tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963744507606486142024-02-21T06:46:57.350-08:00Elizabeth MunroWest Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-31775893807531809192017-08-02T06:21:00.001-07:002017-08-02T12:52:08.966-07:00#protip versioningI recently saw a post in which an author suffered a major setback - he'd lost thousands of words in his Work in Progress. Twenty thousand, to be specific.<br />
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I can only imagine the feels. To me, it would be like losing a part of myself I could never get back.<br />
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Introducing... <span style="font-size: large;"><i>Versioning</i></span>.<br />
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As in saving different versions of your work as distinct documents. I started doing this in University when working on my BSc in Computer Programming and found it works the same way for writers.<br />
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Basically, it's a three step process.<br />
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1) Name your document with the date at the end. I go mm-dd so they are sorted nicely.<br />
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2) At the end of each day (or start) use that save as button in Pages or Word or Open Office and advance the date. Now you have two files, yesterdays and todays.<br />
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Yep, that's it. Save a new version of your WIP every day.<br />
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<i>Ever wished you could go back in time and find that brilliant passage you deleted months ago?</i><br />
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Yep, it's there. Depending how far down the rabbit hole you want to go you can quickly access all your past versions.<br />
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For me, each book has a folder and within it I have folders with years and months and way down at the bottom I have the individual days.<br />
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Versioning not only helped me avoid the dreaded F on a programming project but has allowed me to roll back to a previous version of my work if I make a catastrophic "replace all" error or decide I'm barreling down the wrong plot path.<br />
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Mileage will vary, of course. If you're using Scrivener for the like, those products may take care of this for you. If you're all about brilliant writing in free Open Office or $20 Pages, getting into the habit of versioning will reduce the likelihood of losing chapters or spending hours fixing all your quotation marks.West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-10406403622902093682017-07-16T12:20:00.005-07:002018-06-16T18:28:56.579-07:00An Interview with Stone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In 2012, the short story cover world was rocked by the landslide of hype surrounding Stone. Little was known about the cover model at the time and up until now, the life of the most recognizable rock in online book stores remained a mystery.</div>
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<i>"I was as surprised as anyone by my overnight success," </i>Stone confided during our recent conversation. <i>"I mean, when I first considered modelling, nobody believed inanimate objects could hold their own on a book cover. It just wasn't done. Then to be chosen from all the other bits of gravel in Elizabeth Munro's yard felt like winning the lottery. I was overwhelmed. I mean really, for a half ounce of misshapen heart shaped gravel there aren't a lot of opportunities."</i></div>
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Then, after turning down big name product placement offers from bigger name agencies, Stone withdrew. He spent the next few years in the change pouch of a ladies wallet. Following a trip to San Francisco last summer, the wallet was replaced and Stone found himself with few options as he hit rock bottom. Though nobody was badly injured, the incident was a wake-up call.</div>
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<i><i>"It was then I decided to take the first chance I could to make my life and career into what I wanted. The first hint of change came when I relocated to what I fondly call The Treasure Box. It redefined my existence. These objects Munro holds in the highest esteem taught me the humbling life lessons I couldn't have benefited from on the figurative pity-potty of that old wallet."</i></i></div>
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<i>"The cufflinks were simply thankful they were together even though kids these days don't know what the hell they are. A necklace made by a child and too small for Munro to ever wear taught me what it feels like to realize unconditional love. Even the American coins in their Canadian home and lone earrings found a place of belonging beneath the soft purple tissue ceiling of The Treasure Box."</i></div>
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Stone keeps in touch with friends now and is a regular at weekend football games. Moments like these help cement the confidence his modelling requires with the unassuming rock he was just half a decade ago.</div>
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<i>"Collaboration comes out of the blue, literally. It's amazing how something as simple a souvenir snap turns into the creative chance of a lifetime! Since Cherry Tree and I met a few weeks ago, we've become more than friends and spend our quiet evenings going over photographs for our coffee table book 'Trees in Reflections.'"</i></div>
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What's next for Stone? Even he is light on specifics. In spite of the candid moments he shared Stone keeps much "close as quartz" as he puts it. With a new focus on the future and the solid grounding of support of friends and family he's putting his experience into actions. He's laid the foundation of a mentorship program pairing inanimate modelling veterans with those new to the business.</div>
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If you want to read Stone, you can download a copy from <a href="https://claims.instafreebie.com/free/0RSec" target="_blank">Instafreebie</a>.</div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">He woke with the feeling his sentence would never end, at least not for a few more years. As he moved to the single window of his dark shack, the guards’ lander set down near the end of his street. They came for everyone eventually. Those who soiled the Goddess by taking their own lives were hauled away just as those brave enough to get through each day in the underground prison on Cultos Two. Brave enough to live to face their execution.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Punishment for murder confined him to Cultos Two for twelve years before the end. None in his cadre knew the exact method of execution though speculation included the excess or denial of everything from sex and food to torture and fire.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As the guards fanned out to watch their corners, Ka’net waited to see if the man they came for would step out to meet them or run. Their off-white body armour shone with an enviable clean compared to the rags of the prisoners. Their stun rifles would never kill but could disable a hydren with pain for hours should he interfere with their task. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The lead guard turned to the end of the street and settled his gaze on Ka’net’s dwelling. Or perhaps the one above. A knot cramped his stomach as he studied the big man’s bluish lips. A Cultos prison guard wouldn’t be a shade addict so Drek heritage provided the most logical explanation. Men from Drek could be brutish and forceful lovers to other men though the few treasured women in a cadre preferred them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ka’net stepped two paces to the side and out of the yellowy streetlight. Ten years? No more than eleven. No way they’d be here for him. Not now, not for a long time, but he couldn’t deny his intuition. The Drek would take him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">After emptying his pockets, Ka’net left his shabby home for the perpetual twilight of the underground hole he shared with several thousand others, mostly men. His few possessions would remain behind though he doubted his fellow cadre members would wait for the lander to disappear before they cleaned him out. It made sense. His few belongings would ease the lives of others.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As the guards closed the distance, other men stepped from their doors content they would survive the day and curious to see who would take their last trip to the surface.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Tarr?” Ka’net called and a blonde head poked from a door up the street. Ka’net grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Although dirty, his clothes bore less wear than Tarr’s. “Hurry. Change with me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">He shoved his clothes at Tarr and shivered for an awkward moment as the other man decided whether he’d trade or just take the garments. Tarr decided he had time to strip while the guards were two doors away then bundled up Ka’net’s clothes and ran his bare ass inside. Ka’net finished struggling with the frayed drawstring on Tarr’s patched trousers in time to look up into the Drek’s eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“It’s time, Ka’net,” the guard said. Easily twice as wide as Ka’net or any of the other guards, the Drek only stood a couple of inches taller as a result of growing up on the high-g planet. On either shoulder, gray epaulets hand-embroidered with four thick black lines of rank, denoted the guard’s high status within the prison system.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Yes,” Ka’net walked into the circle of heavily armed guards and turned his thoughts to the path the lander might take. Twelve years since his eyes last saw daylight. Would it be day when they breached the surface? Even to see it again before whatever end waited would be enough.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Once inside the lander, two guards sat themselves on either side of Ka’net. Each placed the butt of his stun rifle between his feet, stubby barrel toward the ceiling. The Drek left the lander door open before taking the bench seat directly across from Ka’net. He said nothing and didn’t move as the lander took flight. First nose up then it tilted toward the open door side before it eased about and headed back the way it had come.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Drek smiled, exposing the abnormally long fangs for which the men of his planet were known.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Do you want to know what happens next?” the Drek asked.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Then he decided after twelve years he wanted to know how much time he had left so he nodded.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Do you see the carrion birds?” The Drek asked as they broke through to the surface and hot sunlight filled the lander. Ka’net couldn’t be sure what he saw before his eyes snapped shut but they were big.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“They know the lander and gather when it descends,” the Drek shrugged. “When we fly out, they follow close to the surface and wait.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Painless, Ka’net hoped as the lander continued its slow rise and snorted a rough laugh at the thought of the bones of countless others impaling his body. Nobody in the cadre ever tried to scare him with that particular scenario. The sharp smell of Tarr’s tunic filled his nose. He’d become used to his own stink and dying in the awful smell of another disrespected the Goddess he’d soon see.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Drek stood and made sure he had Ka’net's attention before slamming the lander door closed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ka’net blinked in confusion at the sudden darkness. Seconds later, the lander’s powerful boosters shoved him down. The men to his left and right grunted, sinking into the hard seats but the Drek remained on his feet as if gravity hadn’t just tripled.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Ka’net, you may yet return to the cadres. A messenger waits for you up on the station. You may still serve your last three years.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Uh,” Ka’net grunted as black closed in and the last of his air seeped from his lungs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Then, as suddenly as their ascent started, the crushing force on Ka’net’s chest disappeared. He choked down bile while grabbing at the guards to keep in his seat. Both kicked off, touched a hand to the roof then floated while he tumbled. He found a couple of hand-holds and clung until he felt his own weight against the floor.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When the lander door opened, Ka’net tightened his grip on the hand-holds since he half expected a void of nothing outside and the desolate surface of Cultos Two to wait expectantly for him below.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Shouts echoed off the bulkheads and collisions of metal ricocheted about, violent impacts very different from stone on stone or flesh collapsing against fist in the cadres. The guards’ heavy steps resonated through the lander as they descended to the deck. Though it sounded like the one from which he departed nine years earlier, Ka’net’s memory still filtered everything through his fear of the future and grief the next word his family would receive about him would be a simple communication stating his execution had been carried out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The voice outside didn’t belong to the Drek but it could be one of the other guards. The man sounded much older than anyone he’d ever seen in the employ of Cultos Two or wearing the black shoulders of the prison system.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ka’net found himself on his feet then in the lander doorway, overwhelmed by noise and light. The landing bay stretched further than the low lights of the cadre ever allowed him to see and he swayed as his vestibular system threatened to pitch him to the deck.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Take your time,” the old voice said and Ka’net choked down a thick swallow. Eyes on the floor, he concentrated on the stairs and the soothing touch of a warm wrinkled hand on his wrist.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Thank you,” Ka’net said as he flexed his feet. He’d become accustomed to the irregular feel of stone through his thin, prison issued slippers and smiled at the new sensation of uniform metal grooves cross-hatching across the deck. He raised his eyes to the old man and studied his face for only a moment, noting brilliant and alert blue eyes he didn’t expect to see nestled amongst so many wrinkles.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A flash of red caught his eye and with overwhelming embarrassment for failing to notice right away, Ka’net crossed his palms on his chest and bowed to the elderly representative of the Oracle.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“My wise friend,” he stammered, hoping the honorific hadn’t changed then dizziness took him again and dropped him to his knees.</span></span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Gently,” the old man said. He took Ka’net’s hand in his own and smoothed dirt from his skin. “You’ve been summoned before the Oracle, Ka’net. We must hurry. The second cabin aboard my transport is small but we have resupplied with fresh water and it has a private bath. Clean clothes and hot food. Come.”</span></span></div>
