Veronica answers “What’s On your….”

I LOVE quizzes in magazines and haven’t done one in ages, so today, here’s the “What’s on your…” loosely adapted from Marie Claire magazine, which I also love…

What’s on your…

Mind: The Dentist. Battling demons in the Egyptian Afterlife. What is the cat chewing on now…kinda stream of consciousness today.

Last credit card statement: lots and LOTS of Amazon kindle downloads, an ergonomic seat cushion for my writing desk chair and Science diet cat food, plus cat toys. Yup, a lady with her books and her cats….My Netflix subscription, my SOFREP membership…

QUARTETNetflix Queue: Just sent “The Quartet” back, which was an excellent movie…Maggie Smith, Kevin Kline, Billy Connelly…

Walls of my Favorite Room in my House: framed copies of my book covers, along with some beautiful nature prints, an autographed photo of Karl Urban as Eomer and an autographed photo of four WWII Flying Tiger aces…

Fantasy Itinerary: Pern…then Rohan….oh, you mean real world??? Ireland and Australia…

Feet:  Sugar Plum by Orly Nail Lacquer. Leopard print slippers sometimes…

Nightstand: Lamp, Bible my best friend gave me in 7th grade, cell phone, distance glasses, Nalini Singh Archangel Series paperbacks (4), my kindle, alarm clock, the cat when I haven’t made him move. Again.

Go-To Menu: New Moon shrimp and candied walnuts….or maybe shrimp and lobster sauce…..but there must be egg rolls.

TV in the AM: KNBC News. I have to know the weather report for the day and even though I no longer have a long commute from home to work, I like to see what traffic messes I’m missing up in the Newhall pass since I moved closer to the Day Job…..

???????????????????????????????Refrigerator Door: How much time do you have??? Magnets galore and I got rid of a bunch when I moved! My newest one is a Roman Centurion that a friend brought me from his trip to Rome. (He was a bit confused – I wanted a *real* Roman centurion LOL. But he did what he could…) Pictures drawn by my grandson at various ages and stages. A Susan Branch calendar.  Six LOTR magnets. Three blue and white Delft magnets…a Flying Tiger ??????????????????????????????? P-40 Warhawk airplane magnet…four Hallmark magnets older than my kids….a wooden dragon….on top of the refrigerator I have a HUGE Fitz & Floyd swan soup tureen on display, that is earthquake puttied down, mostly so the cat won’t push it on the floor for fun. (Jake is the cat in question, in case you’re wondering. Keanu is less intrepid. Or sneakier.)

Kitchen Counter: Ummm, picking only one (because I have three small ones and a shelf): stack of magazines to read, ongoing grocery list, ???????????????????????????????telephone, Cleocatra Salt & Pepper set, glass miniature animals, the Cat when I haven’t made him move….

TV while I eat early dinner: Either Say Yes To The Dress or CNN……

iPOD: just a wild mix of golden oldies, country, show tunes, bagpipes, Christmas music, Lady GaGa, Beyonce….there is  NO rhyme or reason, ok? The last song I heard on my drive to the dentist today was “Five O’Clock World,” by the Vogues, which is kinda timeless.

Perennial To Do List: Write more words on the current work in progress!

So What’s On Your Perennial To Do List?

And here are the Vogues (I feel sorry for the backup dancers):

Guest Author Jody Wallace Excerpt from THE WHOLE TRUTH

I’m so pleased to have my friend Jody Wallace here today with an excerpt from her new book THE WHOLE TRUTH.

Whole Truth - 600THE WHOLE TRUTH

(Book One of the Supercharged Files)
by Jody Wallace
Release Date: Early November 2013
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Length: Long Novel (100K+)
Rating: PG-13 (cussing, violence and sexxoring)
From: Meankitty Publishing
Cover: James at http://www.goonwrite.com/

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A human lie detector is hired to unmask a mole but discovers her powers can’t protect her when even the bad guys are superpowered.

Cleopatra Giancarlo is different from your average twenty something career girl. For one thing, she knows when people lie because she can see the truth in their shadows. For another, she doesn’t use her power for good. Or evil. After repeated failures to help others, she mostly just uses it to get deals at Bloomingdale’s. She fears what the government would do if they discovered her ability, yet she longs to find out if there are people like her out there. If there’s anything more she could be.

