Eileen Troemel and I go back a ways, ever since I first read her mind-blowing novel ‘Dragon Lord’s Mate’ …
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(This is a dark scifi romance. There is cursing and violence. Rape and torture are referred to.)
Sent to the prison planet Laken, Zulma expects to be raped and tortured. What she finds there may save her and her people.
Ordered to a crashed Dolian ship, Conasian prisoners of war Drake, Claud, Stuart, and Parker hope to survive the trek through the dangerous sleepers. The downed ship is vital. What they discover will change their future if they survive the sleepers and their own men.
“What can you tell us about this ship?”
“You found the armory,” she said. “There’s food stores.”
“Found those too,” Stuart said.
“The self-destruct,” she asked.
“What?” Drake gripped her shoulders hard. She flinched from his hard hands but stood her ground.
“In the pilot’s area,” she said. “It’s supposed to trigger if the ship crash lands.”
“Claud,” Drake dragged her forward. “Show us.”
She stumbled but tugged the dress back into place. “You didn’t dismantle it?” She sped through the cabin towards the pilots’ cabin.
Claud reached out to grab her but she dodged him. Skidding across the floor, she opened a panel in the middle of where the two pilot seats should have been.
Pressing a button on the panel the top slid to the side.
“Fuck,” the three men behind her saw the timer showed only ninety seconds left.
She gently wiggled a pin out from under the clock ticking down second by second.
“You don’t have time,” Drake put his hands on her shoulders.
She shrugged them off. “If you want to live, don’t do that.” Scrunching down to see, she slipped the pin in a barely noticeable indentation. The clock stopped ticking down the time. Twenty-seven seconds.
“Shit,” Stuart sagged against the wall.
“How did you know how to do that,” Drake demanded suspicious of her having this knowledge as a concubine.
“The chief armor reported the self-destruct on the Prime’s last escape pod was faulty.
They built this safeguard to allow someone to stop it if need be. “The Prime was fucking me when the chief armor gave his report,” Zulma said her tone icy and her face hard. Her eyes met his but they were flat and lifeless. “We need a wrap or tape to secure it in place. There should be some in the bathroom.”
Drake signaled Stuart to go look. Once she secured it, she stepped away from it slowly. The timer did not start again.
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