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<br />West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-58256410952427425932016-01-19T16:47:00.000-08:002016-01-19T20:40:09.257-08:00Tuesday Teaser! Constant sequel in the works<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-indent: 21.2px;">
From Vertigo (working title) the follow up to Constant</div>
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“Do you feel this?” Opal strokes her fingers over Max's hip then touches the plasteel of his prosthetic leg where it joins his skin.</div>
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“Yes,” he tenses but doesn’t stop her.</div>
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“Where?”</div>
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“Small of my back.”</div>
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“I see,” she kneels and lets her lips trace the path her fingers took. “And here?”</div>
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Max’s tongue touches his top teeth and he moves a hand to protect his flank as his breath quickens as she moves above his knee.</div>
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“Tickles?” Opal asks.</div>
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“It’s not supposed to.”</div>
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“But you learn them like they learn you. They’re supposed to provide feedback.”</div>
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“Not really tickle, more like prickle but it’s gentle and not unpleasant.”</div>
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“So you can tell the difference between me touching you here and touching your side?”</div>
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Max nods. He hasn’t let her experiment like this before. Prior to today, he’s shown as much interest in sharing the legs with her as he does his tools.</div>
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She continues as Max rolls to his back and strokes her knuckles over the inside of the nearly seamless horizontal cylinder which takes the place his knee.</div>
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“Too soon,” Max moans as he draws his toes up.</div>
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Confused, Opal repeats the touch with her lips and Max brings his hands down to cup himself.</div>
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“I wasn’t touching you there,” she explains and Max raises his head to look.</div>
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“You were,” his brow creases so she brushes the inside of his knee with her nose. “That’s interesting.”</div>
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“Interesting?” Opal leaves a final kiss on the inside of Max’s knee. “I hope this isn’t the last time I’m interesting.”</div>
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“Nope,” Max reaches down and pulls Opal up to his side. She shivers so Max takes a moment to get her covered up and finish shedding his shirt. “I don’t think I’ve seen you tired.”</div>
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Opal doesn’t mind the change of subject. Warm and wrapped in Max, she sinks under the weight of sheer exhaustion.</div>
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“I don’t know how you do it, Max,” she yawns until spots form around the edges of her vision and she has to breathe. “You’re so good at fixing my bad days. I know I was reinstated and should be happy. I am. You just…remind me what’s best about living again.”</div>
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“You do the same for me, Opes,” Max replies. His prosthetic legs feel cool against hers and she sinks into a deep sleep, safe and distant from her long day.</div>
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West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-61642513524941492702015-12-20T18:38:00.001-08:002017-08-03T20:29:35.567-07:00SF and Fantasy Set in Canada<br />
My pick list for my 2016 read sf/fantasy set in every province and territory.<br />
Books may appear listed under more than one region if their stories are set in more than one region.<br />
This list is a work in progress, suggestions and corrections are welcome.<br />
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British Columbia</h2>
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Airborne (Matt Cruse, #1)<br />
Kenneth Oppel<br />
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Constant</div>
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Elizabeth Munro</div>
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Partly set in Whistler<br />
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Dance of Knives<br />
Donna McMahon<br />
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Dark Resolution<br />
Tyner Gillies<br />
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Deadly Expectations (The Chronicles of Anna #1)<br />
Elizabeth Munro<br />
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Dreams of Shreds and Tatters<br />
Amanda Downum<br />
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Eldorado<br />
Jay Allan Storey<br />
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Vancouver<br />
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Girlfriend in a Coma<br />
Douglas Coupland<br />
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Glimpse (The Dean Curse Chronicles #1)</div>
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Impact (The Dean Curse Chronicles #3)<br />
Steven Whibley<br />
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The Night Watch (Resurrection Man #2)<br />
Sean Stewart<br />
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Relic (The Dean Curse Chronicles #2)<br />
Steven Whibley<br />
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Second Childhood<br />
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Shaman's Lure<br />
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Smoke and Ashes (Tony Foster #3)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Smoke and Mirrors (Tony Foster #2)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Smoke and Shadows (Tony Foster #1)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Stranger King<br />
Nadia Hutton<br />
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Skyfall, Taken on the Wing #2<br />
Elizabeth Munro<br />
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Very Bad Deaths<br />
Spider Robinson<br />
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Very Hard Choices<br />
Spider Robinson<br />
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Wingspan, Taken on the Wing #1<br />
Elizabeth Munro<br />
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The Watch<br />
Tyner Gillies<br />
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Chaos Bound (Mist Warden #1)</div>
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Adriaan Brae and Rebecca Brae</div>
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Deadly Deceptions (The Chronicles of Anna #2)</div>
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Elizabeth Munro</div>
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Deadly Expectations (The Chronicles of Anna #1)</div>
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Elizabeth Munro<br />
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Defining Diana (Steele Chronicles #1)<br />
Hayden Trenholm<br />
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The Enchantment Emporium (Gale Women #1)</div>
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Tanya Huff</div>
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Funeral Pallor (Valerie Stevens, #2)<br />
Sean Cummings<br />
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The Future Falls (Gale Women #3)</div>
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Tanya Huff</div>
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The Night Watch (Resurrection Man #2)<br />
Sean Stewart<br />
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The North<br />
Sean Cummings<br />
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Operation Z-Day, Raven Falconer Chronicles #1<br />
Dennis F Larsen<br />
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Prairie Fire, The Story of Owen #2<br />
E K Johnston<br />
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Rise of the Huskers, Raven Falconer Chronicles #2<br />
Dennis F Larsen<br />
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Scouts of the Apocalypse<br />
Michell Plested<br />
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Seeing the Light<br />
EC Bell<br />
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Shade Fright (Valerie Stevens, #1)<br />
Sean Cummings<br />
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Skyfall, Taken on the Wing #2<br />
Elizabeth Munro<br />
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Stealing Home (Steele Chronicles #3)<br />
Hayden Trenholm<br />
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Steel Whispers (Steel Chronicles #2)<br />
Hayden Trenholm<br />
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Thunder Road (Thunder Road #1)<br />
Chadwick Ginther<br />
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Tombstone Blues (Thunder Road #2)<br />
Chadwick Ginther<br />
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Too Far Gone (Thunder Road #3)<br />
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Vengeance Fulfilled, Raven Falconer Chronicles #3<br />
Dennis F Larsen<br />
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The Wild Ways (Gale Women #2)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Wingspan, Taken on the Wing #1<br />
Elizabeth Munro<br />
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Cave Beneath the Sea (Shards of Excalibur #4)</div>
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The Lake in the Clouds (Shards of Excalibur #3)</div>
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My Zombie Boyfriend (The Undead Canadian, #1)<br />
T. Strange<br />
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Quantum Night<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Song of the Sword (Shards of Excalibur #1)<br />
Edward Willett<br />
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Spirit Singer<br />
Edward Willett<br />
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Twist of the Blade (Shards of Excalibur #2)<br />
Edward Willett<br />
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Wingspan, Taken on the Wing #1<br />
Elizabeth Munro<br />
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Quantum Night<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Thunder Road (Thunder Road #1)<br />
Chadwick Ginther<br />
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Tombstone Blues (Thunder Road #2)<br />
Chadwick Ginther<br />
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Too Far Gone (Thunder Road #3)<br />
Chadwick Ginther<br />
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Ontario</h2>
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Anna Dressed in Blood, Anna #1</div>
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Kendare Blake</div>
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Bitten (Otherworld #1)<br />
Kelley Armstrong<br />
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Blood Bank (Vicki Nelson #6)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Blood Debt (Vicki Nelson #5)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Blood Lines (Vicki Nelson #3)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Blood Pact (Vicki Nelson #4)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Blood Price (Vicki Nelson #1)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Blood Trail (Vicki Nelson #2)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Brown Girl in the Ring<br />
Halo Hopkinson<br />
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Calculating God<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Dime Store Magic (Otherworld #3)<br />
Kelley Armstrong<br />
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Drink Down the Moon (Jack of Kinrowan #2)<br />
Charles de Lint<br />
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SM Carriere<br />
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Factoring Humanity<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Girl of Nightmares, Anna #2</div>
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Kendare Blake</div>
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Greenmantle<br />
Charles de Lint<br />
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Hereafter<br />
Samuel Peralta<br />
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Hominids (Neanderthal Parallax #1)<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Humans (Neanderthal Parallax #2)<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Hybrids (Neanderthal Parallax #3)<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Jack, the Giant Killer (Jack of Kinrowan #1)<br />
Charles de Lint<br />
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Long Hot Summoning (The Keeper Chronicles #3)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Maddox Files: Back to Business<br />
R.J. Davies Mornix<br />
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Mindscan<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Moonheart<br />
Charles de Lint<br />
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Oryx and Crake<br />
