Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
Today I'm offering snippets from my newest release The Ivory Road: A Walk in the Sand, an action/adventure sci-fi/fantasy with romantic elements, and Book 1 in the The Ivory Road serial. Iliana and Brandon are having their first civil conversation. Neither of them trust the other much, but at least they're trying. If you'd like to read the snippet before this, click HERE.
“How long until the next stop?” Brandon’s voice held no inflection.
“A day and a half.” Iliana glanced up at him, but away again when he refused to meet her gaze. “We'll stop in Sandur for supplies and rest. Then we leave for Ros Torach.”
He nodded and settled himself in the sand beside her. Another silence ensued and she wondered why he’d chosen today to join her.
He shook his head. “I woke when I heard you leave the oasis.”
She grimaced. “Worried I was skipping out on you?”
He didn’t react. “I did until I saw your gear on your horse still tied to the tree.”
She nodded. “Hard to travel across the desert without a horse.”
“Camels are better.”
“But they smell and sound worse.”
Brandon barked a surprised laugh. “Yes.”
“I’m very sorry I reacted badly when I first met you, Mr. Crowe.” Iliana took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn’t make her eat her words. “I didn’t understand the situation and I was caught completely unaware.” She sighed. “And I thought you were someone else.”
He snorted. “That makes two of us.”
“Yeah.” She held out her hand to him. “Let me properly introduce myself. My name’s Iliana Rory.”
He stared at her for several heartbeats, his expression still closed. Slowly he reached out and grasped her forearm, allowing her to grasp his.
“Well met, Mistress Rory. I’m called Brandon Crowe.”
“Very nice to meet you, Mr. Crowe.”
“You may call me Brandon.” He shrugged. “Mr. Crowe sounds like a respectable business man, and I’m certainly not that.”
She raised her brows. “What exactly do you do for a living? What’s your profession?”
He turned his head to look at her with a surprised expression. “Is this the beginning of a friendly conversation?”
“Would’ve had one earlier with you if you’d deigned to talk to me.”
He grunted and nodded. “True enough, I suppose. As to your question, I don't think I have a profession. Maybe adventurer, or swordfighter, or even treasure hunter.”
“What about actor?” She had to be sure he wasn’t Taggart.
“Me?” He grinned and shook his head. “No, I’ve never had much interest in plays and I’ve never been on stage myself. Besides, actors are often weak, cowardly, and spoiled people who don’t know how to take care of themselves in the real world.” He shrugged. “And you, Iliana, what do you do, since you have striven to convince me you’re not Kyra?”
“I’m an actress.” She scowled as she rose. Good to know his opinion of my profession.
He laughed. “No, be serious.”
“I am serious.” She strode down the dune, the sand giving way before her strides.