She gets her wish when two strangers whisk her away from her old life and introduce her to the world of suprasensors. John Arlin and Samantha Grooms represent an organization called YuriCorp, one of many privately-owned firms that employ supras like Cleo to increase their profit margin. Any of these firms would be thrilled to have Cleo on staff, and their methods of recruitment aren’t always friendly.

But even in the world of supras, Cleo doesn’t get to be normal. Her new boss wants her to go undercover and seek traitors in the company ranks. Her new friends know what she can do and how to work around it. And her new assignment might end up with her in a coma–or worse.

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And the excerpt:

Chapter 1
I see shadows. But not dead people.

When they found me, they weren’t ninjas, just garden-variety men in black. Excuse me, people in black. The frustrating part wasn’t that they invaded my home but that I should have been expecting it. After all, I’m the only person I’ve ever met who can do what I can do. Besides write advertising copy. Anybody can do that as long as they have a penchant for buzz words and hyperbole.

No, as far as I know, I’m the only freak like me in existence. I should have been ready for this to happen. I should have had a bag packed, with stylish travel wear and airline-friendly cosmetics.

But I didn’t. They caught me completely unaware. I’m stupid that way, even if I can discover any truth by asking the right questions.

I got home from another late night, after a normal week at work, if there is such a thing. I unlocked the door, cursed it when it stuck, and had almost kicked it shut when I noticed them.

A man and woman I’d never seen before were in my living room watching my newest indulgent purchase. Wait, technically that would be my new Kate Spade purse. While it’s sparkly, it doesn’t do any tricks worth staring at. They were watching my widescreen TV.

The man rose when he noticed me, as if he always stood when a female entered the room. He inhaled audibly but made no sudden moves.

Had I surprised their….illicit TV viewing?

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” I asked from the safety of the foyer. I would have taken off without asking questions, but they didn’t seem aggressive. I mean, they’d been absorbed in Andy Griffith.

The man’s lips parted slightly. Then he gave a sharp nod.

“Cleopatra Giancarlo?” he asked, smoothing the lapel of his expensive suit.

“Maybe.” I propped the door open with my toe, tensed to run. “Maybe not.”

“I see you were working late again, Miss Giancarlo,” he said.

“Working late isn’t a crime.” Unless you were a mobster or something. When the man didn’t respond, I continued.

“Who are you people?” Let them try to claim they were friends. Let them try to lie to me. I didn’t step away from the door.

The man glanced at the woman. She shrugged.

“My name is John Arlin. This is my partner, Samantha Graves. We’re happy to meet you, Miss Giancarlo.”

Their actual names, and they were honestly happy to meet me.

Samantha reclined against the arm of my sofa with my cat—my cat!—in her lap. I hoped Boris got hairballs all over her spiffy tweed.

She smiled at me. Her teeth were unnaturally white. “Shut the door,” she said. “You’re letting in mosquitoes.”

I backed onto the porch, only to notice a gigantic man in a dark suit step out of a vehicle at the curb. He was nearly twice as tall as the car. He waved.

Safer inside or outside?

Outside lurked their giant. Inside I could see their masks if they lied. I went in, closed the door, and held my keychain at the ready. I’d read somewhere you could stab people in the eyeball with your key to incapacitate them. Provided you had the guts to do so.

“Please don’t feel threatened. We just want to talk.” John adjusted a sleeve and glanced at his watch. His dark jacket parted to reveal a crisp white dress shirt and…

Did I see a holster?

“You’re in my house without my permission. I feel threatened.” I inched into the room, toward the phone, my cell having disappeared in the depths of my work satchel three days ago. I knew it was there because I could call myself. I just couldn’t find the damn thing.

“I apologize for that. Time has become critical, and it was expedient to meet you in private, instead of making an appointment.”

Was it true? I squinted, trying to detect the shadow that formed around the faces of any liars in my line of vision. No darkening. He was being honest.

It occurred to me that John and Samantha could be the people who wanted to buy the house from my landlord. The old coot threatened to sell the place out from under me every time I complained about the parking lot, if you could call a ten foot wide section of rubble a parking lot.

John continued. “Dinner’s in the fridge. Pastrami and jack on sourdough.”

Good guess…but the sandwich put him out of the running for home buyer. “You didn’t break into my house to talk sandwiches. Why are you here?”

