I've invited Linda Mooney's handsome fellow, Ruce Haulk, over to answer a few questions. He looks like a fellow ready for the tough questions...let's give it a shot. And if I like his answers, I just might review him...
Liza: Do you have a gambling addiction? Because frankly, it appears you do. Have you considered therapy?
Ruce: I’ve tried therapy. It sucked. Didn’t do me any good except prevent me from going back out there and getting my brains blown out of my head, ending my misery once and forever.
And the gambling? Hell, other than some good Triberian rotgut, what else would you suggest a guy do to pass the time? Legally, I mean.
Liza: Upon winning a woman in your gambling, did you consider the cost to feed, clothe, and provide for said woman? You may have actually lost money in this transaction.
Ruce: Hey, I was only allowed to have her until midnight. Besides, the intent that was expected of me for winning her was a joke. Of course, Yarnell didn’t know that. Anyway, she had a face that kinda took my breath away. You know, I’ve heard that phrase used in the past, and I always laughed it off. It sounds so corny, you know. Kinda sickening sweet. But this girl, I swear on the cosmos, one look at her and I suddenly understood what it meant.
Liza: Is the woman harder or easier to protect compared to normal gambling chips?
Ruce: Oh, sweet heavens, are you kidding me? Normally a woman is harder to protect because she wants to do what she wants to do, which may not always be the smartest thing to do. And Remi is no exception. But what makes Remi stand out from the rest is her training…and because of what she is.
Liza: If you had it to do all over again, would you be a bit more forthcoming with your secrets?
Ruce: My secret is mine, and now Remi’s to protect. Same way I’ll always protect Remi’s. You see, not every species is as forgiving of people like me. To be honest, now that she knows all about me, and I about her, life isn’t as bleak as I once viewed it. We got a lot more in common than the way we feel about each other.
Liza: And where did you find levitating locomotives? I’ve been looking for a matching pair forever!
Ruce: Aren’t those the greatest things? If they were space-worthy, I wouldn’t mind taking one on board. I could probably get a hefty price for it on one of the mining planets.
Mine Until Midnight
by
Linda Mooney
Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Western Romance
He gambled and won something more valuable than money. He won love.
It started off as a little R&R on a backwater planet. All Ruce Haulk wanted was a place where he could breathe some fresh air, have a stiff drink, and perhaps while away a few hours at a game of chance. He should have known better. Before he's aware, he's embroiled in the middle of a flesh-peddling scheme, and the woman he "wins" is someone he never expected to find.
The moment Remi Clysonne saw the stranger take on Yarnell and his men single-handedly, she knew he was her only chance at escaping. She doesn't blame him when he doubts her claim that she's there to bring Yarnell to justice. What's more, she suspects there may be another reason why he's reluctant to offer aid.
What should have been a brief layover quickly becomes an all-out struggle for survival as Haulk and Remi battle their way out of an increasingly tangled mess. But the secrets they're keeping from each other may tear them apart before they manage to get away from this world and to safety.
Warning! Contains a clothes swap, levitating locomotives, watery soup, a pretty silver star, thousand-degree heat, attack dirigibles, and two people totally unprepared for whatever the future might hold for them.
They remained by the fire the rest of the night, stretched out on the floor and facing each other. They tried to get a few hours of sleep, but neither of them were able to get any decent amount of rest.
Haulk awoke every hour and tuned his ears for any strange or unusual noise. Although he knew the equinoid would alert him at the slightest provocation, he feared Yarnell may have concocted a device to nullify the animal’s sensors. Haulk wouldn’t put it past the man.
Several of those times, he observed Remi’s restlessness. Twice she opened her eyes to silently stare at him, and he knew she was just as nervous as he was. He tried to smile.
“I guess my time’s up.”
She gave him a confused look.
“Midnight,” he elaborated. “You were only mine until midnight.”
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “It would have cost you more to stay until dawn.”
“How much more?”
She gave a little shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a man stay longer than it took for him to get his load off.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re the one helping me to bring Yarnell to justice.”
Remi rolled onto her other side, presenting her back to him and the fire. After a few moments, he realized she’d fallen back to sleep. Haulk closed his eyes and followed her.
He had no idea what time it was when he awoke, feeling chilled. The incendiary bar was nearly used up. All that was left were a few embers. He noticed Remi was curled into a ball for warmth.
Getting stiffly to his feet, he walked over to the equinoid to retrieve another bar from the saddlebags. As he rummaged inside, he glanced out the grimy window to observe a slight brightening on the horizon.
False dawn.
In the distance, a bird hovered in the cloudless sky, kept aloft by the thermals. Haulk paused to observe it, finding an odd sense of serenity at the way it seemed to float nearly unmoving, never flapping its wings. The bird turned slightly…
Haulk slammed his back against the wall. His sudden movement and sound aroused Remi. She started to rise, when he motioned for her to stay down.
“What?” she whispered. Picking up her blaster, she slid across the floor to join him.
“There’s a dirigible outside. A small one, I’m guessing. It must be one of Yarnell’s security airships. It looks like a bird with wings on the side. I’ve never seen another like it.”
“Yep, that’s one of Yarnell’s eyes. He has a rear room full of screens where a guy keeps constant watch over what’s being transmitted back.”
“Is it equipped with infrared?”
“I don’t know, but I would assume. I wonder how long it’s been out there.”
