Today I have an excerpt from book two in the Heaven’s Edge trilogy, Ohre, and there is also a really good international giveaway that you should check out.
Only by working together will they survive…
A group of refugees from a powerful, sophisticated Core World planet have been on the run for seven years. The mission was to get away and give their children some time to grow up and help them carry on the cause. The cause was to help the rebellion, win the war and go home. But things didn’t quite turn out the way they planned.
Qeya, the future Queen of Datura, can’t do much about her red hair, but she knows how to wield a scythe blade and suck the life out of her enemy, literally. Life seems great, if a little boring on heaven’s edge. Until her ship is attacked and nearly everyone on board is murdered. Now, the miner who saved her is the only thing standing between her and the hungry beasts hunting them.
All Ohre wants is the kind of freedom a life in the sea can give. But he doesn’t want to live it alone anymore. He wants the princess and if Qeya won’t come willingly, he’ll make her.
Tamn has always lived by a code. He doesn’t question his duty. Until his crew is stranded on a hostile alien world and he’s forced to watch the girl he loves burn in the sky. Stripped of his reason for living, the voices from his past haunt and guide him in a path of endless retribution. Only the strongest will survive the trials ahead and Tamn is determined to keep the family he has left alive.
Adi stalked off to the camp and the ruined ship to continue her search after throwing the scanner onto the sand at my feet. I was satisfied she would take her fire out on tearing the deck apart. Meanwhile, I readied Qeya for our journey.
The best defense in alien waters was not our biosuits, which were designed for heaven and hostile environments. But her eyes grew to new depths when I told her to strip down. She subconsciously covered her chest. “I’m not taking this off. And I need my tool belt anyway.”
I had already stripped away the outer gray layer of my suit and disconnected the helm ring. Shrugging, I teased, “After living in a cave with me for so long, you still be a fretful creature.”
As I predicted, Qeya huffed and then uncrossed her arms. With a determined glare, she peeled off her boots and placed her web-toed feet onto the sand.
I smirked and took off the synthetic skin beneath that, revealing my scars and the tattoos that ran down my neck, over my shoulders and down my back. This action was far more intimate than I was letting on. Truth be told, I was trembling in my boots, showing her the amount of scars and lack of markings I still wore. I was decorated just as much as the average miner. But my tattoos were not in honor of the discoveries I had made. Instead they told the story of unnecessary fights and demerits for putting my gills where they didn’t belong. Where they connected at the top of my spine, the tattoos told of my origins, of the clan that no longer existed.
Qeya was still the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, above or below the waves. The bare skin of her arms and neck gleamed like the translucent wings of the sea angels. I had only ever seen them once as a boy, but never forgot the rarest fish in the deep. Qeya’s skin was not marked by tattoos, and only littered by a faint scattering of scars and gills. And because I knew her well, I recognized that her lack of injuries was a sign of her skill with the scythe blade she insisted on bringing along. If my people were the fastest creatures of the deep, then hers were quick as steam breezing past your fingertips. They could move so quickly in the shallows that my people had aptly named them ghosts, ages before.
She stood almost naked in nothing but the wrappings around her breasts and hips. I fought my reaction to her with all the mettle in my bones. She needed to trust me, where we were going, not find more reason to fear. Her hands twitched restlessly in an effort to busy themselves. She seemed uncertain as to whether she should hold onto the tool belt now tied to her waist, or dig her fingers nervously in her red hair.
I wondered if she had ever exposed herself so thoroughly to another of her own kind. This kept me confident as I strode up to her and took her hand again. “Come on, Navigator. Ready to face some new monsters?”
Qeya rolled her eyes and grinned up at me, then unhooked her retractable blade to press the end into my hard stomach. “Are you sure you can keep up with me in the shallows?” she asked, knowing full well I could see much better in the dark.
She screamed when I swept her off her feet and ran until I was waist deep in the waters and threw her into the waves.
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Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time, she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it’s the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador, or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of three series–Heaven’s Edge, Wylder Tales and the Borderlands Saga–and the stand-alone titles Stay and She Walks in Moonlight. She recently released her first serialized Urban Fantasy, Angel Blue in August 2018.