A
Love So Close You Can Feel It
There's
something about a hot guy in uniform who's touchable but at the same time out
of reach. That kind of man was on my
mind when I wrote Colonel Medoro Keegan in Cold Warriors. A man who has chosen to be an island onto
himself, he is in a sea of humanity yet is alone.
Unlike
some heroes of this sort, they have no friends and live on the fringes of
society. Keegan is anything but
that. He has two very good friends whom
he trusts, he is respected by his colleagues and his considered to be on the career
fast track but on the inside, he feels like a hamster on a wheel. He's going through the motions but he ain't
going any where.
All
that changes when Caitlin Driskoll enters his life. In the beginning just a 'passenger' in a
cargo manifest, she is but one of many who are to be sent out as cannon fodder
for a military with dwindling numbers.
In a frozen stasis for nearly a hundred years, because of a long gone
medical fad, she awakens to find she has been recruited to fight in a war she
knows nothing about.
From
day one, her strength and her annoyance has been one the light that shone in an
other wise darkened existence. Attracted
to her, he fights between the rules of his job and society which says they
can't speak much less touch, they both struggle to not only survive but to
explore the attraction they feel for each other.
In
the second book, Ice and Peace:
A
New Threat? After a long and vicious war, peace is on the horizon for Earth and
its allies. However, a series of mysterious attacks on several secret military
installations causes hostilities to rise once again.
Redemption. Having left under a cloud
of disgrace, retired Marine Colonel Medoro Keegan is called back to duty.
Bound. His wife Caitlin, the only
surviving member of her team, chooses to embrace life, albeit grudgingly, as a
cryo soldier. Seen as sub-human, she is forced to serve a planet that denies
her rights as a person.
Driven. Guided by their sense of duty
and belief that some things are bigger than them, they are determined to risk
it all.
Hope. The cost of war is high. Can
their love and marriage survive? Or will it be killed off by the very same
mission that brought them together?
Excerpt
for Ice and Peace
“Sir,” a
soft voice, feminine and sweet, beckoned his attention. He knew the voice, like
he knew himself. His heart skipped a beat.
Rising slowly from his chair, Keegan
cleared his throat and straightened his uniform. Suddenly, the room seemed
unbearably long as he walked the three feet or so to be near her.
As he took in every detail of her, he
was stunned silent. She wore a Marine Corps uniform with Navy insignia, with
her hair neatly pinned off her neck and shoulders. Her clothes were pressed
with a crease that could cut a major artery and her demeanor was impeccable.
Something was not right.
Still, Caitlin was a sight for sore
eyes. She was beautiful. Her petite frame was perfectly accented by the curves
of her figure. And her brown eyes and coffee-brown skin was smooth, creamy.
Standing at attention, she did not
meet his gaze. Though it was customary not to do as a sign of military
courtesy, he could tell she was not doing it for that reason. Her gaze was
different. Circling her, he tried to see if he could catch her watching him out
of the corner of her eye. In fact, she
appeared to be staring blankly ahead.
Peering directly at her, he spoke in a
soft tone. “At
ease.”
She relaxed.
“Cate. Can you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she
responded mechanically.
Pain pierced his insides. She was
definitely not there. Keegan placed his hands on his hips and hung his head in
defeat. The one thing that was supposed to go right did not. For whatever
reason, they had placed her in a deeper state of mental control than she’d ever been in. He
controlled the hostile emotions brewing with him. Touching her face gently, he
felt her icy skin.
This
is unacceptable! Not here. I will not let this happen here. Not under my
command.
“Chief, listen up,” he said in an authoritative tone. He knew in this state, it
was the only way he could speak to her and still have her respond.
“Yes, sir.” Her
gaze became even more distant.
Her response fueled his anger. “You are going to
hightail it down to the doc and receive a full examination. Tell him it is
based on my orders. He will know what to do. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Knowing that she was under the
influence of cryo neurotransmitters, Keegan figured the only way to combat it
was to get someone to reverse it. They usually wore off once she was away from
the stimulus triggers for a long period of time. But considering her stimulus
triggers were high-ranking officers in uniform and combat situations, being
around here meant she was going to be in a drone zone for a very long time. The
last thing he needed was a zombie on board, especially one in charge of the
lives others.
Only the jerks in psyche warfare
thought doing this to someone would be a good idea. As long as he was running
the ship, none of that would be allowed. There weren’t going to be any super
zombies soldiers on board his ship. And he’d rollover in his grave before he let them do it to his
wife.
“After you come back from the doc, you will report to me,
understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are there any questions?”
“No, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
She did an about face before leaving
the room. Keegan clasped his hands behind his back. In the blink of an eye, his
joy had turned to sorrow. Now faced with the responsibility of looking after
his wife, he wondered how could he handle the burden of command and still
protect the woman he loved.
"Science Fiction with A Romantic Twist."
-Clare Dargin
Author of 'Kybernatia' and 'Fugue' and 'Speculative Sky' and 'Zenward's Magic'
For the Scifi Lover in You!
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