New Sion
Romantic Sci-fi novel,
available at Amazon in
paperback or e-book
Pretending to be a man isn’t easy.
Finn Colville has pulled it off for years, but things get complicated when she
falls for her new bounty hunting partner, Eamon Sullivan. On the planet New
Sion, it’s against the law for a woman to wear pants and carry a gun, much less
shoot people for a living. What will happen if Eamon discovers her secret?
On a backwater planet, at the edge
of a galactic war, one man, one woman, and one desperate alien cross paths.
Together they embark on the road trip of a lifetime, bound for revelation and
redemption.
Excerpt
They rode north for a couple of hours then stopped around
noon. It was a warm day, so they made camp beside a small river where they
could swim and do some washing. Eamon took the first dip, while Finn rested in
a patch of shade.
It was perfectly clear weather, like a final breath of
summer. She lay staring up through the swaying sweetbark fronds. They made a
lovely pattern against the cloudless blue sky. In the brush beside the river, birds
rustled and sang, adding their music to that of the flowing water. The tang of
Satan’s vine drifted through the air along with the spicy scent of redthorn
thickets warmed in the sun.
Finn felt happy, despite her hurting side. She wouldn’t
have minded going on like this for a long time, riding a little further each
day, seeing the countryside, enjoying her friendship with Eamon.
She heard him whoop as he plunged into the water, and she
couldn’t resist looking toward the river. The bushes along the bank formed a
partial screen, but she could still see him swimming and splashing about.
The water must have been cold, because he didn’t stay in
long. Soon he was standing in the shallows, scrubbing himself with a bar of
soap before jumping back in the river to rinse off. With a curious thrill, she
observed all of his actions. In her entire life, she’d never seen a man with no
clothes on.
Eamon was nicely formed, with long lean lines to his
body. He looked fit and strong, but not bulky. She watched him putting on his
trousers and washing the rest of his clothes. He spread them over the bushes to
dry. She liked the way he moved, his muscles bunching and stretching under his
skin.
“Oh brother,” she muttered, realizing her mistake. He
looked too good, and this wasn’t going to help the situation.
She changed position, turning her back to the river,
trying to close her eyes for a nap. Of course, she wasn’t remotely sleepy now.
The afternoon’s heat smothered her, and she sat up, taking off her boots and
rolling up the sleeves of her shirt.
“You ready?” Eamon called, walking up from the river. He
was shirtless and barefoot, his hair still damp from the swim. “The water’s
chilly, but it feels good to wash. I’m glad you suggested it.”
Author Bio
Since
her childhood, growing up in New Zealand, Diana has been an avid storyteller.
For years she enjoyed teaching art and special education, while continuing to
write as a hobby. After she developed chronic fatigue syndrome, a career change
was necessary, but happily this led her to become a professional author.
Diana’s
favorite genres are fantasy, science fiction, historical, and romance. She
currently lives in beautiful Washington State, where she writes for The Wild
Rose Press.
For
information about Diana’s other books, reviews, excerpts, and book trailers, visit
her website at
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