I’m thrilled to show-off the cover for my #comingsoon in June 2016 book.
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Twenty-seven years ago, Pamela’s father vanished with a mysterious, alien female. Recently, she’s been having disturbing dreams that he’s in danger. Not only that, but Pamela’s also been contacted by a living space ship who tells her Arthur has been imprisoned on a distant planet, and only she can rescue him. To do so, she must release the evil entity trapped within the famous sword, Excalibur. If she trusts the strange ship, and releases the terrifying Shalit from its confinement, Pamela could be endangering Earth and all the other planets in the Universe. Will she be strong enough to control the Shalit, save her father, and protect everyone she loves? Can she risk destroying all life if she’s not?
Army boots: stomping, smashing the daisy with the blue center.
Arthur Merlin jerked his head back. He’d been so entranced with the fathomless, turquoise eyes of the breathtaking female before him he’d lost all track of time. He blinked his eyes several times, shaking his head, trying to clear his mind. The surrounding noises caught his attention, the dripping of water into the small, inner cavern lake, the shuffling of equipment being set-up, and the echoing of voices off the distant walls.
The image flashed through his mind again, more forcefully. Army boots: squashing, grinding the daisy with the blue center into the cavern floor, until all that remained were small, unidentifiable pieces.
Oh, shit. Major Breckenridge and Alpha Team. He’d forgotten about them. Arthur had a lot of respect for the Major, especially after everything they’d gone through at Heathrow Airport and Lake George, but he couldn’t let Daisy fall into their hands. If she did, who knew what would happen to the evil entity trapped in the legendary Excalibur? Daisy was the only person who could control it. Just thinking about the Shalit escaping its prison made Arthur break out in a cold sweat. He’d already had his confrontation with the alien being, and lost. If it hadn’t been for Daisy, he’d be dead. Arthur had to find a way to save Daisy, and keep the Shalit contained.
He glanced at the tunnel entrance where Major Breckenridge and Dr. Tober were striding purposefully toward him. He peered back down at Daisy. She gazed up at him with such love and trust. His breath caught as he found himself falling under her spell. He shook his head. No, I can’t let myself get mesmerized again. She’s in danger, I have to save her.
Gray eyes over daisy with blue center and then they disappeared.
*Yes, baby, I’m getting you out of here,* he mentally reassured her.
But to where? Daisy needs medical treatment. Who can I trust? Ruth. Ruth will help us. She knew about the Shalit and the need to keep it contained. Remembering Ruth fleeing the cavern, clutching her necklace, made his heart wrench. Arthur sighed. I hurt Ruth. I didn’t mean to. He hadn’t meant to fall in love either.
During Vietnam, too many of his friends died in his arms while bleeding to death, or he watched as they disappeared in showers of blood and gore. He learned the mantra of ‘It don’t mean nothin’,’ and hardened his heart to everyone and everything. Even after the war, those walls stayed firmly in place. Until he met Ruth. She waltzed into his life, ripping through his shackled heart, liberating the man he’d hidden away. Because of her, he felt love again.
Arthur peered down at the alien woman in his arms. If I never met Ruth, would my heart be as open to Daisy? He shook his head. He had no way of knowing, but he was starting to feel like a pawn in a game of kismet. He gave a frustrated sigh. It didn’t matter right now. He had to get Daisy to safety. I’ll deal with the emotional side of my heart later. He gathered the injured Daisy into his arms, focusing on Ruth’s home in White Water and the beautiful garden behind the house. Locating the bench where Arthur had stolen his first kiss from Ruth, he BLIPPED!
With a startled cry, Arthur stumbled back a few steps, falling on his rear end, clutching Daisy tightly to his chest. A second later, a loud clattering drew his attention, an ornate, silver sword sliding from Daisy’s limp hand. What the hell? Why am I sitting on a cold, metal floor instead of the stone bench? Where the hell are we? How did we get here?
His gaze fell on the sword. He tried scooching away from it, heart thundering in his chest, palms breaking out in sweat. Why is Excalibur here? He hadn’t brought the sword with them. He had no reason to. Why would I bring something I’m terrified of?
Confused, Arthur peered down at Daisy. Her face paler than normal, she appeared to be unconscious and barely breathing. With concern, he lightly stroked her cheek. What happened to her? She was awake a few moments ago.
Hearing loud gasps from above him, Arthur looked up, seeing three women wearing matching silver uniforms with black piping. They were aiming weapons at him that looked like ray guns from sci-fi movies. He shook his head in disbelief. Did we end up on a movie set somewhere?
“So, who are you with?” Arthur asked jokingly, “Hans Solo, or Darth Vader?” He inspected the threesome further, noticing they had the same seashell ears Daisy did. Oh, shit. Are the guns real?
The pale women didn’t seem amused as they frowned down at him. “Earthman, you hold our leader. Place her on the floor and back away, or we will fire and end your Human existence,” the tallest one demanded in accented English, her weapon pointed unwaveringly at Arthur’s forehead.
Even though the ray guns looked like toys to Arthur, he had no idea what they might do to his force-field. Just my luck. I jumped from the frying pan into the fire. He gently lifted Daisy from his lap and laid her on the cold floor. He scowled at the space women as he slowly stood with raised arms, then backed up a few steps. He glanced over the round, metal room, and his mouth dropped open. Holy Shit! We’re in one of the spaceships that escaped from the cavern.