Margaret Atwood<br />
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Out of Time<br />
D. G. Laderoute<br />
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Rollback<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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The Second Summoning (The Keeper Chronicles #2)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town<br />
Cory Doctorow<br />
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Spiritwalk<br />
Charles de Lint<br />
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Stolen (Otherworld #2)<br />
Kelley Armstrong<br />
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The Story of Owen, The Story of Owen #1</div>
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A Study in Aether<br />
Eric Desmarais<br />
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Summon the Keeper (Keeper Chronicles #1)<br />
Tanya Huff<br />
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The Terminal Experiment<br />
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Undead Redhead<br />
Jen Frankel<br />
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WWW: Wake (WWW #1)<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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WWW: Watch (WWW #2)<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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WWW: Wonder (WWW #3)<br />
Robert J Sawyer<br />
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Charles de Lint<br />
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All Roads Lead to Winger</div>
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Chimere</div>
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Cycling to Asylum<br />
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Faith<br />
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Playing Solitaire in Playing Solitaire and Other Stories<br />
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The Chrysalids<br />
John Wyndham<br />
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Dark Whispers, Spirit Caller #2<br />
Krista D Ball<br />
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Knight Shift, Spirit Caller #3<br />
Krista D Ball<br />
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Mystery Knight, Spirit Caller #4<br />
Krista D Ball<br />
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Spirits Rising, Spirit Caller #1<br />
Krista D Ball<br />
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Nova Scotia</h2>
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Mindkiller, Lifehouse #1<br />
Spider Robinson<br />
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Time Pressure, Lifehouse #2<br />
Spider Robinson<br />
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Lifehouse, Lifehouse #3<br />
Spider Robinson<br />
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New Brunswick</h2>
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Prairie Fire, The Story of Owen #2<br />
E K Johnston<br />
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PEI</h2>
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The Ghost Boy of MacKenzie House</div>
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Patti Larsen</div>
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The Last Wild Boy</div>
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Hugh MacDonald</div>
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The Troop<br />
Nick Cutter<br />
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NWT</h2>
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The River<br />
Cheryl Kaye Tardif<br />
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The Gaslight Dogs<br />
Karin Lowachee<br />
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Nunavut</h2>
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Frost<br />
Nicole Luiken<br />
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Yukon</h2>
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Ghosts of Morocco<br />
Marcelle Dube<br />
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Anthologies and Collections</h2>
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Clockwork Canada<br />
Dominic Parisien (Editor)<br />
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Fractured: Tales of the Canadian Post Apocalypse<br />
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Warrior Heroes With Cynthia Sax</div>
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Rye, the hero of Elizabeth’s Constant, is a Core Alliance soldier. He’s fought battles on numerous planets, risking his life. Rage, the hero of my most recent cyborg story, Releasing Rage, is also a warrior. He was manufactured to fight aliens and other human enemies.</div>
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First and foremost, there’s something extremely sexy about a male who feels so passionately about a cause or person or planet that he is willing to die for it. Rage risks his life to fulfill his missions. Can you imagine what he’d be willing to do for the woman he loves?</div>
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Soldiers also have a sense of loyalty. Rage is designed to be the perfect soldier. It takes extreme measures for him to finally rebel against his creators. Once he gives his loyalty to another being, he’s true. He won’t ever betray the woman he loves.</div>
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Soldiers are normally not solitary. They play well with others. Rage fights alongside his cyborg brethren. His loyalty extends to them. He has that ‘leave no soldier behind’ philosophy. When he rebels against his creators, he plans to free all of the cyborgs around him.</div>
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This sense of brotherhood gives us a glimpse of how Rage will act when he becomes a father. There’s a younger cyborg, Gap, whom Rage mentors, guides and protects. I can envision him doing the same with his own offspring.</div>
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Soldiers are survivors. They’ve seen the worst of beings, of situations, and survived. These warriors have faced emergencies and not lost their cool. During a disaster, like a zombie apocalypse (grins), they’re the beings any woman would want by her side. We can depend on them to, when the going gets tough, persevere. </div>
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There are downsides to loving a soldier, of course. There are downsides with every profession. Soldiers in SciFi romance are often conflicted between their duty to their cause and their duty to the women they love. They have high risk jobs and could die, leaving their heroines forever. They often have enemies. Every scene, every mission could be their last. This adds a delicious tension to every SciFi romance set in wartime. </div>
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Releasing Rage</div>
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<b>About Cynthia Sax</b></div>
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USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.</div>
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West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-86908348001143296492015-08-23T15:07:00.000-07:002015-08-23T16:32:43.187-07:00Sunday Snippet Aug 23 2015<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; text-indent: 36px;">
Although this female wore the plain uniform of all public servants, it lacked the modest cut of employees of the Courts. If Eion didn’t know better he’d suspect she’d painted it on with a brush. Perhaps the same one she used to apply the deep pink colour on her lips and cheeks.</div>
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On Stemm, a woman would never show herself in a way that would invite arousal.</div>
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“The archives,” Eion’s voice stuttered in his throat so he cleared it and tried again. “The archives?”</div>
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“Have not been accessible through here in over a year,” she pouted, exaggerating the pinkness of her wet lower lip.</div>
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Eion forced his eyes away although too late. The memory of the sight would drive sleep away for days.</div>
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“Go back the way you came. The main desk will direct you from there,” she frowned then bit her lip and stomped away, disappearing in to a small back room. “I guess this means I don’t get lunch.”</div>
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Nearly ten minutes lost by taking the wrong route to the archives.</div>
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West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-62319094278963598872015-07-26T16:27:00.002-07:002015-07-26T16:27:36.314-07:00Don't park under the big lights.<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">So I came out of Walmart to find the car had been hit by the biggest sugar honey iced tea I'd ever seen. It covered half the front window on the passenger side and appeared to disable one of the wipers.</span><br style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">My daughter and I fled home in case whatever caused the damage returned to make a second pass.</span><br style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Honestly, if we'd been in the car we may have been hurt.</span><br style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">When we got home we found not only was the front window impacted, the entire roof was covered in splotches and it managed to </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">get every single window on the car.<br />I'm impressed.<br />I asked my daughter if she thought it was an ostrich but she rolled her thirteen year old eyes and patiently explained ostriches don't fly.<br />I suggested a pterodactyl and she considered the idea, nodded and agreed it could be the culprit.<br />So if you're shopping at Walmart, don't park under the big lights. They are sturdy enough to bear the weight of what I would guess is an adult pterodactyl.</span>West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-52850641678238564292015-04-12T11:06:00.000-07:002015-04-12T11:06:06.336-07:00Original Opening Chapters for Skyfall<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; min-height: 15px; text-align: center;">
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He never expected to actually miss her but the last few weeks outside on the wing have been driven by a foreign urgency to get home. Even though they are nothing more than Guard Master and student during the day, he opened up to her at night to become someone articulate and generous. In private, he’s a gryphon even Talon wouldn’t recognize. He’s not so sure he even knows himself.</div>
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“My ass on fire or something, Talon?” Soar looks at the stone ceiling and as Talon slows his long strides they sound more like Lev’s. As Sire, hereditary leader of the eyrie, Lev is never in rush. Everything happens on Lev’s time and since Talon mated to Lev’s daughter, Shadow, he adopted many of his mannerisms. Talon’s assumption Soar will squat and strain as quick for him as he does for Lev is premature since Talon won’t be Sire for centuries. It’s one hell of a long apprenticeship and Soar doesn’t blame Talon for nor envy his responsibilities.</div>
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“You’ve got to be joking,” Soar growls. The beard itches and as he lets go of Talon’s elbow he gets his fingers in it and scratches.</div>
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“No joke,” Talon’s grin widens. “Cloud made it, Soar. Master Sky accepted her in Memphis.”</div>
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Soar’s belly goes cold and Talon’s gaze drops to the dark slash of Soar’s mouth. Soar is sick and angry with the thought she’s leaving him.</div>
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“She got in?”</div>
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“Don’t be so surprised. You know much she wanted this.”</div>
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“Great,” Soar mumbles and tries to turn but Talon takes his elbow.</div>
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“You’re escorting her to Memphis.”</div>
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“No fucking way,” Soar shakes Talon loose and only gets a step away before Talon’s palm hits the wall, his arm blocking Soar from taking another.</div>
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“You got something better to do than see my daughter safely to Memphis?”</div>
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Soar stiffens. His refusal is more than passing on an order that probably came from Lev. For Talon, his friend’s flat out ‘no’ is a personal insult.</div>
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“You’re still sleeping with her, aren’t you?” Talon whispers, leaning in close and there’s a single flash of blue static in his feathers. It’s a warning that matches Talon’s dominant posture. “I’ve seen how she looks at you. Every day I see her wait for you to do more than order her to keep her wings back or bend her knees more. I see her falter when you treat her like nothing more than a trainee.”</div>
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“What’s your point?” Soar demands but he doesn’t retreat and keeps his chest pressed to Talon’s arm. Relations with any gryphon eighteen or younger are taboo and Cloud was twenty when she came to him two years before. Fair game. Soar was seventy three and getting to the age when a male wants something regular waiting for him at home. Damn, like he’s started to think of Cloud. Males are typically several decades older since they are driven to grow their hoards before getting serious. Most females, however, seem wired from their first season to need the security of a home eyrie and a male, even if he doesn’t spend a lot of time in the confines of her den.</div>
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“My point is,” Talon sighs. “My point is we’ve talked about this. She wants to be a ranger—”</div>
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“And I swore I wouldn’t hold her back,” Soar interrupts, remembering how Talon’s right fist left him with double vision for a week. “I know she’s royal, Talon. I held my chin high and took my punishment for not expressing my interest in her to you first.”<br />
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Damn, Talon doesn’t seem convinced Soar’s interest in the red-head is weak. Soar’s tactics change from honesty to defensive lying. The trouble is he lies mostly to himself as he talks out loud. Nobody knows about Soar and Cloud but Talon. Cloud never told a soul.<br />
