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Showing posts with label excerpt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label excerpt. Show all posts

Sunday, February 10, 2013

DEADLY STAR excerpt.2

cj sez:  I'm in the middle of a deep learning curve on how to market DEADLY STAR. The publisher, Crimson Romance, is doing a lot already, but I need to hold up my end. So far, it's taken me two days to create a bookmark, and I'm waiting to hear from the printer if I got the format right this time. Sigh. After the panel discussion at Carolyn Haines' Daddy's Girls conference, there'll be a book signing, and since eBooks are notoriously difficult to sign (ha!), I think the bookmark will work nicely.

When I'm sure the bookmark is done correctly, I'll create a two-sided business card (whoopie). Next comes the press release, and maybe an ad in some publication because press releases don't always get published in time, or even published at all if the writer is new to the scene. I have a presence on Facebook and Goodreads, and I'm sending out notes to writing groups, family, friends, etc., etc. I'm sure there's more I'll be finding out.

Exciting stuff—I love learning new things, even if it is soooo time-consuming. It also takes me way out of my comfort zone, but I'll try to keep on keeping on. You try to do the same.

Now, here's another excerpt from the book (Protagonist Mirabel Campbell is talking with Sheriff Evan Thompson who says...)


      “If a company is racing to develop a new product before someone else does, they can get pretty cutthroat. Even hire industrial spies. You might be on to something.”
      She shook her head. “The genome project was set up as a multinational venture just for that reason. To make the research findings available to everyone. The idea was to level the playing field, and then there’d be no reason for profit-incentive spies.”
      “Wouldn’t keep someone from trying to get a step ahead, would it? There’s money in being the first to reach the markets and where there’s money, there’s incentive.”
      Scientists are too focused on their work, she thought. Too anal. But in her heart she knew there were some who might do anything to get ahead. Not for the money but for the prestige of being first. “I’d already sent my written report to the convention center. That was the reason for this quick weekend trip. Give my presentation, stop by an astronomers’ conference, then get in some R&R.”
      “Okay, why are you so sure that Dan didn’t have his fingers into something?”
      “If he’d been doing drug flights or smuggling or doing whatever pays beaucoup bucks, why would he still owe a ton of money to people?”
      “You just made my case. Drug flights pay big bucks. Maybe he needed cash to pay off the plane. That’d be a pretty good excuse for slipping over to the dark side. Or maybe his old pickup and loan were part of a cover story so no one would think he was into that stuff.”
      “You can’t believe that. Dan is as straight as they come.”
      His heavy shoulders lifted slightly then sagged again. “All right, then. Back to you. You domestic CIA by any chance?”
      “Are you serious? My idea of a grand adventure is trading my microscope for a telescope every once in a while so I can poke around the night skies with Ray. Until all this happened, my biggest excitement was a few days ago when I thought I spotted a new comet. I saw a bright spot and then I didn’t. Probably a blip in my contacts, but I was going to compare notes with other armchair astronomers in Vegas. So much for that idea.”

Thursday, January 10, 2013

DEADLY STAR excerpt

Okay, the storm passed, and everything is still working. (sigh)  Here's the DEADLY STAR excerpt I promised . . .



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“Hey,” Dan said. “You over there with that Mona Lisa smile. What’re you thinking?”
   “Just wondering if I should alert the local constabulary that you and Sully will be together and on the loose Saturday. Do me a favor. Don’t call me for bail money.”
   “Used to be you were right in the thick of things.” He sent a concerned look her way.
   She shook her head and looked away. I guess I do I miss people. Not that Mendocito even has a social scene, but after I left that Irish whirligig, I did let my social life spin down to zip, nada.
   “You can’t hide away all of your life, you know. One day, you’ll take a look around, and whoosh! Everybody will be gone...passed you by.”
   “If you’re referring to Sully, he didn’t pass me by. I divorced him.”
   “Yes, and then you buried yourself in your work.”
   “Don’t you start—”
  An explosion and a burst of dark smoke shocked Mirabel into open-mouthed silence. She watched the propeller spin to a halt. “What happened? What just happened?” she yelled.
   “Sounded like the engine blew,” Dan answered calmly. He knocked his fingertip against the circles of glass on the instrument panel. The needles clung to zero on the dead gauges. He pushed and pulled on the knobs as he worked to restart the engine.
  Mirabel pointed a trembling finger toward the immobile prop blades. “You…you said you rehabbed the engine,” she stammered. “You said it was in mint condition.”
   “It is...was. Why don’t you push your seat back and tighten that belt.” He sounded calm, as if he had just told her to get ready for a bit of air turbulence, and then called, “Mayday! Mayday!” into the mic. “This is November Six Niner Seven Alpha, heading—” He stopped and tapped his earpiece at the same time Mirabel fixated on smoke seeping from the instrument panel. “Radio’s dead,” he said and peeled off his headphones.
   The plane was losing altitude. As Dan worked to deadstick the Cherokee down, he talked to Mirabel, explained what he was doing when he twisted the trim control knob. “I’m turning the plane into a glider. Keep us from going in nose down.” The plane wobbled, wanted to roll. Dan wrestled with the stick to keep the wings horizontal. His legs pumped the left and right rudders.
   “We’re not going to make it, are we?” she said in a breathy voice. Oh, God, please. I’m not ready.
   “Not much wind. Our best chance is to come in straight, not crab in sideways,” he said, scanning the array of gauges with unmoving needles in their faces.
   She nodded as though she understood what he meant. “Good thing I have on clean underwear.” Her laugh caught in her throat like a sob.
   He turned off the fuel and electrical systems then jammed his door open. He squeezed her hand for a brief second. “Wish us luck.”
   “Luck,” she rasped and breathed a silent prayer as the desert floor rose in horrific slow motion to meet them.


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You can catch your breath now. %>)  

You-all guys keep on keeping on, and I'll try to do the same. 
cj