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I’m now excerpting my newly released scifi romance The Fated Stars. Story below the excerpt, as per the rules. Punctuation edited a bit for this format. I skipped a little ahead from last week’s snippet, where Larissa’s space mercenary friends were urging her to go with them to the local carnival.
The excerpt:
The attractions were as lackluster as she’d predicted, until they reached the back of the lot.
“Ooh, a fortune teller,” Pamila wobbled in her space boots, leaning on Devlin. It was obvious to Larissa those two would be sharing a bunk in his ship before the red sun rose, “I want my future read.”
Half-baked superstitions rising in her somewhat fuddled mind, Larissa shook her head again. “Bad idea for a mercenary. I can tell you right now, our future’s uncertain as the path of a rogue comet. See, I just saved you a credit – thank me later.” She spun on her heel to walk away as fast as she could. But she was overruled, and they each paid the minimal fee then stumbled into the darkened tent. Larissa paused on the threshold, stunned by the urge to flee.
Her attention was riveted on the fortune teller himself.
The story:
Larissa Channer, a tough no-nonsense mercenary in the Sectors, is celebrating success on her last job and a big bonus, with no slightest thought of taking on another assignment anytime soon. Out for a night of carousing with her friends at a third rate carnival on a backwater planet, she walks into the tent of a fake fortune teller and finds herself confronting the most intriguing man she’s ever seen. But something’s wrong, ominous currents lie beneath the surface of their encounter and Larissa can’t leave well enough alone.
Samell, a powerful, high born empathic priest, has been kidnapped from his own primitive planet along with a number of his people, and sold to the shady operator of an interstellar carnival. Kept enslaved, pretending to be a fortune teller while forced by his captor to steal information from the minds of all who come before him, Samell despairs of every breaking free.
Until Larissa walks into his tent and he recognizes the warrior who might mean the difference between life and death.
The situation becomes dire when Larissa and Samell come to the attention of the Shemdylann pirates who kidnapped him in the first place and the deadly Mawreg, aliens who threaten the Sectors. Can she save herself and the empathic alien noble, and derail the Mawreg plot against the Sectors? And will the soldier end up with her prince when all’s said and done?
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I love this snippet for so many reasons! The insight into Larissa’s mind, the details revealed, and the cliffhanger at the end. Well done!
You know, something tells me Larissa has some sort of history with fortune tellers.
I think she’s right. You don’t want your fortune told when the future is so uncertain. And for a mercenary, all roads lead to one end, so best not tempt fate. Can’t wait to read more about her reaction to the fortune teller!
This just got even more intriguing. Great snippet
Oh! I love fortune teller scenes. Interesting snippet, Veronica.
Ah, a fortune teller. How exciting or not. Let’s see what happens next, my dear friend. Big Hugs!
Trust those gut feelings, girl! What she’s going to learn isn’t going to make things easy for her.
Oh, now I’m curious too! What is he going to tell her?
I honestly love the role reversals here: Female mercenaries and male fortune tellers. Great idea!
Uh-oh! What is it she’s afraid to hear?
I’m reading this book right now. Great fun!
I loved this excerpt, what a tantalizing snippet!
Aieeee! You can’t leave it there, Veronica! lol Great snippet.
Intriguing excerpt. I want to know more about this fortune teller.
She should trust her first impulse and get out of there. I imagine being a mercenary she’s has finely tuned senses.
Hmm… does she know the fortune teller?
Oh, I was expecting her to wind up there, but not the dread.