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“It’s casual because that’s how Cloud wants it,” Soar lowers his voice and meets Talon’s stare. Then he drops his eyes like he’s making a personal admission. It’s far from casual for either of them and as the words come out Soar believes them and will until he’s alone. “I know what she wants. Maybe it’ll be something serious when she gets home but she made it clear I’m secondary to getting in to Memphis.”<br />
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Talon nods as he buys it.<br />
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“And as for an escort isn’t that going to give the outside the impression she’s royal? Nobody else makes a group trip out of it.”<br />
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“I see your point,” Talon agrees. “But she’s also Dame Shadow’s adopted daughter and Memphis is a fuck of a long way off. If you’ve—”</div>
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“Got something else to do? As a matter of fact I do. You know the issues with Calgary and I’ve got a line on some information Lev’s been hard for.”</div>
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“Cooper,” Talon growls. “We’re due to check out Master Sky’s senior students, my friend. You go deal with Cooper and I’ll take a couple of the guard with me, escort Cloud and see if there’s anyone who might be a good fit with us. You know Shadow will have my tail in a sling if anything happens to her.”</div>
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Soar laughs, drawing his lungs full of the moist air rising up along the tunnel from the baths.<br />
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Suddenly he’s not so anxious to see Cloud. Her impending absence is killing him inside already and the only thing that will cure it and keep him from begging her to stay is a quick, clean break.</div>
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<i>How can I be nervous?</i></div>
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Cloud’s small den is positively claustrophobic. Each turn she makes as she paces causes the tips of her wings to scrape against the stone walls. She didn’t have to try hard to hear the gossip that Soar is home and now all she can think about is getting to his den. If she doesn’t share her news with him<br />
soon she’ll probably burst into pieces.</div>
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It takes forever for the tunnel outside her den to settle down as the other single females talk about him. Over the past two years she’s learned to curb her jealousy. As the biggest and most dangerous eligible male in the eyrie he’s the one every single female wants and he’s Cloud’s. Even though their affair is secret she’s his only one.</div>
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Cloud changes again into another set of traditional trousers and tunic then pulls up the front to sniff her skin. She simply smells warm and takes a deep breath to purge the worry that all the pacing forced the scent of sweat to cover the soft citrus of the soap she borrowed from Shadow.</div>
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Without making any effort to hide her passage, Cloud draws her curtain aside and steps from her den into the quiet tunnel. Someone has already been through and blown out every second and third silver light, the only indication most residents of the eyrie have turned in.</div>
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The section of dens reserved for unattached males is a different matter. During daylight hours the tunnels are open to everyone but at night a female going to the male quarters could be the subject of gossip if it became a regular thing and especially if it involved Soar.</div>
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Once at his den she pauses a moment to make sure he’s in. The heavy curtain covering the entrance is fresh with his scent and she runs her lips over her tongue to moisten them for his kiss. After three months and two days she’s wound tight.</div>
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Cloud steps in and lets the curtain fall shut behind her. For a moment the outright emptiness of the room is disorienting since she expects him to be there, wings widened in greeting.</div>
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“Soar?” She keeps her voice soft so it doesn’t carry into the tunnel.</div>
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There’s a grunt as his wingless form rolls over on his mat.</div>
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Cloud’s arousal fizzles. Unwinged? Nothing sexy about that. A winged gryphon isn’t interested in one in human form. Soar won’t find her attractive at all either.</div>
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“Um,” she tries. He doesn’t even lift his head much less stand to greet her.</div>
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“I don’t think my feet have touched the ground in days, Cloud, and I’m damned tired,” he bitches as he turns his back to her. “What do you want?”</div>
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“I just...” she inhales.</div>
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<i>...feel like a complete fool, coming in here thinking you want me.</i></div>
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“You what?”</div>
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“I couldn’t wait to tell you,” Cloud forces her voice higher in the hopes her excitement is at least a little infectious but her voice falters. Soar sighs with impatience. “I’m going to Memphis, Soar. Sire Lev said you’d take me and—”</div>
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“And what,” Soar pushes himself to his feet. His interruption comes as her voice fails. “I’m tired and I’m leaving again in the morning.”</div>
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“Just a few days alone together,” Cloud whispers. “It’s been so long. Just you and me.”</div>
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“Like a couple?” He laughs. “Christ. I didn’t realize we were exclusive and it’s been three fucking months.”</div>
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Cloud’s heart thumps with deepening embarrassment. Whatever he was doing it obviously involved someone else.</div>
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“We had a thing,” Soar yawns then speaks slowly. Each word pushes her further out of his league.<br />
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“We had a thing, Cloud. We were never a thing.”</div>
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“Okay,” is all she can manage as she staggers out. Her wing tangles in the curtain and the last thing she hears from Soar are a few swear words. How could she have been so dumb to think there was any more going on than sex? It makes sense now why he never acknowledged her in public.</div>
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The tunnels and common areas are deserted as Cloud makes her way to the royal chambers. She’d have gone to spend some time with Shadow even if Soar hadn’t harshly explained their relationship.</div>
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“Cloud?” Shadow’s voice reaches her as she steps into the den. The first chamber is a large room with two smaller ones on either side. This is what she needs. Closeness to the two gryphons she loves with all her heart, her adopted parents who will always welcome her in.</div>
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“Can I stay here tonight, Shadow?”</div>
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“Not in your old den,” Shadow says from the other sleeping chamber. There’s no scent of sex in the room and Cloud smiles. They knew she’d see them. “Come in here.”</div>
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Cloud’s eye sting with held back tears.</div>
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“Like old times,” Shadow soothes as Cloud’s lungs hitch. “I’m going to miss you like crazy.”</div>
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Shadow is nestled into Talon and turns to face Cloud then gets up on one elbow and extends her soft white wing in invitation. As Cloud snuggles in to the smaller gryphon, Talon’s arm reaches to embrace them both.</div>
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“I’m so proud of you, Cloud,” Talon whispers as Shadow murmurs in agreement. “You’ve earned Memphis.”</div>
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“I love you,” she answers and falls asleep with Shadow’s lips pressed to her cheek.</div>
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<b>Chapter One</b></div>
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There’s nothing Cloud hates more than lying face down on the soft dirt floor of the sparring chamber. Other than being face down in the dirt with Hunter on top of her.</div>
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And Master Sky telling them to do it—</div>
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“Again.”</div>
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But Hunter doesn’t move; instead he shifts his weight, rubbing his whole body over hers while the dozens of other sparring pairs take position for another match.</div>
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“Hunter,” Sky’s voice echoes down from the high rounded ceiling. “We are not practicing holds.”</div>
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<i>Holds, my sire’s pinfeathers</i>, Cloud curses. <i>I’ve been mounted.</i></div>
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“This one’s my specialty,” Hunter whispers so only Cloud can hear. “It’s called ‘later in my den.’”</div>
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Cloud limits her disgust to an aggravated click of the tongue. As she tries to throw him he rolls away and she lands on her back, layering her feathers in cold dirt. She accepts his offered hand only because it’s an expected courtesy. Chunks of his straight brown hair cling to the sweat on his neck and he grins, gives her a sly wink and drops into a crouch. Her own long red hair is in a neat knot at the back of her head, a far cry from the rebellious tangles of a decade earlier when she first moved to Soar’s Vancouver Island Eyrie. Hunter’s fingers ease his trousers up over the bend in his knees before he raises his hands in defense.</div>
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His stupid sideways grin disarms her every time.</div>
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For a moment she lets her guard down and returns his smile until she remembers he isn’t Soar and her teeth are full of dirt. That jerk hasn’t spoken a word to her in three years. Didn’t even say good-bye when she left for Sky’s mountain. This jerk circles left and Cloud tries not to let his good mood get to her.</div>
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It could be because the two jerks are brothers. She can close her eyes and imagine he’s Soar; the pace of his steps, the way his breathing gets throaty when he’s physically worked up, the deep brown of his wings...</div>
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Maybe that’s why she puts up with Hunter’s advances.</div>
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“Come on, Cloud,” Hunter takes a step closer. “Couple of us are going to Memphis for a few days and I need a date.”</div>
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“I’m certain you have your pick of female accompaniment,” Cloud replies as she sidesteps his lunge. A prodigal grandson of Master Sky would need no help attracting a gryphon of the opposite sex.</div>
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Cloud’s wing gets a little high as she spins clear of Hunter and one long reddish-brown flight feather slaps his stomach but not hard enough to satisfy her desire to smack Hunter or his brother.</div>
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“That’s a given,” he admits and it is if the talk from the other females training under Master Sky is even close to the truth. “But it would be good for you. I’m certain you want a chance to prove you’re not a complete bitch outside this room.”</div>
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“I’m not,” she protests as she lands in the dirt again.</div>
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As she rolls over she catches sight of jerk number one.</div>
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Soar stands on one of the upper shelves above the chamber, arms crossed, watching more advanced students practice with daggers, his weapon of choice. Cloud can’t be sure, but his hands appear to tighten around his biceps in response to her stare. He still wears his hair short. When she arrived for her first lesson in the sparring chamber back home his hair was down to his elbows so she asked him how the other females kept their hair out of their eyes. Soar disappeared at mid morning break and flew to a hairdresser in Tofino for a cut.</div>
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She scans the other shelves for her adopted sire, Master Talon, in the hopes he’s come along on their semi-annual recruiting trip but Soar is alone.</div>
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“Please, Cloud,” Hunter begs. “Say yes. I promise you won’t regret it.”</div>
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Her heart skips as Soar looks her way then the air pops from her lungs as Hunter flattens her on the ground.</div>
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“I mean it,” he gets an elbow in the dirt, easing his weight as her lungs refill. “We don’t have to call it a date, okay? You call the shots.”</div>
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Cloud cranes her neck around but Soar is gone.</div>
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“Enough for the day,” Master Sky calls as she strides from the chamber. Her long, salt and pepper braid sways between her wings.</div>
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As Cloud shakes off the dirt Hunter waits for her answer.</div>
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Why the hell shouldn’t she go to Memphis with Soar’s brother? Soar and Cloud never were a thing in spite of the nights she spent in his den and it’s her own stupid heart that keeps clinging to something she’ll never have. Maybe a few days making friends will be good for her.</div>
