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).
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!
Blurb:
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.
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.
Excerpt:
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.
“Sanah…”
“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.”
“But—”
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?
No.
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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What say you, readers? Ready to mind meld with some hot pirates? I know I am.
Cathryn Cade
Best-selling author of sci fi romance
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