Weekend Writing Warriors: Across the Night Sky 25

 

 

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I'm working on edits for Emmily, Unbound--the book I've been sharing excerpts from for a long time. While I'm doing that, I'm going to share snippets from a WIP entitled Across the Night Sky. 

This is an Alien Abduction Romance.

Marissa, abducted human, 20-something, woke with no idea where she was. After running from the metal box she woke up inside, she finds an open doorway. She stepped through and discovered she wasn't alone. She's with an injured man, Kuylerh. I'm in a new chapter, a couple pages in. *note Marissa had been injured by one of the predators. A rescue has come for her companion.

Last week's snippet ended with: 

Kylerh spoke sharply to his rescuers, wincing as he gestured  back at the group of refugees. Then, with the same, stern tone, he said, ”Rissa!” Again, he motioned for her to follow.

 ~*~

We pick up there:

Torn between the two groups, she hesitated. Even if she didn’t know exactly where she was, it still seemed better than not knowing at all where he was going to take her. Then again, the predators…

Another glance at him showed a mixture of pain and impatience. Should she go?

Sure, she’d spent some time with him, and he seemed safe enough. But what about the other men with him?

None of them were smiling at her. Well, one was. The one who looked like he was barely old enough to drive. She doubted he had much influence on how things went. Maybe staying with the larger group—even if they were genetically odd—was a better idea. 

A bit more if you're interested:

 

             What if there were no other rescues coming, though? And… there was that guy with the sharp teeth. 

 An angry growl coming from Kylerh stopped her thought train. His patience must have been done. As soon as he spoke to one of his guards, the man hurried back toward her, his eyes narrowed, his steps angry-sounding thuds. With a fluid movement, he bent down, wrapped his arm around the back of her thighs, and threw her up over his shoulder—following the rest of them with her flung like a rag doll.

 

Uh oh. Sounds like he's taking her with him whether she wants to go or not... That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting. Comments are deeply appreciated. 

WeWriWa: EU49

 

 

                                      
          

I'm back. :-) I was on a much-needed vacation with the family. We traveled to a house at the beach that we'd rented a year ago and made payments on. We used an abundance of caution while we drove there,. While we were there, the state we were in was added to my home state's "hotspot list."  My employer's guidelines insisted on a Covid test. I had it done. I'm negative.

FYI, they are using a new type of test that is self-administered, and from everything I've heard of the old test, is much less uncomfortable. (In case any of you need to be tested.) It was done in the drive-thru at a RiteAid pharmacy. 

 Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/

      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 

 

*Note  If you tag Weekend Writing Warriors on facebook, we'll share the post on our page.  :-)

 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapters 1 & 2  Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man to her house.

My last post ended with this:  He's struggling with words. English is not his native language. I volunteer, “I have a first aid kit. It’s still in a box. I’ll have to find it.”

Now, the  snippet:

     After the briefest of pauses and one more time leaning his head to the side, he seems to understand. He says, “Hurry.”

As I walk toward the spare bedroom, he speaks again. When the woman nods at him and heads my way, I realize he’s telling her to follow me.

I find the kit on my third try; it’s in a box labeled for the bathroom. The moving carton also contains extra medicine-cabinet items and clean towels. I hand the kit to the woman and then grab the box. When I turn to follow her out the door, she 's standing in the same spot. She points to herself and says, “Jayla.” Then she points at me.

That's the snippet. A few more lines if you're interested...

 

 “Emmily,” I say, and then we hurry back to my parents’ room.

Maybe we are members of the sisterhood, after all. I really hope. Some feeling of having an ally would be good, even if it is that 'any port in a storm’ sort of stuff. 

 

That's the snippet.

 

     Has she found a tiny bright spot in all of this?

*Note  If you tag Weekend Writing Warriors on facebook, we'll share the post on our page.  :-)

              

The working blurb for this story follows: Tagline:

   

     Sometimes the simplest plan doesn’t turn out so simple...

     After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains. Oh, and never give her heart away again.

     But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands on the ridge next to hers, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her.

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and beautiful. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

        That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)

 

 

Weekend Writing Warriors January 13, 2019

           Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors

   It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind.  He is taking her to the "Dominion" he is from. Theusand has been eavesdropping on Lily's conversation and just heard her say that there is no romance between her and Theusand.  Creative punctuation ahead.  

 

He closed his eyes and inhaled long and deep. Archlynn’s words from years ago when the elder Chay was training him wended through his memories. “If you seek disappointment, stop and listen around a corner from where others speak of you.”  Foul words came to mind:  Damn it. Awe hell. He’d heard each one come out of Lily’s mouth. Right now, either fit how he was feeling.

  That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!

Weekend Writing Warriors Sept. 30, 2018

 

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is in a room on the ship with a portal she can see the outside through. She's recalling Earth's alien invasion. *She is with Theusand--he is the man with clawed hands.  Last week's snippet ended with: Clawed hands came from behind to rest on her shoulders."

          This week's snippet continues from there:
 

She swiped at her tears, as if she could hide that she’d been crying…again. At least he had the decency not to attempt consoling her by doing the man thing—trying to fix everything so the tears would stop.

One of those bordering on hysteria snickers escaped her. Unbelievable. It took an alien  somewhere out in the boondocks of space to understand the way her human emotions worked. Sometimes women just needed to cry. Why couldn’t human men understand that?

Ben always did it too, as if he felt the world was off-kilter unless she was happy.   

        The twisted reality of the moment hit her. Thinking of Ben trying to stop her from crying was causing a new wave of sobs.

  That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!

Weekend Writing Warriors July 7, 2018

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand. He's not a slaver, and he's just told her he wants to talk to her--alone. Then he delivered devastating news to her about her family ans the planet Earth.    

          This week's snippet picks up directly from last week's--which ended with:  However he knew, it was the truth. She crumbled.. Her reaction continues this week:
 

He grabbed her and held her while she cried. She didn’t know how long. Weakness turned to exhaustion, and finally she just wanted to die. Everything  and everyone she loved was gone, and she needed to be with them.

She tried to lie down on the floor. He held her. She tried to push him away, but his hold stayed fast. Finally he spoke, his soothing voice wrapping around her like a flannel quilt. “I can take away this pain, this… what your people call heartache.”

Hmm, be careful about agreeing to let someone remove painful memories...or any memories for that matter. Or maybe he really cares about her and wants to take away her pain??? :-)
FYI about this story. Since Veronica Scott very kindly offered advice on what romance readers might and might not stand for. It isn't SFR. It is SF with R elements. There is no HEA, but it does end on a happier uptick that will (hopefully) make readers say "I was hoping that was going to happen!". There will be a sequel. And SPOILER ALERT--Jobe, the dog, will be in it. :-)
That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!