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“Swear, Hunter,” she insists. “You’ll be a perfect gryphon or you’ll never get a second chance to impress me.”</div>
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“Shit, really?” Hunter staggers back a step like she’s landed a fist in his gut. Gosh, he’s surprised. He must have known Soar was coming or he wouldn’t have planned the trip. Soar’s presence, while he assessed prospective rangers, would give everyone else a break from training.</div>
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“Yeah and if you want to call it a date I guess that’s okay.”</div>
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“Wow, right,” Hunter pushes his sweaty hair back and rubs his palms on his trousers. “I guess I’ll see you at evening meal then.”</div>
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He practically skips to the tunnel that leads to the male’s baths, taking his place with a couple of others who dared to ask Cloud out and have the bruised egos to prove it.</div>
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<br />West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-81199368033152802982014-09-14T16:51:00.000-07:002014-09-14T16:51:24.471-07:00Epubs make me nuts!So just when I thought I had it all figured out when it comes to which online retailer wants what when it comes to submitting my books I found out there's even more to learn.<br />
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Hubs used to put my ePubs together using Quark Express. It was a bit of an ugly task, building each chapter in pieces so we could insert a little picture or bit of artwork here and there, but we always got it to work.<br />
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That's until I tried to build a boxed set. It seems a boxed set has far too many words for Quark and my computer to remain stable. We needed another option so decided to give Pages on my Mac a try. The epub export worked great.<br />
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Well, sorry of. I found uploading a valid ePub to Goodreads using Safari doesn't work. Goodreads automated checker finds the file invalid. If you upload the same ePub using a windows computer it works just fine. Okay, I can work with that.<br />
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Then came the upgrade to Mavericks. Now my pages ePubs don't work on Kobo but with iTunes they're fine. After a few days of repeatedly up loading, Kobo said there was an unmatched <apple> tag in the ePub. Nothing I could do about that so went back to the old version of Pages.<br />
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This weekend I published all my books on Google Play and found the old pages ePub can't be 'cleansed'.<br />
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Sigh, so I copy my old pages version (since that works on Kobo) into new Pages, rebuild my TOC and publish to Google Play. (live there now, hint, hint, if you haven't picked up one of my books yet)<br />
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So here's the rundown.<br />
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iTunes - likes ePubs from Pages on either Snow Leopard or Mavericks<br />
Kobo - ePubs from the old pages on Snow Leopard<br />
Google Play - ePubs from the new Pages<br />
Goodreads - just don't upload it from your Mac.<br />
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That's my experience.<br />
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West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-81482583023749488572013-10-12T19:14:00.000-07:002013-10-12T19:14:00.727-07:00Wonton vs Wanton, My Kindle Can ReadI've known for a while that my Kindle can read to me and only tried it out the weekend when I was laid up with the flu. I decided to listen to one of my own books, Deadly Expectations. In the first chapter, Anna goes out for Chinese food with her father and they have wonton soup.<br />
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Unfortunately my kindle isn't familiar with the cuisine and pronounced it as defined at <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/wanton">http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/wanton</a><br />
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It started out with "he pushed his flat bottom spoon around the fat wantons and singled out a piece of pork" but then my kindle went on to say "my mouth held a whole wanton."<br />
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Yeah, I wrote wonton and the kindle said wanton. I thought how amusing it could be if the mistake were the other way around such as describing a "wonton woman" or a "wonton disregard for the other pedestrians."<br />
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Later, my kindle described "The rain soaked front of his grey t-shirt clings so the muscles running down his ABS are easily seen."<br />
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Um, I meant abs, not antilock brakes.<br />
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All the running to my husband with the headphones hollering "you've got to hear this" aside, text to speech has its drawbacks which I'll take as editing opportunities.<br />
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<li>A a listener isn't always sure if a sentence is dialogue or narration when they can't see the quotation marks or there is no clear indication of who is speaking.</li>
<li>Commas are true pauses so unnecessary ones are annoying. A comma in a sentence is treated like a period by the kindle.</li>
<li>An opportunity for giggling during steamy scenes. Not much I can do about that I'm afraid. A robotic voice isn't conducive to a romantic mood.</li>
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I plan to listen to all my books on the kindle if not for my own amusement then to improve future kindle audio versions. It's an interesting experience hearing another read your work and an eye-opening example of how different people can experience a story in completely different ways.</div>
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West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-12655086749500822322013-06-19T16:46:00.001-07:002013-06-19T16:46:39.852-07:00Skyfall<div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: red;"><b>“Flay will carry you.”</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: red;"><b>“Who?” Soar turns as the female nods.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: red;"><b>“Where are we going?”</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Cloud
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: red;"><b>“You shall be a guest of the Dragonkin.”</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: red;"><b> Is she flirting or does she plan on eating
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i><span style="color: red;"><b>Maybe both.</b></span></i></span></div>
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West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-4574698845997874222013-06-01T08:54:00.000-07:002013-06-01T08:54:17.622-07:00It's not a power tool...A few weeks ago I made a big change and got my hair cut. Not a trim or a little bit off the sides but a real cut. I left the salon with a fourteen inch ponytail for donation to make wigs for people going through cancer treatment.<br />
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And as a side note, if you think you can't do the same because your hair has been permed or coloured, check around online. Some organizations are happy to accept those donations too! All you need to do is mail them.<br />
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The next day I realized it wasn't just a big change. It was also a huge adjustment.<br />
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I found myself in Wal-Mart because I needed <i>something to do my hair with</i>, dangling preposition and all.<br />
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The last time I used a blow dryer you had two choices: mousse and gel. I couldn't even find them and didn't have a clue what to do with anything else on the shelves. My daughter was no big help. After my rant about the chocolate scented mousse you could get when I was in highschool and where the heck was it, I sent the laughing 'tween to the toy department. I found what I needed at a fraction of the price of any of the other styling products. Victory for the fashion dinosaur.<br />
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Come Monday, the panicked texts to my husband began. He was still at work and I was trying to get ready.<br />
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Me> Where is hair dryer?<br />
Him> Shed<br />
Me> ??<br />
Him> (silence)<br />
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Me> Not in shed<br />
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<i>pause</i><br />
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Him> Garage?<br />
Me> It's not a power tool<br />
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So I found it in the garage. Apparently it's been used to dry everything from epoxy to hockey gloves in the past six years. It has a power cord, therefore it must be a power tool. I had no idea the thing was so versatile!<br />
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So consider the benefits<br />
- hair donation for charity<br />
- no more neck pain<br />
- gone from twenty-four pumps of shampoo to three<br />
- don't have to wake up Hubs up to get off my hair so I can roll over at night<br />
- found another use (the original one) for the <strike>dryer</strike> power tool<br />
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The main one I'd like to pass along is the donation. We've all been touched by cancer in some way. Whether you donate blood or hair or time or money, please take a moment to give.<br />
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<br />West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-49807898581014026642013-05-09T07:01:00.001-07:002013-05-09T07:01:07.038-07:00huge, Huge, HUGE News!<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">WingSpan is now available at </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/MulberryBushBooks" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>MulberryBushBooks</a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">if you are in Parksville or Qualicum stop in and say hi and pick up a copy and please like their page!</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"><br /></span>
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Wingspan and the Deadly Trilogy aka The Chronicles of Anna are now available at Chapters in Nanaimo! They have a Starbucks and *little secret* it's the setting I had in mind at the end of Chapter One of Wingspan. Don't tell!</span>West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-78798979031560063972013-05-01T15:53:00.001-07:002013-05-01T15:53:59.468-07:00The gryphons have flown! So what's next?Well, for starters taxes. Plenty of grumbling and head scratching but after a day of digging through a mountain of paper its done!<br />
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Next up I have several projects...<br />
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<a href="http://deadlyexpectations.com/chronicles_of_anna.html" target="_blank">Deadly Obsessions</a>, the fourth in the Anna trilogy. The story follows a grown up Camille who like her mother is a magnet for trouble.<br />
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<a href="http://deadlyexpectations.com/wingspan.html" target="_blank">SkyFall</a>, the second in the <i>Taken on the Wing</i> series which follows Cloud and Soar on a secret mission. The city eyries have been playing dirty to take control of the Grand Council and weaken the traditional eyries like that of Talon and Shadow. (oh no!) I've found the photo I want of my Cloud and Soar and will be revealing the cover in the coming month or two.<br />
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<a href="http://deadlyexpectations.com/in_the_works.html" target="_blank">Rovian Descent</a> is a Science Fiction romance. No super powers, but lots of suspense and action. Mars plus organized crime.<br />
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Last is <i>Chalice Dragon Valley</i> a mid-grade fantasy with a young tough hero whose devotion to his family will melt your heart.<br />
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And finally I'm planning a Rafflecopter giveaway like the one I just entered for <a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/07afec0/" target="_blank"><i>Stay with Me </i>by <i>AC Marchman.</i></a> I'm planning copies of my books, gryphon mugs and if I get really wild a Kindle or Kobo mini.<br />
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Happy May Day!West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-71106642992191699312013-04-07T09:04:00.001-07:002013-04-07T09:04:12.665-07:00Wingspan - The Big Release, got gryphons?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After a busy week changing little things that only bother me I finally hit the send button! Wingspan is live on Amazon and will be on Sony, Kobo, and iBooks just as soon as they finish their QA checks.<br />
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Usually I make a point of buying the first copy myself but this time I woke up to sales! Wow, I can't get the smile off my face.<br />
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And there are giveaways at goodreads.com; click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16111923-wingspan">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16111923-wingspan</a> to get in on the Canada or US draws. I will be running a giveaway on goodreads every month as long as they let me.<br />
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<i>Wingspan</i> is the first in a paranormal romance series called <i>Taken on the Wing</i>. Find out why my gryphons are great.West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-7300715562126878842013-03-09T06:54:00.000-08:002013-03-09T20:11:34.177-08:00Wingspan - The Big Tease, Part Three<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...if you haven't read parts one and two yet, please read them first. This is the final installment of the Wingspan preview!<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">Mark Williams watches the unusual
female pull away up the hill. Between gear changes he puts the window up
halfway and pushes his hair behind his ears before getting his sunglasses back
on. It’s early enough the morning sun shines straight in glaring off the dash
and warming his skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">That she’s interested in him he doesn’t doubt.
