemporary SFR Interstellar Rescue series. Book 3 in
the series, Fools Rush In, launched
October 18, 2016 from INK’d Press.
Find her at http://donnasfrelick.com;
blogging at http://spacefreighters.blogspot.com;
on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/DonnaSFrelickAuthor
and on Twitter @DonnaSFrelick.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Donna-S.-Frelick/e/B00TSTE06E/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1473284864&sr=8-1
Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12203924.Donna_S_Frelick
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