“I don’t have any idea. I thought at first it was a bird. It seemed to be drifting away from us, but then it turned in our direction.”
Remi’s expression hardened. “It must have spotted the cabin and is coming over to investigate. We have to run, Haulk.”
“We can’t. If we do, it’ll relay our position to Yarnell,” he argued.
“And if that thing has infrared, it’ll see our heat signatures inside here,” she countered.
He paused, weighing the risks. “Remi, how fast can those things move?”
“Do we want to hang around to find out?” She nodded at the equinoid. “Can that thing run while it’s juicing up?”
“A better question would be, can it outrun that air drone? Guess there’s only one way to know for sure.” He reached out to her to help her up into the saddle but she waved him away, grabbed a handful of her skirt, and hoisted herself up. He checked outside to find the aircraft had moved closer to the cabin. Pressing the button on his collar, he tried to hail his ship. “Juliet?”
Silence.
“Damn!” He cast his eyes over to Remi. “I don’t suppose you have any suggestions where we could go?”
She pressed her lips together. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”
Haulk glanced outside, judging the distance between the blimp and the cabin. “Are those things armed?”
“I don’t know.”
Frowning, he turned back to her. “You know this planet better than I do. What do you suggest?”
“Go back to town.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re serious.”
“What can we do out here? Hope that we’ll eventually get far enough away for your ship to come pick us up?”
He grudgingly admitted that was what he’d been thinking.
“Have you regained contact with the ship?”
“Not yet.”
She gave him one of those “well?” looks. He gave a quick nod and chanced another look-see out the window. The dirigible was close enough for him to see the antennae protruding from the airship’s belly. He roughly guesstimated the thing to be three meters in length. Too small to be physically manned. Definitely remotely controlled.
“And go where in town?” he almost growled irritably.
Remi grinned. “To hide in plain sight.”
“You mean, blend in with the natives?”
“They hate Yarnell to a man. They’ll be more than happy to help us blend in. Of course, you’ll have to leave this baby behind.”
“If we leave her at the stables, then Yarnell’s men will know we’re back.” He eyed the equinoid. “I have another idea. Get off.”
She obeyed and waited for what he’d do next.
He removed the saddlebags from the creature, then took out another incendiary rod before handing the bags to her. “Here. Hold these.” Breaking the rod, he struck the ends together until flames burst from the tips. Haulk jammed the blunt ends under the edge of the saddle.
“I get it,” Remi murmured. “You’re betting the tracker can detect a heat signature. So you’re going to send your horse out to lure it away so we can backtrack to town.”
He flashed her a smile. “This rod puts out an incredible amount of heat. Hopefully more than the two of us combined. Between the heat and the movement, it should be enough to lead the airship away from the cabin. Come on, old girl.” He patted the equinoid’s neck and opened the small panel at its shoulder.
She watched him adjust a few controls. “Will it go without a driver?”
“All I have to do is set a direction and speed.”
“Will you be able to retrieve it later on?”
He closed the panel. “After we get back to my ship, Juliet will be able to track it. She can also override the programming to bring it back to us. All right.” Haulk looked at her, glancing down at her long skirt. “You ready to run?”
Remi handed the saddlebags back to him, grabbed the fabric, and tucked the hem into her waistband. “I’m ready.”
“Let’s see if this works.” He slapped the animal’s rump, triggering it to move forward. The creature leaped off the porch, stopped, then turned around to face away from the cabin. The equinoid gave a shake of its head before taking off at a fast gallop. In the early morning light, the bright, hot flames coming off the two pieces of incendiary rod enveloped the animal in a white halo.
Haulk and Remi watched from inside the cabin to see what the dirigible would do. As they’d hoped, the airship spotted the movement. It gradually turned around and began to follow it. From the window, Haulk could barely make out the whir of the ship’s engines as it sped up to keep the equinoid in range.
He reached over to tap Remi on the arm. She jerked away from him and immediately apologized.
“Sorry. I…”
He tried to hide his disappointment. Why would he think she would be any different?
“At my signal, stay behind me.”
He saw her nod when a barrage of shots rang out. They stared in shock out the window to discover the pursuing blimp firing at the equinoid. Projectiles peppered the ground as the mechanical animal continued onward, neither slowing nor swerving to avoid being hit as it followed its original programming.
“Now! While it’s attention is diverted! Run!” Haulk called out to her and took off.
This book has everything you could ask for.
Our hero, Ruce Hault is bored and asked his AI ship to find a planet so he can have some fun.
This could have easily been the WORST decision he’d ever made. But due to a beautiful woman and his ability to out-play seasoned cheats in a card game, it will turn out to be a fabulous decision, albeit one that nearly kills him and did hurt like hell.
Everything about this book was fabulous!
The writing, the scene set ups, the mixing of an old cowboy movie with spaceships and metallic robot horses. The non-stop action. The likability of the good characters and the utter dislike of the villain. The wonderful townspeople who also hate the cheat in charge and risk their lives helping Ruce and Remi.
Both the hero and heroine have secrets that makes them think they are unlovable, but both are better than the prejudices that have kept them alone ‘til now.
I highly recommend it for those who love Sci-Fi Romance, Non-stop action, Non-stop danger, and a very strong female heroine.
5 stars!!!!!
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Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel.
A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love.
She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance.
In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith.
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