Her nervousness is obvious and he suspects her age is partly to blame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">Yeah, but you’re still a kid,</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"> he
laughs at himself. <i>Not even a hundred</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">The fact that she’s on her own could
also explain her caution. Females rarely travel alone away from their eyrie and
though she returned his advances he suspects she’s in a hurry to catch up to
her father or brother; the only males who should be with her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">A nervous glance at the empty sky reassures
Mark that a rough encounter with them isn’t in his very near future at least.
With his training he’s sure he could beat them both to pieces but honour
requires he take his licks if they don’t like him. As he pushes the heavily
laden rig through another gear he realizes she’s been away from her eyrie for a
while if she’s learned to ride a motorcycle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">It could be she’s a true rogue,
abandoning the eyrie for the human world like he had years before. Many find
satisfaction in service to the Sire and Dame, the hereditary royalty, but not
Mark. As Talon, the gryphon male in his spirit, he’d trained for decades to be
ranger. A proud place in the elite royal guard was the only service he felt
worthy of him but seeing bigger less talented males be selected time and time
again put him off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">Instead he indulged in a female who
appreciated him and his fighter spirit. A larger western gryphon herself she
was nearly his height but she was flighty and prone to wandering for months at
a time with his own sister who preferred the wind under her wings to the stone
Jasper cavern they’d all come to call home. Not that he minded. He’d done the
same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">Talon had managed to abandon
courtship as well, never offering Swift his bite though there seemed no
shortage to the tears she would offer, shedding them his way every time things
seemed serious. Commitment issues Swift had accused but in his heart he needed
someone who saw him as more than an intimidating male to show off to her
friends or escort her through some human shopping mall while she picked out
something shiny for herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">But this little female is different.
A demanding vulnerability in her scent commands him to win her; a line he’d
never even wanted to cross with another. Her size could be driving him to be
protective. Gryphons from this side of the continent are decidedly larger than
those further east where he was reared but she’s truly tiny, her scent so
exotic he can’t begin to guess where she’s from.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">He never thought he’d find vulnerability sexy
but in <i>his</i> little female it’s searing
hot. Maybe he’ll find her motorcycle ahead, her scent and clothing leading him
through the forest as he undresses and takes wing, becoming Talon and knowing
she’s high above stalking him already. Their magic protecting them from human
eyes as he finds a clearing and enough space to spread his wings and take off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">Talon’s strength and size would
overpower her and he’d revel in her submission before letting her go
anticipating his own terror as her speed and agility let her get her claws to his
exposed throat…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">He hasn’t hunted like that with a female in
years. The chance she’ll show up is slim; that she’ll stay interested in him
long enough to hunt are even slimmer. In spite of the weak prospects he’s
excited with the possibility.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">You’re in way over your head with
this one, Talon, </span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">his human voice tries to warn the unfamiliar
gryphon need for a mate. <i>One shot. You screw this
up you won’t get another chance with her.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">As he enters <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Nanaimo</st1:city></st1:place> her scent grows strong and he leans
toward the window, inhaling deeply. Mark groans with need, sweeter than when
they first spoke. Light brown eyes, he recalls, and her long hair tied back. As
he remembers the shape of her ass straddling the seat her scent disappears and
he casts his eyes wildly about for any hint of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Damn it,” he mutters nearly tearing the wheel
free in frustration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">*****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">It’s past one-thirty when Mark finally reaches
the short strip mall and gas station he’d sent her to. Even though he has half
a mind to press on to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Victoria</st1:place></st1:state>
to wait for his next load he’s still hopeful she’s waiting for him.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">That’s just your arrogant gryphon
pride talking, Talon,</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"> he grumbles to himself though his human half
hasn’t given up either. <i>If she’s here it’s all
about her and how she wants it and you know it.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">As he pulls in he catches the smallest hint of
her on the air. If she was here she’s probably gone but it gets a little
stronger as he reaches the end near the pumps. Just past them he spots the
front end of her motorcycle backed in on the other side of an SUV. His pulse
shoots up as he looks skyward hoping for a glimpse of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Instead she’s curled up on the grass behind her
motorcycle. The helmet is perched on the handlebars and her jacket is balled up
under her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">She’s even more exquisite with the gear off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">A small strip of ivory skin fills the gap
between the rise of her denim covered hip and the hem of her white tank top. As
he pulls in and kills the engine his eyes partially shift, improving his vision
and picking out a slim line of blue over her shoulder where the top has slid
toward her neck. Then there’s the thick brown hair still wavy from her braid
and piled loose behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Mark quickly checks the contents of the grocery
bag at his feet. Condoms and jerky; canned fish. The bottled water is already
in the small fridge behind the passenger seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">It’s clear she wants a human encounter and he’s
glad he thought to run to the pharmacy for the condoms. He’ll be surprised if
she’s not likewise prepared but he’s expected to show courtesy and bring some
too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The conception of a child in human form would be
catastrophic for both of them. If by some miracle she survived and carried it
to term the child would be human and by tradition abandoned. A devastating loss
for her, its dame, though these days it was the human adoption system which
took responsibility and not the elements and scavengers waiting as far as the
father, its sire, could fly from the eyrie. Not to mention an unbearable task
and one Mark hopes he never has to face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">He turns the engine off and pops the door,
stepping down the first two steps and jumping the last, his worn cowboy boots
striking the pavement at the same time.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">Easy</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">, he warns himself.
Females are sensitive to moods even in their human form and if he charges in
ready for sex she’s sure to change her mind. One step at a time and let her
lead was the only advice he’d ever received from older males and he prays it’s
worth the dozens of rounds he’d bought to get it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">She sits quickly, a sudden inhalation tells Mark
he’s startled her, but she doesn’t turn his way just yet. Come to think of it
all those older males were unmated. Damn, it was the only advice he had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Hey,” she calls; the tiniest tremor in her
voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Hey yourself,” he answers as he steps onto the
grass only a half dozen paces away. The young woman reaches down modestly
tugging at the bottom of her top before pressing her hands onto the ground so
she can turn to face him. Her mouth opens again and gets stuck before she pulls
it shut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Sorry I’m late,” Mark continues gently trying to
take her all in without clawing her up with his eyes. She’s perfectly
proportioned, breasts slightly high and arms toned and a face he’d never tire
of looking at. In spite of his efforts not to stare he catches her looking him
over and tries not to smile as her cheeks turn pink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Silently he takes a seat behind her hoping to be
less intimidating. He knows what he looks like, six foot two and nearly all
muscle. There’s grass in her hair and he starts taking the little bits out one
at a time. This close her gentle musk is intoxicating as it mingles with the
smell of summer from her hair. After a minute Mark trails his fingers down her
back and she cautiously reaches behind and slides a hand under his knee. As he
leans forward to taste her skin she moves her head to the side, not quite the
symbolic submission of exposing her neck he expects but enough to invite him
in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Shadow?” a man calls from the parking lot in
front of them. Mark is too focused on his dark haired beauty and curses himself
for not keeping an eye out for competition, gryphon or in this case not. “Damn,
Shadow. I thought it was you!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Shadow looks up, her hand grips Mark’s leg and
seems to tug him closer. She’s uncomfortable as hell with the little man and
pulls her knees together, arching her back into Mark in the process. He reaches
around her, hand over her womb in a display of possession usually reserved for
mated pairs but Mark is dead set on making his claim public even though the
interloper is human.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Hi, Nuke,” she says and he waves with two
fingertips as he palms his pop. His other hand is jammed down the side of his
female companion’s shorts. Mark stifles a snort. Nuke’s woman is six inches
taller and a hundred and eighty degrees prettier. Judging by the big diamond on
her left hand the reason for her attraction to him is clear. It doesn’t keep
Nuke’s eyes from wandering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You keeping busy?” Shadow asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Nuke shrugs and Shadow pulls her hand off Mark
to cross her arms as Nuke’s eyes drop and linger. He appears to hear Mark’s low
warning growl and remembers his manners.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“My uncle got me a good logging gig up island,”
Nuke says. “This is Bunny. We got ourselves set up with a nice apartment.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Nuke makes eye contact with Mark expecting an
introduction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Talon,” Mark says before Shadow is caught not
knowing his name. He can’t decide which one of them is the predator. Nuke
thinks he is, judging by how he’s looking at Shadow but Bunny with the prey
name has her attention on a nearby Lexus that smells of the two of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Prey indeed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Shadow drops her eyes with what Mark first takes
to be submission to the little shit then he scents deep pain her, somehow
associated with the man. He must be meant for Shadow if simply being near
attunes him to her moods. He was always fucking things up with Swift when he
guessed wrong but he’s already clear about Shadow. The old rogues never
mentioned that and it explains why they were drinking alone in a <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Calgary</st1:place></st1:city> rogue favoured
bar. A small layer of golden brown feathers bristles beneath his shirt and he
quickly squashes the idea of squashing Nuke, letting them fade. Taking wing
with his shirt on is something a child would do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Well…ah,” Nuke says with a sideways look at
Bunny. She appears bored; rolling her eyes under thick fake lashes and tugs him
to leave. “Good to see you doing better—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Yeah, bye Nuke,” she cuts him off. Mark wonders
better than what? She’s far more distraught inside than she lets on and he rubs
her shoulder with his free hand to try and calm her down. As Nuke and Bunny
walk away Shadow deflates into Mark with relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Hi, Talon,” she says as the mismatched human
pair drives off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Hello, Shadow,” he answers. He knows her
gryphon name: subtle and secretive. Calming. A very appropriate name for this
female who appeared out of nowhere and into his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">His female. Talon is going to make sure of it.
No man like Nuke is ever going to upset her again. He’s surprised with himself.