“We have some information for you about an opportunity,” he said. “Will you hear us out?” He had yet to display a mask, the shadow veneer that appeared in front of a liar’s face, which did ease my nerves. That didn’t mean I was going to let my guard down.

“Cut the solicitous crap. What do you want? My television?” I doubted it, because their car outside wasn’t big enough to transport it, but bravado seemed smarter than fear. “Take it, I have renter’s insurance.”

He stepped closer, and I became aware of the fact he was tall, not to mention built. I was short. Could I key-poke his eye or not? More like his throat. Wasn’t the spot between your collarbones vulnerable? I patted my non-key-holding hand against my breastbone to check, my heavy work satchel thumping my hip.

John picked up my cordless telephone from the bookcase next to the couch and extended it to me. “The minute we make you nervous, dial the police.”

“I’m nervous right now.” I pressed various areas on my throat to test which was most stickable. Nervous people did that, protected their throats, or their boobs. I guess they were protecting their hearts, not their boobs.

“Sorry.” He tilted his head down. “Would you prefer to eat first? You must be hungry. We got the sandwich from Mazio’s.”

How could they know my favorite eatery was a dive three blocks down on the east end?

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jodywJody Wallace grew up in the South in a very rural area. She went to school a long time and ended up with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. Her resume includes college English instructor, technical documents editor, market analyst, web designer, and general all around pain in the butt. One of her many alter egos is “The Grammar Wench”, which should give you an indication of her character. She is a terrible packrat and likes to amass vintage clothing, books, Asian-inspired kitchenware, gnomes, and other items that threaten to force her family out of the house. She also likes cats. A lot. (VS sez: That’s a good thing since she is the owner of the legendary Meankitty!!!)

Ms. Wallace’s approach to writing is to tell as many outlandish lies as she can get her readers to swallow. Her dream is to be moderately well-paid for this service. You can also find several of her books under the pen name Ellie Marvel.

Weekend Writing Warriors And the Fire Burns DANCER OF THE NILE

better wewriwaContinuing on with DANCER OF THE NILE for a few more weeks…last week we had a moment of humor as Nima the Dancer and Kamin gthe Warrior were escaping their captors. This snippet today is from further on in the book, after “some events” (no spoilers!). They’re holed up in a cave, waiting for nightfall before they travel onward. Nima is dreaming about the night she was captured:

               Cherry-colored flames with yellow and violet cores crackling everywhere, above and below. The blackened roof timbers groaned, glowing from the inside out. How much longer would they hold? Small pieces were falling away each moment, burning embers igniting new blazes wherever they fell. Wind generated by the fire itself blew sparks in a mad whirl.

Her skin hot, dry as the desert to the point of pain. I’m baking alive.

                The screams from every direction had stopped or were muffled by the roaring flames….she couldn’t stay where she was, but if she broke cover and ran, the attackers would see her. 

(A small historical note here – the Egyptians are generally agreed not to have eaten cherries until Roman times. I decided since Nima danced on a circuit in all the border towns, she might have seen them 1200 years before Rome got there…or not LOL. I do take a few deliberate liberties with my Ancient Egyptian time frame.)

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The story:

Egypt, 1500 BCE

Nima’s beauty and skill as a dancer leads an infatuated enemy to kidnap her after destroying an Egyptian border town. However, she’s not the only hostage in the enemy camp: Kamin, an Egyptian soldier on a secret mission for Pharaoh, has been taken as well. Working together to escape, the two of them embark on a desperate quest across the desert to carry word of the enemy’s invasion plans to Pharaoh’s people.

As they flee for their lives, these two strangers thrown together by misfortune have to trust in each other to survive.  Nima suspects Kamin is more than the simple soldier he seems, but she finds it hard to resist the effect he has on her heart.  Kamin has a duty to his Pharaoh to see his mission completed, but this clever and courageous dancer is claiming more of his loyalty and love by the moment. Kamin starts to worry, if it comes to a choice between saving Egypt or saving Nima’s life…what will he do?

Aided by the Egyptian god Horus and the Snake Goddess Renenutet, beset by the enemy’s black magic, can Nima and Kamin evade the enemy and reach the safety of the Nile in time to foil the planned attack?

