As it's Pride Month and I'm busy both in real life and fiction right now, I thought I'd follow suit with my fellow crewmembers at Spacefreighters. So here's an excerpt from my SFR Galaxy Award winning scifi romance short Quickshot, featuring my trigger-happy, bi heroine Sal...
Sal
stared at the multi-colored data streaming across her status display, using one
foot to rock herself in her seat.
“Hey.”
Sal spun, double-barreled blasters in both hands.
The dark-skinned beauty leaning through the hatch threw up both hands in
surrender. “Whoa, t’hani!”
Damn. Sal sucked in a
breath, lifting her fingers from the triggers and pointing her guns upward.
“Sorry. Guess I’m still twitchy.”
“That’s more than twitchy.” Dela scowled,
wrapping her shaking arms around herself. “One day you’ll blow someone’s head
off. And I don’t want it to be me.”
“It won’t.” Sal forced herself to holster the
guns even though every instinct in her body wanted her to keep hold of them. She
slid from her chair, and had Dela in her arms faster than the woman could raise
an objection. Dela’s heart pounded against Sal’s chest, a perfect match to the
racing of her own pulse. She’d almost shot her lover, damn it. Why couldn’t she
stop the automatic response to grab her weapon when startled? She held Dela
tight as if clinging to her last hope.
Dela sighed. “Sal, I’m not Ehi. If you keep
pulling weapons on me, more than my pride will get hurt.”
She’s right. “I
know. I just—”
“Forgot I was onboard?”
“Yeah. I mean no. I mean—”
“Forget it.” Dela shoved away and stalked off,
Sal in pursuit.
“Deh...” She caught her arm and turned the slight
woman toward her. Away from the lights of the control room, Dela was almost
invisible, except for the luminous amber eyes currently glaring at Sal fit to
scorch her.
“Dela.” Sal softened and lowered her voice in the
way she knew made Dela weak at the knees, and her lover quivered in response. Sal
smiled and brushed her fingers lightly along Dela’s arms, feeling the
goosebumps rise on the flawless skin. “Let me make it up to you, t’hani.”
For an instant the woman wavered, and Sal’s pulse
quickened, an ache already spreading from her groin. Then Dela shook off her
hand.
“No. You’ve pulled those pistols on me once too
often, and there aren’t enough orgasms in the universe worth being shot in the
head for.” Dela walked away.
Frustrated, angry at herself and now horny as
Hades, Sal slouched back into the control room. She groaned as she slid into
her pilot’s seat, considering some self-maintenance to ease the ache in her
lower regions.
“Approaching drop out.” The soft voice of the
ship’s computer stalled even that release.
Sal groaned again. “Let Dela know.” Once they hit
port Sal could heal the breach by plying Dela with whatever she wanted. Maybe a
bolt of those bright fabrics Dela adored, or a crate of her favorite tea that
was so frigging hard to get hold of. Sal had contacts who could find those kind
of things. She might even get lucky in bed tonight...
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Keeping out from under Imperium eyes—especially those belonging to a certain Ehi Wahu—while making a living, and trying to keep a lover who can tolerate her twitchy trigger fingers, are the extent of her ambitions.
Then a kiss from a passing stranger, and a promise of the biggest score in a long time, tempt her. Devin fulfils more than one need, but he comes with more trouble than one woman can handle. And this time it'll take more than her guns to save her. She'll have to trust a man again.
WARNING: for over 18s only. Adult content including sex, bad language, & implied extreme violence.
A SFR Galaxy Award winner for Grittiest Hot & Fast Story. Buy now for just 99 cents!
