SFF Saturday - April 07

Welcome to another SFFSat, and thanks to everyone who stops by and leaves awesome comments.  Much appreciated.

This will be the final snippet from my WIP, The Grosjean Chronicles.  The story revolves around Captain Alanis Grosjean, a Space Marine (featured briefly in book 2 of my Lancaster Trilogy).  She's a no-nonsense, fire-breathing lady with beguiling elfin feautres who has an unpredictable temper and poops out nails.  Capt. Grosjean's mission in this tale is to capture the notorious space pirate Norstrom and his crew on board the Drunken Sailor...

In this scene, Grosjean is directing her lieutenant, Ellis, to search the agrostation (this is just before they discover that interesting memo left by Norstrom).  Meanwhile, Dr. Mica looks on at the proceedings...

“What ducks?”

“Ducts, sir.”

“Speak clearly, Ellis.”  Grosjean knew what her lieutenant meant the first time.  She just loved to wind them up, it added to the scare factor she exuded.  Walking to the first metal grating on the floor, she grinned wickedly as Mica raised a brow, staring at her in amusement.

“Why do they call you 'sir'?”

“Why not?” she blinked.  “I’m their superior.”

“But, you’re a…woman.”

“Your point?”  She looked at him blandly.

“Never mind.”  Mica raised his hands defensively.  “Just thought ma’am would be the appropriate title.”

“Ma’am is my mother.  I am not her.  Understood?”  And ‘sir’ equalled scare factor.

“Perfectly.”

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SFF Saturday - March 31

Welcome to another SFFSat, and thanks to everyone who stops by and leaves awesome comments.  Much appreciated.

Continuing with my work in progress, The Grosjean Chronicles.  The story revolves around Captain Alanis Grosjean, a Space Marine (featured briefly in book 2 of my Lancaster Trilogy).  She's a no-nonsense, fire-breathing lady with beguiling elfin feautres who has an unpredictable temper and poops out nails.  Capt. Grosjean's mission in this tale is to capture the notorious space pirate Norstrom and his crew on board the Drunken Sailor...

In this scene, Grosjean and her team open up the crate (you'll remember that from my previous snippet) and find the two missing scientists...

Grosjean scowled as she looked at them; she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep, calming breath.  Someone went to the exacting trouble of leaving two, perfectly impressed handprints on Soong’s breasts using what Grosjean could only assume to be engine oil. 

Soong came around first.  She blinked and pushed her sticky dark hair from her face.

“What happened?  My head is spinning.”  She rubbed a sore spot.

“Can you tell us what happened?”  Grosjean crouched down before the woman.

“Some man came out from behind Pooks,” Soong said in a drone.  She lay back, this time with both hands clutching her head.  “He shot Pooks—missed him by an inch.  And then…boom.”

Grosjean took to mean Pooks was Nalick, then, motioned Ashok to take Nalick’s vitals.  “What happened next?  What did this person look like?”

“Damn good-looking,” Soong blew out a breath and managed a grin.  “Tall, dark, and wicked.  He looked right at me and…winked.”  Then she passed out again.

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SFF Saturday - March 24

Welcome to another SFFSat, and thanks to everyone who stops by and leaves awesome comments.  Much appreciated.

I'm still featuring my work in progress, The Grosjean Chronicles.  The story revolves around Captain Alanis Grosjean, a Space Marine (featured briefly in book 2 of my Lancaster Trilogy).  She's a no-nonsense, fire-breathing lady with beguiling elfin feautres who has an unpredictable temper and poops out nails.  Capt. Grosjean's mission in this tale is to capture the notorious space pirate Norstrom and his crew on board the Drunken Sailor...

In this scene, Capt. Grosjean and her team discover a message from the pirate Norstrom, and we have Dr. Mica's POV as he witnesses Grosjean's reaction.  I might add that Mica is a little infatuated with her...

       Grosjean took a breath; she’d been taking a lot of them since they found the message stuck to the underside of the agrostation.  A magnetic message sticker, one of those fanciful ones that came in different shapes and designs.  This one took the form of a man’s penis, so that when you slid your finger down its shaft, it played back the recorded message. 

       Captain Norstrom had left her a very crude and cocky message, filled with many ‘darlings’ and ‘love bunnys’ and ‘sweehearts.’  A literal taunt and a dare to catch him if she could, and quote, “…just like old times, my Petunia.” 

       Mica could’ve sworn she nearly paled after hearing the recording the patrol found.  In fact, she looked nauseous.  He shuffled a little closer, unable to resist being near her.  Then he realized she might clock him in the eye, so he froze.

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SFF Saturday - March 17

Welcome to another SFFSat. I'm still featuring my work in progress, The Grosjean Chronicles.

The story revolves around Captain Alanis Grosjean, a Space Marine (featured briefly in book 2 of my Lancaster Trilogy).  She's a no-nonsense, fire-breathing lady with beguiling elfin feautres who has an unpredictable temper and poops out nails.  Capt. Grosjean's mission in this tale is to capture the notorious space pirate Norstrom and his crew on board the Drunken Sailor...

In this scene, we meet Norstrom, idly waiting for the arrival of Grosjean.  He's such an adorable character...

       Norstrom sat back on the plush divan couch with a sigh and let out a chuckle.  The Solaris Hotel on Bacchus cost a little bit more, but it was worth it.  Not that money mattered, but wasting it unnecessarily just didn't make sense.  Besides, they made the best pre-dinner canapés in the galaxy.  Especially the devilled eggs.  And he did have a penchant for devilled eggs at the best of times.

       He burped deeply from the champagne.  Grinning, he impressed himself with the length and loudness of his release.  Soon, the eggs would have worked their way through his system and he’d be releasing another sort of build-up.  He looked forward to that prospect.  Idly he hoped Grosjean would be around with witness the event.  She’d always been such a prude about normal bodily functions.  Must be the French in her, he sighed.

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SFF Saturday - March 10

Welcome to another SFFSat. Today I will feature a little snippet from my other work in progress, The Grosjean Chronicles.

The story revolves around Captain Alanis Grosjean, a Space Marine (featured briefly in book 2 of my Lancaster Trilogy).  She's a no-nonsense, fire-breathing lady with beguiling elfin feautres who has an unpredictable temper and poops out nails.

Capt. Grosjean's mission in this tale is to capture the notorious space pirate Norstrom and his crew on board the Drunken Sailor...

In this scene, we have Grosjean and her party in an agrostation searching for some missing scientists, supposedly hidden in a packing crate.


     Ashok and Mica scrambled, resembling digging dogs.  Packing material flew out, wafting briefly in the air before settling.  Grosjean, still not taking chances, stood firm and aimed her weapon.  If Norstrom had a hand in this, she should expect any number of surprises from a spring-loaded clown popping out to an explosion of jellybeans.  She remembered one occasion he’d crammed a space cruiser’s deep freeze with its captain and senior crew—naked except for thermal underwear.  Okay, that was funny, but she still didn’t like surprises.

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