New Series Release!
I have a new book coming out on March 23. I've mentioned it once or twice (or a million times) in my newsletter. And on Facebook. And to anyone I meet randomly on the street. The cover is finished, the book is with the formatter, and the pre-order is live!
I'm really excited to be working again with Indie Science Fiction powerhouse Craig Martelle. Craig has lived in the Amazon top 100 Science Fiction authors for most of the last four years, and has probably forgotten more about marketing than I know.
There will be at least four books in this series and the first draft of Book 2 is almost done.
If you’d like a taste of the first chapter of Book 1, keep reading!
Krimson Run
Tony Bergen hated the capital city of the United Federation of Planetary Societies, but the weather always raised his spirits. Bright sunshine, but not too hot. A light breeze with a whiff of sea salt, but no trace of dead fish. He wasn’t sure how the Federation managed it, but Romara weather was perfect.
The same could not be said for the company. Like all Federation cities, the metropolis was overrun with UFPS security. He’d counted forty-three uniformed agents and twelve undercover. None of them had taken a second look at him, so life was good.
He strode down the perfectly fabricated cobblestone street—every square meter included one stone set a half-centimeter higher or lower than the rest. The effect was meant to be charmingly random, but anyone with an eye for patterns could see the careful planning. He shook his head. It would have been cheaper—and easier—to hire humans to install the darn things. But the Federation automated everything.
Half-way down the street, he tripped over a slightly raised stone and stumbled into a wall. That gave him a chance to glance behind without being obvious. Twenty meters back, a well-dressed couple chatted as they strolled. In a nearby alley, two children played a game involving a ball and a stick. A small, furry creature sat on a doorstep—obviously someone’s pet. A pretty young blonde carried a bag of groceries toward him.
Tony’s eyes narrowed. If Federation Security was watching for him, this is where they’d strike. A narrow street, nowhere to run and few witnesses. He straightened up and strolled onward, whistling an old tune as he walked. The blonde girl smiled at him and slid her hand into her pocket.
Tony’s heart rate increased. Was she reaching for a weapon? The children had disappeared. He sidestepped and glanced back. The couple had stopped talking and increased their speed, closing in with a deceptively smooth gait. Tony picked up the pace.
The girl approaching him pulled her hand out of her pocket. Something metallic glinted in the sun.
Tony flung himself sideways into a shallow doorway. A male voice roared, “Halt! Federation Security!”
With a piercing scream, the young woman dropped her groceries and her silver communications tablet. Round green fruit bounced out of the bag, scattering across the narrow road. The pet hissed and scrambled up a drain pipe.
The well-dressed couple broke into a run and thundered past both Tony and the girl, shouting incomprehensible code as they ran. The woman’s left heel pierced one of the green fruits, but she ran on, oblivious to the new ornament on her bright red shoe.
Tony stepped out of the doorway, smiling sheepishly. “That was terrifying.”
“You’re telling me,” the girl said. “I wonder who they were after?”
Tony shrugged, then crouched to help her gather the spilled fruit. “These don’t look too bad,” he said. He picked up the silver device. “Here’s your comtab. Good thing you have a high-density case.”
“It’s weathered a few drops,” she replied with a slight smile, taking the comtab. “And the fruit are for a sauce, so it won’t matter if they’re bruised. Thanks for your help.”
She rose and continued up the street. Tony slid the thin silver chip that had been attached to the comtab into his pocket and strolled in the other direction.
If you want to read more, you can pre-order Krimson Run now, and it will automatically be delivered to your Kindle on March 23.