Loud alarms started blaring, and orange lights were flashing from the domed ceiling. A women sitting at a console, swiveled around in her chair, yelling, “Attack! Seven Calen ships have surrounded us. They demand our surrender, and the release of Emeara and the Earthman to them, or they will open fire. What shall we do, Commander Tigget?”
The tall space woman’s pale lips tightened as she peered down at her leader, lying helpless on the floor.
Daisy’s eyelids fluttered as she slowly opened them to regard her best friend. She’d used most of her mental energy to redirect Arthur’s teleportation to this Calen ship. She could not allow the Humans to capture her, or the Excalibur/Shalit would’ve endangered the whole universe. She looked up at her Gray Eyes, the only man powerful enough to save them from the seven Calen ships.
*Tig, you must trust this Human,* she said, in a weak mental voice, reaching out to Tigget and Arthur. *He is the one foretold by our ancestors.*
Commander Tigget glanced back and forth from her leader, and friend, to the Human male, but she never lowered her weapon.
*Tig, if we wish to survive, you must turn the battle over to him,* Daisy said telepathically. *Arthur, we cannot allow ourselves to be taken. We will die before we surrender. You two must join forces, to protect and save us.*
With a slight nod to her leader, Tig holstered her gun, and then strode to a row of screens. She punched a button and they turned on, displaying seven ships.
These are the aliens that have been watching Earth, Arthur thought, as he stared open-mouthed at the classic style of UFOs, seen for centuries all over his planet. Since there were still two women with guns aimed at him, Arthur carefully lowered his arms then knelt next to Daisy, cradling her head in his lap. He wiped the sweat from her brow with a trembling hand. What do they expect me to do?
Tig looked at the two space women holding ray guns. “Holster your weapons. Upon our leader’s request, we must trust this Human.” As they complied, she spoke to the woman at the console, “Inform the Commander of the Calen ships that we will never surrender. If they wish to die in battle, we shall accommodate them.” While her message was being relayed to the Commander of the opposing fleet, Tig turned to Arthur, looking him up and down with cold, blue eyes. “I know not what you can do, if anything, to save us, but you must act fast. If they fire upon us, we are dead.”
Arthur tried swallowing the lump growing in his throat. I’m so out of my element here. Using his powers on Earth was one thing, but trying to take down seven spaceships was an entirely different matter. There’s no way my powers are strong enough. Hell, nobodies would be. He rubbed his forehead, feeling overwhelmed. Everything was happening too fast for him to keep up. We’re supposed to be in Ruth’s garden, not in the middle of a stupid space battle. Arthur knelt there, unmoving, not knowing what to do.
Daisy weakly raised her arm, pointing toward the silver sword. *Arthur, all you need do is touch the tip of Excalibur, and you shall destroy the ships. You must hurry.*
Arthur recoiled back in fear. Touch Excalibur? Is she nuts? He still hadn’t fully recovered from the mental contact he’d had with the Shalit in the cavern. Heaven knows what would happen if I actually touched the damn thing. No way. In his mind came an image: a white daisy with a blue center, and over the middle of the flower, a pair of gray eyes floated down. The picture infused Arthur with such warmth and joy, tears of happiness welled in his eyes. A white beam flashed out, touching the daisy, leaving it burnt and wilted. Okay. Okay. I get the picture. If he didn’t try, Daisy would die. They all would.
Peering down at Daisy, he said, “I have no idea what’s going on, or how we got here, but I trust you, baby. I’ll destroy the ships for you.”
He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst kind of pain imaginable. Concentrating hard on the seven Calen ships, with creases around his mouth, and forehead, he reached out and grabbed the tip of the sword. His eyes widened in surprise, all he felt was the chill of the steel blade.
“Cigsbah!” Tigget yelled, pointing at the screens. “They have fired upon us, my leader.”
The room became deathly silent as all eyes followed the white beam heading toward their ship. Abruptly, the screens lit up as the seven ships exploded into bright, molten balls of fire. Arthur threw up his arm to shield his eyes from the sudden glare.
Cheering and yelling broke out in the small, round room as the crew celebrated their victory. Arthur wasn’t cheering as he watched that thin, white line continue to advance toward them. He had no idea what it was, but he knew it meant trouble. He shook his head. How did I destroy those ships? I’m not powerful enough. At least, I don’t think so.
Arthur watched the displays as the menacing white line crept closer and closer, until it was too close to their ship to be seen on the screens anymore. Bracing for he knew not what, he watched the beam breach the hull and enter the room.
Arthur stared, speechless, as the beam traveled soundlessly across the room, hitting his hand where it still gripped the tip of Excalibur. Upon impact, a flash of light shot out from the end of the sword. As Arthur stared open-mouthed at the deep gouge on the back of his hand, the beam passed through the opposite wall, penetrating the adjacent side of the hull.
What the hell was that? Arthur wondered, terrified. It had infiltrated his force-field. His stomach clenched in fear, and his hand throbbed in pain. I’m not longer invincible, at least not in space.
Daisy’s voice screamed into his mind, *Remove us from here, Arthur, before we implode!*
Arthur didn’t need to be told twice. Once again, he focused on Ruth’s garden, wanting to get back home where he knew he was safe. Concentrating on everyone in the room, he BLIPPED!
NOW is the time to buy and read the first book in the series, The Secret of Excalibur.