Can there ever be a happy future together for the humble dancer and the brave Egyptian soldier who is so much more than he seems?

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Guest Author Interview Shawna Reppert RAVENSBLOOD

shawna rVS sez: Today it’s my pleasure to have fellow Here Be Magic Author Shawna Reppert as my guest! Her latest book RAVENSBLOOD  was just released…Welcome, Shawna!

Which five people would you invite to dinner and why?

1)      Sherlock Holmes ,as portrayed by Jeremy Brett.I am fascinated by the character’s intellect and his disregard of social convention with a contrasting overlay of Victorian gentlemanliness.  If nothing else, it could never be a dull evening with Holmes at the table

2)      The novelist Jane Austen.  I think she’d make a great conversationalist. I love the sense of humor that comes through her writing— intelligent and subtle, slightly snarky but never cruel. I’d love to watch her interact with Holmes.  I’m sure that, like Irene Adler in the original canon, she would force him to rethink his assumptions about women.

3)      The Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who.  I have to throw one of the Doctors in there, because who would have better travel stories?  I picked Ten for his quirkiness and manic energy. And ,yes, it doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes.  I’d love to have some of the other Doctors as well, especially the fourth Doctor, the one with the hat and the long scarf (he was my first Doctor and, to my mind, the most iconic),.  But crossing personal timelines is always dangerous.  Besides, if I invited multiple Doctors, they’d probably just argue among themselves all evening.

4)      The novelist Laurie R King.  She’s brilliant and well-educated, and anyone who writes the way she does has got to be interesting to talk to.

5)      The actor Richard Armitage.  He happens to be my silly celebrity crush (Don’t we all have one if we’re being honest?).  Not only is he handsome and possessed of a voice I could listen to all night, but in interviews he seems intelligent and well-read.  His approach to developing characters as an actor is similar to my approach to developing characters as a writer, and I think it would be intriguing to compare and contrast our respective arts.

What’s your favorite vacation? Do you mean my Someday dream vacation, or my favorite have-actually-been-able-to-afford-to-go vacation?

I really want to travel Ireland, Scotland and England.  I feel deeply drawn to Bru na Boinne (AKA Newgrange, a beautiful and mystical Neolithic site that predates the Egyptian pyramids).  Every time I think it’s absolutely impractical to think of ever going there, some odd little coincidence happens to push me toward going.

While in that area, of course I would have to check out the live music scene in Dublin, as I’m crazy about Irish music.  If I’m especially lucky, I might stumble into an opportunity to do a bit of dancing. I love Irish social dance.

There are some castles in Scotland I want to tour, both to research a novel I have on the back burner and because I like castles and history.

Then of course in England there’s Stonehenge and Glastonbury, plus I’d want to make a pilgrimage to the Sherlock Holmes pub in London.

But that’s all a bit out of reach right now.

My favorite vacation that I’ve done semi-regularly in the past is catching some of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, Oregon.  It’s so inspiring to see practically and entire town so devoted to a playwright who lived hundreds of years ago.  Even the wait staff at the late-night diners will offer informed opinions about the season’s plays and actors.

The productions themselves are incredible.  They do Shakespeare, of course, and some modern plays as well.

Lithia Park is right behind the theaters, so between plays you can walk under these huge, ancient trees or sit and listen to the music of the stream and feel like Tatiana or Puck could step out behind you at any moment.

I’ve never been in Ashland without having at least one fascinating and unexpected conversation with a random stranger.  It truly is a magical place.

What’s surprised you most about being a published author? The sense of responsibility I feel to my readers.  When I realized that there are people waiting for my next work, suddenly I felt a tremendous pressure to produce, and to produce the best thing I could.  It’s done wonders for my work ethic.

Do you do a lot of research for your books? I think that every writer’s motto should be ‘we research because we care.’  The amount of research required, depends on the book.

For Ravensblood, I got off light, since it’s mostly set in an alternate-universe version of Portland, Oregon, where I used to live, and which is not too far from where I live now.  I really didn’t have to research the locale, beyond a little fact-checking to make sure things were as I remembered them to be.  But even then, I couldn’t escape research entirely.

For example, at one point in the story, Raven nearly bleeds to death.  I had to look into the after-effects of such an experience from a medical standpoint.  It was important to get it right, so that the trauma felt real to the reader.  It can’t be like one of the old dice-driven role-playing games, where the character makes his saving throw and is back up and fighting like nothing happened.