He’d always thought taking a mate was about genes and temperament. A male
wanted a healthy mate who would be a compassionate and patient dame to his
children but right now children are the last thing on his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Compassion for Shadow is all he wants. Not to
posses or have an excuse to feel territorial but to be proud that she chose
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">As she straightens up he takes his hand from her
stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“There’s no, um, story to Nuke,” Shadow says
flatly like she knows the idea of the two of them together made Talon’s skin
crawl. “Nothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">When she turns to him she tucks her feet in and
holds her head high before flashing him a brilliant smile. Damn, she takes his
breath away. The top is cut low and the sight of her skin and exposed neck
makes him want her even more. Whatever the story with Nuke is, it’s not sexual
and she wants him to know it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Then her hands are on his legs and she’s only a dozen
inches away, studying him like he’s a puzzle. Below her furrowed brows her eyes
watch as she feels the muscle in his arms. Delicately, persistent, Shadow works
her way up over his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You’re big,” she winces. “Sorry, that sounded
stupid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">But he doesn’t let her pull away, firmly taking
her wrist and putting her hand right back where it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Where I call home, I’m not considered all that
big.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“I find that hard to believe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Talon turns his head to the side softly blocking
access to his neck. As bad as he wants her he’s not going there just yet. When
he turns she’s even closer and he lets her touch his cheek as her mouth opens.
Expecting a kiss, the mere wisp of her lips over his is torment and he tears up
a handful of grass she can’t see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Before he can come up with any plan to figure
out how he’s blown it her lips seal over his and he gives in as her fingers
slide down over his throat, tracing over his carotid. The vibration of her
nails on his half-days stubble rams straight into his groin.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">I’m yours</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">, Talon
shamelessly surrenders as her tongue tries his lips and he opens to her,
meeting her hot prying challenge with his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Shadow gets a knee between his, the other to his
side straddling his thigh and he takes her hips in his hands to pull her in but
her hand tightens on his throat as she takes control remaining in the dominant
position above. Talon stops pulling and instead slips a hand under her snug
tank, palm over her flat bare stomach to tell her the distance between them is
his choice, not hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">She seals the kiss around his tongue and yelps
at the sound of metal crashing to the pavement behind her. In what seems like
an eternity he’s pinned her protectively to the grass already having taken in
that it was an aluminum boat falling from the top of a camper and not her sire
come to kick his ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Talon!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Arms between them, her hands fist his shirt and
she has to be aware of his erection and every other part of his body holding
her down. Shadow’s pounding heart and wide eyes say she was completely in to
him when the boat fell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Then she laughs as Talon lets his head fall to
hers, close to the warmth of fading fright on her cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“I planned that,” he jokes. “To get you in my
arms.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You didn’t have to,” Shadow says.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Chapter One</span><span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></h1>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn’s motorcycle jacket is a little loose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Two years of choking grief will do that to a
girl. She’s been sober for a week to make sure it isn’t the booze and pills
making her feel so desperately alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">It isn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Nuke came to see her once in the hospital after
they repaired her femur with a gross amount of titanium. It had been broken in
two places and bent under her in the crash. When he asked if she needed
anything she asked for a gun to kill herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">He didn’t come back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Six months of surgeries and rehab get her back
to work. Sleeping pills and alcohol take the memories away, at least for a
while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Insurance paid out Jenn’s Shadow and a nice
smelling man Terry knew brought her papers to sign until his apartment is hers.
At first she’s surprised her shoot first brother had life insurance but he
always shot first when it came to his sister. Dollars don’t make up for being
alone. They shared a soul and Terry took it with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The used 600cc sport bike Jenn rides is the
fastest thing she’s ever taken down the highway. The last owner put a lot of
money into it before he knocked up his girlfriend and had to sell. It’s black
and orange and covered in flames and sexier than anything Jenn would ever dare
show on the outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Today it carries her south to a liquor store she
frequents; out of town enough that anyone local won’t see her stocking up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Free from the last knot of cars Jenn finds a
lone semi slowing for the lights at Northwest Bay Road south of Parksville. The
speed limit drops to sixty as the highway descends in both directions toward
the intersection usually filling it up with cars like a giant bowl but today it’s
just her and the truck. A gas station covered with a big red roof is on her
left but all her attention is on the rig. It gears down noisily on the hill and
she has to do the same to avoid nailing it from behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The number on the trailer gets Jenn’s attention
first, prompting her not to run the light ahead. It has a T and a K. Terry
Klein. And an eight and a two, the age they were when he died. Not eighty-two;
they were twenty-eight. The trailer itself is dirty. Even its plates attached
high above haven’t escaped the brown layer of filth brought up by its wheels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn glances at the stop line as she pulls up
next to the cab, getting the toes of her boots on the pavement. Mirrors say
nobody is set to plow into her from behind as lemony diesel exhaust makes her
nose wrinkle. Having the highway to herself in the summer smells great. Other
vehicles at the red light not so much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Nice bike,” comes from up and to the right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Inside she cringes. Nobody is supposed to talk
to her today. It’s her day off and she’d planned a quiet drunk; the only
regular companionship she has left outside of work. Interaction on the liquor
store trip makes Jenn’s drinking problem more real than she’s prepared for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The driver should be looking ahead for the green
and thinking about where he’s taking the dirty trailer or if he’ll need the
restroom in Nanaimo or if he can wait for Duncan. Maybe the air conditioning
isn’t working and he misses the wife and kids; bills and the dog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Once her visor is out of the way she turns, drawing
her eyes up the clean black door of the rig and past a pair of painted on gold
wings to find a muscular arm bound in a tightly sleeved black t-shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Nice truck,” Jenn echoes without thinking. It’s
one thing to keep her eyes down and her mouth shut out of shyness. It’s quite
another to be rude and not answer. She hopes the lame reply is enough to end
the conversation and presses her lips together, making her eyes wrinkle and
giving the illusion she’s smiling inside her helmet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">His big ringless left hand closes around on the
metal bar holding the mirror. Absently he strokes it, first away then toward
the body of the truck. Jenn feels her mouth open, tongue just touching the tips
of her front teeth and his bicep flexes, pulling his short sleeve tighter. It
slides again along the chrome before closing completely and holding fast and
her heart seems to stutter as her gaze reaches his smile; warm and genuine even
though she can’t see his eyes through his dark lenses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Yeah?” he answers leaning a little closer.
Curly shoulder length dark hair perfectly frames his jaw and Jenn is aware she’s
leaning in response, getting her right foot flat on the ground as the
motorcycle tilts between her thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">As her pulse gets going again Jenn inhales his
male scent making her skin prickle under her heavy leather jacket like sweat
breaking out only her skin stays dry. It’s just a little painful and feels so,
so good. He smells of straw and sun but underneath there’s something raw and
dangerous; a far greater lure than the quick buzz and blackout she still half
looks forward to. It’s the scent of rebellion and she sets her jaw against the
challenge. More than anything she’s overwhelmed with the urge to crush it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Bet it’s nice inside,” she ventures with a
quick glance at the traffic lights to try and hide the heat flushing her
cheeks. The cars turning left from <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Northwest
Bay Road</st1:address></st1:street> don’t even have an amber yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The trucker looks her over. Not the degrading
leer Nuke used to get away with. This guy seems to size her up more as an adversary
and less like a piece of meat as he pushes the sunglasses onto his forehead.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Why can’t
he be imperfect?</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;"> Jenn wonders. </span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Or less gorgeous? And what in hell are you doing
flirting at a red light? You’re a bank teller, idiot. Nice bank tellers don’t
flirt!</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Eyes so brown she can’t make out the pupils bore
into hers and she stands a little taller, straightening her motorcycle upright
and holding her head high, doing her best to look confident and tough. For a
brief second his expression is a mix of power and fear, mirroring the
adrenaline and shaky nerves dueling inside Jenn then the warm smile returns.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You want to see,” he states and calls out a
couple of street names north of Duncan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“One o’clock.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">A horn honks behind, startling Jenn as she feels
her motorcycle roll backwards. Quickly crushing the handbrake with her right
she continues to roll as his rich laughter fills her ears. It’s the illusion of
reverse caused by his truck pulling ahead for the green. The horn blares again
as the motorcycle stalls and Jenn gets her trembling thumb on the starter. If
he hadn’t stopped her heart already she’s sure the horn would have.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn gets her motorcycle going, revving the
motor too high as she mistimes the clutch and throttle for the shift to
second. She’s going well over a hundred long before she’s out of the sixty
kilometer an hour zone, focusing only on getting some distance between herself
and whatever the hell she’s set up with the handsome stranger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The next few kilometers are a blur and she pulls
into a Nanaimo mall, stationing herself at the far side of the parking lot. The
kickstand is barely down when she drops onto the grass beside her stall and
rips her helmet off venting the laughter that’s turned her knees to rubber.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Two years ago Terry would have pulled up between
her and the truck and given the guy a ‘hey buddy.’ The only men he approved of
came figuratively pre-neutered or he offered to do it for them. It made dating
hard but he’d headed off a lot of trouble. In spite of the predictably nice men
who passed his inspection the one relationship which lasted more than a
couple of months failed miserably.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn watches the highway until the black truck
with the dirty white trailer passes by continuing south then looks at the
nearby coffee shop. She and Terry used to sit at one of the tables out front
for hours at a time. Stuffing her helmet over one of the mirrors, she lets
herself in and buys a coffee before taking a seat at their table. Terry’s seat
is empty so she closes her eyes and imagines him there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Instead of the expected protective brother vibe
she can almost feel his hand on her back, nudging her forward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The coffee smells good so she wraps her hands
around the paper cup and blows softly on the surface.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“I don’t know,” she whispers to him as she puts
the cup down. “He’s not like anyone you’ve ever wanted around me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The breeze cools her skin and she realizes she’s
crying. Maybe it’s simply the movement of tears running down past her cheeks
but she imagines her brother’s fingers under her chin.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Hold your
head high.</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">…kings of
the land and the sky we are; proud gryphons.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Stalker
stands, the epitome of pride. Naked and muscular, his wings widen and his feet
dig in as if he alone holds down the earth and supports the heavens, keeping
the two ever separate.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“But you
aren’t yet a master of the sky. Your body is still that of a human as is
Feather’s. You will get on your hands and knees and ask the earth to shape her
ruby.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">“Only when the stone has been reshaped may you return home. When
Feather forgives your theft she will accept it and in that moment you will both
have the stamina to fly true distances and I will be proud to call you </span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">gryphon.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Talon
remains on the riverbed as Stalker turns and within a few strides is airborne;
great wings take him away from his son. As Talon gets to his feet he suppresses
the urge to call out in spite of his terror which is worse than his sudden
loneliness. He’s beyond lost in the wilderness the humans call <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Ontario</st1:state></st1:place>.</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Prologue</span><span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn’s motorcycle jacket is a little tight. As
the zipper comes down she can breathe again setting off a round of laughter
from Terry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Easy on the zipper, Sis.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">She scowls and swings her boot nearly as hard as
she can, catching Terry’s ankle. His boots are sturdy and no harm’s done but
the message is clear. Comments on her weight are off limits even from her twin
brother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The wind catches his unruly blonde hair, a complete
contrast to his sister’s tame brown braid. The usual joke that whoever mom was
must have had herself a busy night because they can only have different fathers
is understood. He’s big and loud where she’s petite and excruciatingly shy.
