Wednesday, January 28, 2015

New Release ~ Timeless (Pandora, Book One)

It's Release Day! Keep reading for a sneak peek at TIMELESS!

Come along with me to the Planet Nekron in the year 2984 to the mountain compound of Pandora, where the most dangerous artifacts from around the universe are kept under constant guard. Some, you may not recognize. Some, you will, but each relic holds a different power, a different mystery, and a new chance for love.


Deep within the fortress of Pandora, Lieutenant Vane Schiva has spent millennium guarding precious artifacts and ancient secrets from around the universe. As the son of a decorated commander, he has always been a soldier first, putting the needs of his people before his own desires. So when the compound is breached and he’s sent across the galaxies to track down the thief, he never imagined the assignment would lead him to the only thing he’s ever wanted for himself. 

Growing up in New Orleans, Charlotte Rousseau has seen her share of the strange and unexplainable, but everything she thought she knew about the world is about to be tested. What started as any other day, quickly spirals into a nightmarish reality, leaving her no choice but to place her trust—and her life—in a stranger’s hands. Safety comes at a price, though, and Charlotte soon realizes her only chance at survival means leaving behind her fears and following Vane into the fire. 

Faced with the threat of war, new alliances are formed and old loyalties are tested in the midst of chaos and uncertainty. While emotions run high and sexual tensions simmer, Vane still guards a dangerous secret, one that could cost him everything in the end. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect Charlotte, though, even if that means turning his back on his own people. 

War is easy. Love takes courage.


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EXCERPT

All traces of his former smile vanished, replaced by the cold, hard alertness of a trained soldier. “Stay here.”

Taking a more direct route to the door, he slid across the counter, landing with a dull thud on the other side, and crept toward the exit. Before he could reach for the knob this time, though, the back door flew open, banging into Vane and sending him crashing to the floor.

When a mountainous man charged into the room with a dagger at the ready, Charli didn’t stop to think. Grabbing the baking pan from the island counter, she lunged forward and swung with all of her strength. A loud clang echoed around the room, and her bones vibrated from the impact when the heavy pan found its mark. 

The attacker yelled and stumbled, but he didn’t go down. So Charli hit him again. 

“Charlotte, stop.”

A blind hysteria had overcome her, and Charli barely heard Vane yelling her name. She continued to wield her makeshift weapon, swinging it until her muscles ached and her fingers cramped. And she didn’t stop swinging until strong arms encircled her waist and lifted her off her feet.

“Stop, stop. It’s okay. You can stop.”

Vane’s voice finally penetrated her panicked mind, and Charli stopped fighting, stopped struggling, and sagged against his chest as she gulped in deep breaths. “Is he dead? I think I killed him.”

“Easy, calm down. You’re okay now.” In a strange turn of events, Vane began to laugh. “He’s not dead, but he probably wishes he was.”

The intruder sprawled on his stomach across the tiles, unmoving but clearly breathing. “That’s not Don.”

“No, prya, that’s not Don.” Vane rubbed his cheek against the top of her head and stroked her hair. “He’s a friend.”

“And this is how you greet friends?” The newcomer groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “Damn, female, I think my brain’s bleeding.”

With another chuckle, Vane eased around Charli and sauntered over to assist the guy to his feet. “Do I have to remind you that you’re the one who came barging into a private residence? The lady had every right to defend herself against such savage behavior.”

The newcomer brushed his long, ebony braid back from his shoulder and turned to face Charli with a bow. “He’s right. My apologies.”

“Uh, hi.” Everything had happened so fast, and Charli was still trying to catch up, but she offered a little wave and a wobbly smile. “Sorry I broke your head.”

Vane winked at her and slapped his friend on the shoulder, eliciting a wince and a quiet groan from the guy. “Charlotte Rousseau, this is my partner and my best friend, Lieutenant Xavian Tira.”

Charli looked between the massive men in her kitchen while she willed her pulse to return to a less dangerous rhythm. Both men had to be over six and half feet tall, both dressed in identical uniforms of solid black with matching combat boots. Both had a set of daggers tucked into their belts and strange, glowing watches around their wrists. While Xavian appeared slightly taller with long, raven hair as opposed to Vane’s golden locks, they looked remarkably similar.

“Is he an alien from the future, too?” she asked, tucking her hands under her arms to hide their trembling.

“Yes,” Vane answered without a hint of sarcasm.

Xavian arched an eyebrow at Vane and cleared his throat before shifting his attention to Charli. “And how is that working out for you?”

“Well, I think you’re both crazy.” She winced when his eyes narrowed. While true, she hadn’t meant to say it aloud. “No disrespect. I mean, Vane said you’re a nice guy and all.”

“No he didn’t.”

Vane crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I didn’t.”

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