In the same novel, I have a scene where I needed to know how long a character could remain conscious with a knife in his heart.  I am lucky to have a friend who was an ER nurse with some background as a first responder.  I took her estimate and then actually timed the dialogue to make sure it could take place in that window of time.  The secret is leaving the knife in— when the knife is pulled, the wounded person dies pretty quick.

Little things count.  I checked with jewelers on the time it would take to counterfeit an antique crown and looked at airline timetables to see how long it would take the counterfeiter to get the counterfeit from Australia to the Pacific Northwest.

stolen luckMy previous novel, The Stolen Luck, required a bit more research, since my protagonist is a vintner and I started out knowing very little about wines and winemaking.  Fortunately, I live in the heart of Oregon’s wine country, a perfect place to do the necessary research.  I signed up for Wineology 101, a long weekend of wine tastings, winery tours and classes.  Not only did I come away with the practical information I needed, I also got a sense of the passion winemakers have for their art and their vineyards, a passion which aided me in developing the character of Lord James Dupree.

I also came home with about half a case of assorted wines from different vineyards.  Just because research is painstaking doesn’t mean it has to be painful.

My biggest research challenge came with my steampunk/Victorian detective novel (recently completed and currently making the marketing rounds).  I put a lot of research time into that one, not only reading about Victorian London, its crime and its police force, but also pouring over original source material written in that era in order to get a real feel for the language and the attitudes of the time.

In the same novel, my werewolf clandestinely acts as a tracker dog for my Scotland Yard detective.  I needed to learn something about scent tracking works.  Along the way, I made friends with some nice people who train tracking dogs.

There are definitely perks to this research thing.

Have you ever used an incident from real life in one of your books? Lifting incidents whole-cloth from real life can cause problems that range from flabby writing (‘but that’s how it really happened’ is not an excuse!) to writing-as-therapy (may be helpful to you, but will bore the reader to tears) to, in extreme cases, lawsuits.

Picking up details from real life incidents and painting them onto the new canvas of your story is another thing entirely.  For example, I wouldn’t bore my readers with a chapter of slogging through half-frozen mud to feed horses pastured on Chehalem Mountain.  However, in The Stolen Luck, when I needed to make my characters really miserable on their journey I used the memory of wind blowing  slushy rain into my face, my clothing already soaked through and the horrible knowledge that it’s only going to get colder when the sun goes down.

Quickfire Questions:

Music on repeat:  The exact CD varies, but it’s almost always something Celtic, usually an indie release and often by one of my friends.

Favorite move: Thunderheart.  Not only for the subject matter— indigenous rights with a side of environmentalism.  Not only because of its deftly handled hints of the spiritual and the supernatural blending with the world-as-we-think-it-is.  Thunderheart is a writer’s movie: beautifully intertwined character and story arcs, masterful use of technique.  If you haven’t seen it yet, go watch it.

Favorite flower: Red heirloom roses, the old-fashioned kind with scent.

???????????????????????????????Tea or coffee?:  In general,  tea.  Unless I really need the extra caffeine from the coffee.  Or there’s doughnuts.  Doughnuts require coffee.  Also, if the choice is between mediocre coffee and mediocre tea, I’ll take mediocre coffee because it’s less of an affront.

What’s next for you? I have two finished novels currently making the marketing rounds, trying to find a home with traditional publishers.  One is a medieval fantasy set in a world similar to England about three generations past the Norman Conquest. (Two enemies discover that they share a father.  Can they join together as brothers to save the land from tyranny?).

The other is that steampunk/Victorian detective novel I’ve been talking about, intended as the first in a series of stand-alones. (Think Sherlock Holmes if Holmes was a reluctantly-involved werewolf, Watson was a woman alchemist with attitude and Lestrade wasn’t an idiot.)

The sequel to Ravensblood is outlined, and I will be starting on the writing soon.  I’m hoping to have it out in a year or so.

Because there’s been so many people asking for another book along the lines of The Stolen Luck, I’m also working on a high fantasy with a male/male romance woven into the plotline.

For those clamoring for an actual sequel to The Stolen Luck, and especially for more of Ashe, I can only say I have some ideas.  Be patient, I’ll get there.