Jenn has picked him up in the morning from the police station more times than
she can count and he drops her off at her steady job as a bank teller before
sleeping it off at her Parksville apartment or his. Terry is her best friend,
father figure, confidant and conscience all rolled into one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">He’s also her only living family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Maybe I shoulda bought you a man’s jacket?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">This time it’s an elbow to the ribs. He’s only
wearing a t-shirt and grunts from more than just his sister’s displeasure. It’s
only a few hours since he went to bed after a late one with the guys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“If a man’s jacket is too good for you then it’s
too good for me, Terry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Touché,” he laughs but keeps his arm down in
case she decides to strike again. The jacket is the last birthday present he’ll
ever give her and his suggestion she get one for a man earned him the finger at
the motorcycle shop. Heavy as Jenn is she’ll be damned if she’ll ever dress
like a man just to get a jacket done up. The sleeves would be too long anyway
since the five foot mark on the bank door is at eye level. She’s never been
flashy so it’s plain and black but it’s also clear she’s got all the curves a
woman should have.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn puts her hands on her hips and purses her
lips daring him to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You’re pretty, Shadow,” Nuke interrupts, his
eyes raking down her body. The compliment is only tame because her brother is
listening. Terry’s forbidden him to speak her name so he calls Jenn after her
ride, a 750. The handle stuck so long ago that at least half of today’s group
doesn’t know her real name. Everyone calls him Nuke because there’s a good
chance his engine will do just that before the dozen riders get halfway to
Tofino.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Terry punches Nuke’s body armoured shoulder
harder than necessary knocking him off the cement barrier he sits on. Nuke’s a
big mouth on a small body and he doesn’t land too hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Fuck you,” Nuke spits.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You’re still not my type,” Terry says and
lights a cigarette. “But keep asking. You got nothin’ to lose.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn shrivels at Nuke’s attention, leaning
behind her brother and tugging her jacket closed. Nuke thinks it’s a game,
hitting on her to make her ‘pretend’ she’s not interested but she just feels
dirty. Whether she ignores him or not it only escalates when her brother isn’t
there to shut him down. When she looks up Terry’s fingers are under her chin
and he pulls it toward the sun.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Hold your
head high</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">, his big eyes smile.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Nuke walks away kicking dirt and holding his
tongue. He knows when his bike dies he’ll be riding Jenn’s Shadow since none of
the guys will give him a double and Jenn will spend the rest of the trip
hugging Terry from behind. There’s a crunch as Terry’s boot scrapes his smoke
into the gravel and he takes Jenn’s hand tugging her to their rides and
signaling to the rest that it’s time to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“So where’s mine,” he whispers as she gets her
helmet on, then he reaches to get a hand in her saddle bag. Terry had been
bidding on a baseball a week earlier and he’s still steamed about losing in the
final minutes to someone else. He doesn’t know he’d lost to his own sister who’d
spent her vacation savings to get it for his birthday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“You’ll get it later!” Jenn pushes his hand away
so he gives her a quick hug like that’s what he’d meant to do all along.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Port
Alberni</span></st1:city></st1:place><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"> is nice but it’s thirty-five Celsius
and she’s already sweaty in her jacket. A swim in the ocean after stripping
down to the one-piece suit under her motorcycle gear is about the only
incentive to get back on the hot highway. Unlike her reckless t-shirt and
shorts wearing brother Jenn prefers to keep her skin on if she takes a spill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Terry pulls out first, Jenn close behind taking
some satisfaction in cutting off Nuke. The roar of engines behind them is
nearly deafening as they stick together best they can through the traffic and
lights and make their way out of the city.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Everything is drier this side of <st1:place w:st="on">Vancouver Island</st1:place>. The cool rainforest they passed through
before <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Port Alberni</st1:city></st1:place>
is gone and the road gets twisty. Terry pushes the group faster, speeding up
and leaning over as far as they dare in the turns. Another group of riders
comes the other way and he gets a hand out to wave then turns to Jenn, grinning
from under his beanie. He loves this: speed, heat. Showing off. It’s a good
day. There’s a place by the river they’ll go when they get back to Parksville:
drinking, camping, and the sounds of sex from the other tents.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Jenn winces at a small explosion and checks her
mirrors. Nuke isn’t losing any speed but there’s a vicious dark grey cloud for
the riders behind. Someone’s bitch seat girl mouths him off, her voice lost in
the wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Looking forward again Jenn sets up for the next
turn, moving to the center of the lane so she’s clear of anyone coming wide the
other way and gravel near the shoulder but there’s a pickup skidding out of
control into their lane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Terry doesn’t stand a chance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">His brakes don’t light up though his bike
wobbles as some part of him starts to react. Jenn has a little more time and
manages to lose some speed, her heart sticking in her throat as her brother
makes a Terry sized dent in the truck’s front fender. Spinning like crazy, his
arms and legs beat the roof and Jenn catches the rear of his bike. He’s already
out of reach when she tries to grab him and as she tumbles he lands behind the
truck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">It stops half in the ditch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">There’s no pain so Jenn thinks she’s unhurt and
when she looks for Terry she sees Nuke. He doesn’t even look at her brother and
instead comes to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Jenn, Jenn,” he cries. “Shit, Jenn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond;">“Terry,” Jenn moans. </span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Why don’t you help my brother, asshole?</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">Nobody is helping Terry. There’s a lump under
her shoulder so she reaches to pull it free but it’s a boot and it won’t move.
Nuke takes her hand and holds it still as he looks back at the wreck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The driver gets out, unhurt. His passenger won’t
stop screaming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Don’t look, Jenn,” Nuke says but Jenn has to.
Through the deeply scarred visor she sees the big logo on the back of Terry’s
shirt. The small one in front is out of sight. He faces her, his jaw slack and
eyes half open. It doesn’t make sense that he could have put it on backwards
without her noticing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The air ripples above him, taking shape. Half
again taller than a man and gracefully tapered at the top. The mirage folds in
the middle before straightening again and collapsing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">“Thank you,” Jenn sighs to the shirtless man
approaching her brother. The hot breeze moves his long black hair as he touches
Terry’s shoulder but only for a moment before he stands. The air at his sides
changes, warping the trees behind a mirage, spreading out like wings slowly
folding and unfolding. The angel’s wings darken and cast a heavy shadow over
Jenn’s brother then they disappear and the man walks away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">The police arrive before the ambulance and Nuke
leaves Jenn’s side only long enough to throw up beside the truck. The beautiful
angel is gone. Knowing he came for Terry is small comfort as she watches the
police cover her brother with a yellow sheet and weigh it down with parts from
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;">...I'm featuring several chapters from <i>Wingspan, Taken on the Wing #1</i> over the next few weeks as I lead up to it's release this spring!</span></div>
West Coast Book Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580365909919015416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196374450760648614.post-5839579069406824262013-02-10T14:46:00.001-08:002013-02-23T11:43:44.739-08:00New stuff and upcoming teaser for Wingspan!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<u><i>Deadly Expectations</i> has a new cover and a new blurb!</u></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As a teen Anna Creed discovers she can time travel; a trick she uses to ‘jump’ from one place to another with no apparent passage of time. All she needs are two wheels, speed and nerves of steel. Now eight years later she’s alone and pregnant when her secret power takes control to save her life. Injured and confused Anna finds herself in the arms of Paul Richards, her summer lover and the father of her child.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But Paul has secrets of his own. He’s the head of an old conflict weary family and has been Anna’s past life lover time and time again, something only he remembers.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Things come apart for Anna when she starts ‘jumping’ in her sleep. Both Anna and her sister are in mortal danger from Paul’s uncle Damian and a ghost from her past life is driving her to murder. As Anna and Paul’s fledgling relationship unravels she takes the final and unforgivable step of attacking him and leaving him behind.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">From Northern California to the rainforests of British Columbia Anna gets closer to the truth about Paul’s family and the realization that saving Paul and her unborn child may ultimately cost her life.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've always wanted to include a motorcycle on the cover since it's a big part of the way Anna gets around!</span></div>
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<u><i>Wingspan, Taken on the Wing #1</i></u></div>
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With <i>Wingspan's</i> release this spring I will be blogging the first few sample chapters.</div>
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** contains a French-Canadian cabbie, vicious flying battles high above the Rocky Mountains, conspicuous wearing of gold, biting and a long tail.</div>
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<i>Jenn Klein was raised in the human world unaware of her gryphon heritage or the legacy before her. Devastated by the death of her twin brother, she makes the uncharacteristic decision to find emotional connection with a stranger, a man she knows only as Talon in the cave-like sleeper cab of his rig. But no sooner is she introduced to the gryphon world they’re meant to share than she’s violently taken and forced to fight, delicately balancing the human world she knows with the world of the gryphons.</i></div>
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<i>Born and reared a proud warrior, Talon’s life takes the turn of most male gryphons; that of a rogue, existing in both the human world and on the fringes of his adopted Rocky Mountain eyrie. After proving himself to the beautiful but emotionally damaged rogue female in his truck they part ways. He’s haunted by her presence in his heart until they’re reunited in his eyrie. When she’s torn from his arms he’ll stop at nothing to have the woman he now calls Shadow returned to his side. </i></div>
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<i>Wingspan</i> is a shifter fantasy-romance featuring gryphons.</div>
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