Excerpt

Chapter 1

Private airfield near Toppenish, WA

“My mom told me never to trust anyone who looked too good to be true. I should have listened.” Victoria Cunningham’s voice was loud to be heard over the wind, gunfire and plane noise. Her fiery red hair whipped around her face as it escaped its confines she had relegated it to. Her muscular body moved with grace and power as she fought off her attackers.

Her green eyes snapped her anger at not only the man firing his weapons at her while giving orders for others to do so, but at herself. Erica’s blue eyes were snapping their own fire only slightly less volatile then Victoria’s fury.

Victoria and Erica had been fast friends ever since they’d gone to the same boot camp right out of high school. Their friendly rivalry had kept both of them at the top of their game and caught the eye of a special recruiter visiting their base.

In looks alone the two of them turned heads. Victoria had the height to be a model, five eight, but Erica was only five six. Erica’s blonde hair made the perfect foil to Victoria’s red and together they looked as all American as an Army poster. They were also deadly accurate as many Army commanders could ask for.

Victoria knew Erica watched her closely and that her comment wouldn’t go unchallenged. She calmly reloaded her Glock as shots rang out around her.

She and Erica had hit it off as best friends in and out of the army. After their recruitment for special ops, they had learned how to recognize lies and deceptive behavior using body language and verbal cues. They’d also learned to control their own idiosyncrasies and be believable undercover. Erica knew this and she would also know that their training caused Victoria to take Kurt’s defection and lies very personally. Victoria shot at the plane, trying to incapacitate the plane before takeoff and keep Kurt ducking and away from his getaway plane.

Writer's Block

I'm having a bit of writer's block. Need to print my stories on paper so I can look at them better. It's just not the same on computer screen. It's much harder for me to see mistakes. Plus, I have an easier time finding the flow. All the wonderful ideas I had yesterday have gone with the wind. I couldn't get to the part they needed to happen with enough time to integrate the fabulous new ideas. :( Maybe I'll find them in the re-read.

I'm ready to finish the thriller and my sequel to Rebellion on Piza 7. Blood Traitors will be wonderful as soon as it's finished.

Here's an excerpt from Blood Traitors:

Eagerness and gladness warred with hopelessness and sadness. She couldn’t identify it all. When she tried to delve deeper, the scene shifted. She saw the lights of planets and stars whirling past as if she were in a roller coaster at night. She only had given impressions until she felt Daniel-Jirel’s angry outburst.
“Who would dare! This is The Martilian Royal Ship Marathon. Identify yourself immediately and stand down!” His tone held authority and power but it was lost on whoever was attacking the ship.
He was concentrating on keeping the ship from going into a tail spin from the last blast. The only answer the other ship gave was another blast. This time Savannah saw it on the obsidian screen. He maneuvered the ship and the blast missed.
He again tried to contact the attacking ship. “My readings indicate your ship and crew are from my home world and therefore know the consequences of firing on any royal ship. You will be sentenced to death if you continue as I have clearly identified myself. STAND DOWN!”