What one question do you want to ask your Readers? I always want to know from my readers what affects them emotionally.  Where did I have them laughing?  Where did they cry?  Where did they give a sigh of satisfaction?

And if you want to see more of a particular character or place, by all means let me know!  I can’t make any promises, but after several people asking to see a relatively minor character in a sequel, sometimes plot bunnies start hopping.

ravensblood cover 2Here’s the story for RAVENSBLOOD:

In a life of impossible choices when sometimes death magic is the lesser of the evils, can a dark mage save the world and his own soul?

Corwyn Ravenscroft.  Raven.  The last heir of an ancient family of dark mages, he holds the secret to recreating the Ravensblood, a legendary magical artifact of immense power.

Cassandra Greensdowne is a Guardian.  Magical law enforcement for the elected council— and Raven’s former apprentice and lover.  She is trying to live down her past.  And then her past comes to the door, asking for her help.

As a youth, Raven wanted to be a Guardian but was rejected because of his ancestry. In his pride and his anger, he had turned to William, the darkest and most powerful mage of their time. William wants a return to the old ways, where the most powerful mage was ruler absolute. But William would not be a True King from the fairy tales. He would reign in blood and terror and darkest magic.

Raven discovers that he does have a conscience. It’s rather inconvenient.

He becomes a spy for the council that William wants to overthrow, with Cassandra as his contact.

Cass and Raven have a plan to trap William outside his warded sanctuary. But William is one step ahead of the game, with Raven’s life, his soul, and the Ravensblood all in danger.

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A Dangerous Game SFR Brigade Presents WRECK OF THE NEBULA DREAM

THE SFRB PresentsI’ll keep going a bit more with excerpts from WRECK OF THE NEBULA DREAM but then we start to get into spoiler territory, so not too many more weeks on this one….I’ve skipped ahead a bit. Nick, Khevan and Mara have managed to shift enough wreckage in the family’s cabin out of the way to allow him to climb through and reach the trapped children. Now he’s trying to convince the kids to trust him, before the bulkheads give way. Paolo is eight and his sister is three.

“Okay, Paolo, you seem like a pretty level-headed trooper,” Nick said, squatting to be at eye level with the boy. “We need to get out of here as fast as possible. You see the outer wall there?”

Paolo nodded. “It’s going to break, isn’t it?”

Nick tried to be reassuring. “We’ll be long gone first. Now, can you help me get your sister –”

“Her name’s Gianna.” The boy pushed his sister closer to Nick.

“Help me get Gianna to crawl out through all the mess to my friends? We’ve made a tunnel for you. She’ll have to leave her toy, though.”

The girl hugged the bear tightly and shook her head, trying to retreat from her brother and Nick. “Won’t,” she informed Nick, taking her thumb out of her mouth briefly.

“Sweetheart, we have to go. It’s going to get pretty windy and cold in here soon.” Don’t scare her, if she retreats deeper into the wreckage, might not be able to retrieve her. With an effort, Nick kept his voice level and calm.

“Carry me.” She raised her arms to him, the bear dangling in one grubby hand.

“Sorry, I can’t, there isn’t room,” he said with a small laugh, reaching out to tousle her hair. “We have to crawl. It’s like a game but really important. Tell her, Paolo.”

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Here’s the story:

Traveling unexpectedly aboard the luxury liner Nebula Dream on its maiden voyage across the galaxy, Sectors Special Forces Captain Nick Wreck-of-the-Nebula-DreamFinalMedJameson is ready for ten relaxing days, and hoping to forget his last disastrous mission behind enemy lines. He figures he’ll gamble at the casino, take in the shows, maybe even have a shipboard fling with Mara Lyrae, the beautiful but reserved businesswoman he meets.  All his vaporize when the ship suffers a wreck of Titanic proportions. Captain and crew abandon ship, leaving the 8000 passengers stranded without enough lifeboats and drifting unarmed in enemy territory. Aided by Mara, Nick must find a way off the doomed ship for himself and several other innocent people before deadly enemy forces reach them or the ship’s malfunctioning engines finish ticking down to self destruction.

But can Nick conquer the demons from his past that tell him he’ll fail these innocent people just as he failed to save his Special Forces team? Will he outpace his own doubts to win this vital race against time?

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