Category Archives: Starheart

Fun with Photos

One of my Facebook friends, who writes under the name of Kira Morgana, posted a fun photo on her timeline – a cat sitting on one of her books. “Wow”, I thought. (As you do). “I wonder how she did that?”

Photofunia, that’s how.

What can I say? It’s a damp Saturday morning and my eyes lit up. I’m like a kiddy in a sweet shop, all agog. Look at what you can do!

"Morgan's Choice" in the news

“Morgan’s Choice” in the news

The Iron Admiral - Conspiracy and Deception

“The Iron Admiral” – Conspiracy and Deception

 

'Starheart" at the museum

“Starheart” at the museum

 

The Demon's Eye poster

“The Demon’s Eye” up on a wall

You’re welcome 🙂

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For Two Days ONLY…

Jes and inline skimmerStarheart is released on the Kindle Select program – and for March 13 and 14 you can download the book for FREE. 

Once again, my good friend Kevin Radthorne has created an image which is perfect for Jess, heroine of Starheart.  Here she is, dressed in her ‘invisible’ suit, ready for a little bit of break-and-enter. Find this picture, and more of Kevin’s wonderful art here. And here’s a little snippet of Starheart to go with the picture.

Dressed in the ‘invisible’ suit, currently set to black, she caught the lift down to the basement and fired up Troy’s in-line skimmer. Looking at the machine brought back memories. They’d ridden klicks on this thing, him driving, her behind, zooming along the back tracks of the mountains back in the days before Tenna was born. They’d gone away for weekends in the woods, camping up near Lake Maribou. She hadn’t thrown a leg over since he died.

Settled in the seat she activated the sensor to open the basement door. It clicked and rose into the ceiling, allowing access to the street. She overrode the skimmer’s auto-drive function. No point in sneaking out at night and leaving the evidence of where she’d been on the machine’s system.

She pushed the throttle on. The nose lifted, flinging her back in the saddle. Shit. Too fast. She throttled back, only just avoiding a scrape along the wall. Relax, let yourself remember. She juggled the balance until she had it right, then let the skimmer glide up the ramp into the road, the door dropping into place behind her. At this time of night residential Orham City slept, at least for the most part. An automated cleaner bot rounded a corner up ahead but the road was free of traffic. Jess drove easily, enjoying the throb of the beast beneath her. She had clipped the sensor detection pen on her shirt and her Calvin C40 light laser pistol sat in its holster at her hip.

Don’t forget – to read more, take a look at Starheart. Action, adventure, spaceships, aliens – and a dollop of romance.

Where did you get that dress?

Write about what you know, that’s the old adage, isn’t it? I confess, fashion isn’t the most important thing in my list of interests, so when I had to come up with a suitable dress for Jess Sondijk in a scene in my latest book, Starheart, I delved into my own history. It’s quicker and easier than looking up photos of movie stars in women’s magazines.

Jess has decided to attend a meet ‘n greet to find out a little more about rather attractive Admiral Ullric Hudson, who has just arrived in her part of the Galaxy. Is he really there to queer the pitch for small-time smugglers like her? So she turns up, dressed to kill.

She had made a special effort. The red dress was a favorite. The neckline plunged deep, affording everyone quite an eyeful. The rest clung to her waist and hips, accentuating her figure. The split up the front meant she was able to stride if she wanted and provided more than a glimpse of leg.

I thought you might like to see something approximating the original. Jess is a beauty, with long, blonde hair. But you can see where the inspiration came from.

What about you? Have you used your wardrobe (or anything else) to inspire a scene?

Ten days and counting…

Ten days to go. In ten days time my latest science fiction romance novel Starheart will be out there on kindle. I’m getting a bit excited about it all. The book has done a few rounds with a few beta-readers who set me straight on the subject of being mother of a teenage daughter. It’s ready to go, and I’m very happy with the result.

The picture on the left was done by the multi-talented Kevin Radthorne. Check out his wonderful gallery here. He didn’t create the image for me – but as it happens, I think it’s an excellent representation of the heroine in Starheart, slightly shady freighter captain Jess Sondijk. Blonde, beautiful and not above using her bountiful assets if it will give her an advantage.

Of course, there’s an admiral. Tall, well-built womaniser Ullric Hudson. Just to tickle your fancy, here’s an excerpt where Hudson has Jess brought on board his battle cruiser. She is NOT HAPPY.

 

Tomas was waiting for him when he disembarked. “Where is she?”

“In an interrogation cell, Sir.” His adjutant’s eyes twinkled. “The same one the Militia used last time she was here.”

Hudson grinned. How would she have reacted to that? “Have her brought to my office.”

“Sir.”

He hardly had time to make himself comfortable in his chair when his clerk said via his implant, “Captain Sondijk is here, Sir.”

He sat back in his seat, watching the door when she entered. Her grey ship suit was unzipped at the front and the scoop-necked white shirt she wore underneath revealed a tantalizing expanse of breast. The last time she’d been brought aboard she’d dressed for the occasion but this time she probably didn’t even realize. Her eyes blazed with fury as she barged into his office, flanked by a lieutenant and two troopers. No, intimidation didn’t work on Jess Sondijk.

“What in blazes is this about? Annoyed I stood you up?”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, you may go,” Hudson said.

He waited until the door closed behind the troopers.

“I admit, I’m not accustomed to being stood up.”

She slammed both her palms on his desk and leaned towards him, affording him a lovely view of her cleavage. “You are not the fucking centre of the universe.”

His gaze slid down to admire the swell of her breasts. Nice. Exquisite. Two delicious handfuls. His mouth watered. The prospect of a close and personal encounter with that body was enough to give a man a hard-on.

She pushed herself upright. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Do you ever think about anything but your cock?”

He leaned back, grinning. “If you flaunt your assets, my dear, you can hardly blame me for looking.”

Scowling, she zipped up her suit.

“Very good. Now sit.” He pointed at the visitor’s chair beside her.

“Go to hell. You have no reason, no right to stop me and impound my ship. I’ve done nothing wrong and I’ve other things to do apart from some… some sort of verbal foreplay with you.” She folded her arms, staring down at him.

 

I loved writing this book. I love Hudson and Jess – and Jess’s friend, Santh. Come along for an action-packed adventure and find out what a Starheart really is.