Tuesday, March 29, 2016

SFR Author Carysa Locke is PIRATE BOUND!

Welcome, Author Carysa Locke 

You brought Space Pirates - starry! They're my favorite, too, which is why I wrote two SFR series with them. And what a gorgeous cover.

Carysa says: Thanks, Cathryn! I'm excited to be here, with my own pirates.

My prequel novella releases today! Pirate Bound is the first book in my telepathic space pirates series, and I couldn't be more excited to share it with everyone. 

This is a series that has been many years in the making, and I have long term goals. 
As of this writing, I have planned
  • two trilogies of full length novels 
  • a set of four novellas (including this prequel novella). 
After that, we'll see where the story goes, but this is definitely the first, exciting step for me to take in getting the whole thing onto the page. 

Why telepathic space pirates? Well, who wouldn't want to write about them? As a girl, Star Wars was my favorite set of movies, and Star Trek was a close second ..

My world may not have Jedi or Vulcans, but it certainly has space battles, people with mysterious, otherworldly (psychic) powers, and a galaxy-spanning conflict my characters are caught up in. You can definitely see what has influenced me! This universe is very near and dear to my heart, and I only hope that readers will love visiting it as much as I do. As an author, I've never stayed with one universe as long as I have this one - about eight years, with no end in sight. I usually get pulled on to something new long before now, seduced by new characters and a new world. I think it says something about this world and these characters that I still love them as much today, as the day I first sat down to write about them. 

There is a lot more I could say, but instead, I'm going to leave you with this snippet from Pirate Bound. Happy reading!


A desperate gamble…  

Sanah will do anything to protect her little sister, even if it means taking refuge with ruthless pirates. But the psychically Talented pirates terrorizing Commonwealth space are not quite the monsters she has been led to believe. When Sanah's empathic gift shows her the truth behind the stories, she is no longer certain who the villains are in her world. 

A race on the verge of extinction… 

Dem’s only goal is to protect his people, especially since a deadly bio-weapon decimated their population. Only a handful of women survived, and every day is a fight to rebuild. With Sanah’s empathy and her sister’s rare ability to heal, they could be the salvation Dem and his people have been looking for.  

A dangerous secret that could destroy everything… 

But how can Sanah trust Dem with her life? Especially when he’d kill her if he knew the truth. 


Dem wanted Sanah to feel comfortable with her surroundings, so he started with the basics. He showed her the gym, the galley, the bar, and then took her to where her interests would be most aligned, the lab facilities. He could tell the quality of their equipment surprised her. She stopped beside their cloning module, running her fingers reverently along the top of it.
“I never thought I would see one of these again, much less get to work with one.”
“It’s the centerpiece of much of our research,” said a new voice.
Dem had tracked his approach. He wasn’t surprised to turn and see a man wearing a white lab coat standing at a polite distance.
“I couldn’t do my work without it.” Tall and lean, with a tousle of black hair, dark skin, and brown eyes that sparked with interest, Mahesh was not unhandsome. He smiled at Sanah. Stepping closer to her, he took her hand warmly between his in greeting.
Something went through Dem like a current of electricity, a feeling he couldn’t identify, that jolted his nerves like adrenaline and hazed his mind. It was gone less than a second later, washed away by a familiar quiet that left empty detachment in its wake. Cold and still, Dem watched Sanah laugh at something Mahesh said, and he felt nothing.
The two scientists quickly fell into an easy conversation, Sanah asking questions about how cloning fit into Mahesh’s research, he more than willing to answer them to a level of detail that would have bored most people. Dem wasn’t bored. He passed the time mapping out all the ways he could kill Mahesh, and timed each of them. The other man’s shields were impressive enough that a mental assault would most likely be less efficient than a physical attack by four-point-six seconds. Which meant Mahesh would die from a broken neck.
He had just concluded this when the other man glanced over at him, the conversation having taken a turn toward secrets Sanah didn’t yet know. Mahesh was looking for permission to delve lightly into those secrets, but instead what he saw in Dem froze him where he stood. His skin took on an ashen pallor, and he backed slowly away from Sanah.
“I-I’m sorry. Work, you know. I have work to get back to. Very important.” When he backed into a table, jostling the contents and knocking a container to the floor, he turned and hurried from the room without bothering to pick it up.
Sanah watched this with confusion furrowing her brow.
“That was odd,” she said, stepping forward to pick up the fallen container herself. She placed it back onto the table. “He didn’t seem like the skittish type.” Turning toward Dem as she spoke, she went silent and still. Seconds passed while she stood and said nothing, carefully watching Dem.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. I won’t hurt you.
But he lied. He could kill her with a thought between one breath and the next.
“I’m not afraid,” she said, her voice steady. “You promised you would protect me.”
He remembered his promise.
She took a step toward him, and then another. He did not move, just watched as she approached him, watched as she extended a hand and carefully, deliberately curled her fingers around his. The touch sent another of those electric shocks through him. This time, the nameless emotion broke through the icy calm of the killer within, suffusing him with warmth.
His fingers closed convulsively around hers, tighter than he meant them to. She gasped, and he instantly released her.
“Don’t apologize,” she said. “I’m not sure what just happened here, but you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Yes. Yes, he had. He’d allowed the most dangerous part of himself loose in her presence, without a reason. Mahesh was no threat. If necessary, Dem could subdue him without resorting to either of his more deadly Talents. Something had happened to trigger the lethal side of his nature, and Dem did not understand what it had been. He didn’t lose control like that. Not since he was a child.
He sent for one of his dogs.
“Dem? Are you all right?”
The irony that she would be concerned about him was not lost on him.
“You should go to the infirmary,” he said. “Doc is expecting you, as is your sister.”
The door opened, and Blaine stepped in.
You will take her to the infirmary, Dem told him, and then escort her back to her quarters. Contact me when that occurs.
Yes, sir.
Dem did not look at Sanah again. Not even when she called his name and moved to intercept him as he strode out the door. Dem trusted Blaine to handle it, and indeed, he heard the irritation in Sanah’s voice as the door closed behind him. “What are you doing? Get out of my way.”
What the hell just happened? Dem was not surprised by Cannon’s sudden contact. Very little happened on this ship that the pirate king was not aware of.
I don’t know.
Are you an immediate threat to anyone?
Are you sure? Cannon did not sound convinced. Because I don’t think we’ve ever had a Killer experience jealousy before. I’m not sure what that will look like, but it can’t be good.
Dem stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. Jealousy?
Yeah, you know, that feeling that made you want to rip out Mahesh’s spine?
No. Killers do not feel.
Okay, so here’s where I tell you not to argue with the empath. You are jealous. And you better deal with it before someone dies.

Author Bio:

Carysa Locke is the pseudonym for writing team Carysa Locke and MaLea Holt, two best friends who have been creating imaginary worlds together for more than twenty years. The worlds they write in exist first as roleplaying games, where much of the bare bones of world building and character development take place. Carysa is a high school English teacher, and MaLea helps support families with special needs children. You might say, they work as super heroes in their day jobs! 
Their obsession with pirates and adventure goes back many years, when they started another hobby together – costuming. They regularly attend Ren-faires and Pirate Festivals. They currently reside in the Pacific Northwest with their families, where they still routinely roleplay and costume together, when they aren’t too busy working on the next novel. 

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Cathryn Cade
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