The new stuff

The new stuff

Happy cinco de Mayo all! and Happy May the 4th be with you for yesterday as well.

I figured it was time to give everyone an update and let people know what’s coming next, now that After the Storm is over… for now. For those of you that actually want more, there will be more of that. Right now though I’m working on a new project, that will keep you wanting to read more.

It doesn’t have a working title yet and I’m not sure how many books it will be made up of. I’ve switched gears a little bit and moved from post apocalyptic to good old fashioned Sci Fi! I’ve always been a fan of Star Wars, Star Trek, BSG (both old and new) as well as shows like Firefly. So, once I wrapped up After the Storm I was trying to figure out where to go next and Sci Fi seemed like the perfect answer! I’m going to be shooting for a BSG (new version) / Firefly type feel for my story. Think gritty with some humor and lots of action and adventure… Sounds like fun right? Well I thought it did.

AS I said, I will be getting back to the After the Storm universe, but it probably won’t be until after the first book of this new series. So, if you’re desperately looking for some more of Mack and his friends, please just hold on, you will see them again sometime.

For now take a peek at what I’ve been working on for this new story… remember it is in the ROUGH draft stage and hasn’t been edited yet. Oh and if you love it drop me a line and let me know.. I suppose you can drop me a line and tell me you hate it as well. Any feedback is good!

Have a great weekend all, and enjoy!




“Honey, I’m home!” he heard as his eyes popped open with a start. “You’re married?” he asked as he jumped up and began pulling up his pants.

“No!” the girl, who was still lying in the bed, bathed in fresh post coital sweat exclaimed.

“Then who’s honey?” he asked while shoving his feet into his boots and grabbing his shirt.

“That’s my dad,” she answered with a sly grin.

“WHAT? You still live with your father? How old are you?” he asked, scanning the room for an exit. Spotting the window on the other side of the bed, he darted toward it as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside the room.

“My flower bloomed last cycle, I’m plenty old!” she huffed indignantly.

“LAST CYCLE! That means you’re only like… I need to go. Oh what the… I really need to go,” he said on the verge of panic. He shoved the window to the side and looked out to see how far the drop was.

“Honey, are you awake?” a deep voice asked a moment before there was a heavy rap on the bedroom door.

“Just a minute daddy, I’m not dressed,” she called out.

“You don’t have to go. I’m sure that my father will understand, once we tell him about our feelings for each other,” she whispered.

“Our what? Yeah about that, I had no idea that you were that young. I really need to go now. It’s not you it’s me,” he hissed, straddling the window sill. How could she have been that young when I picked her up in one of the clubs in the party district? Or at least he thought he had picked her up there. Everything was still kind of fuzzy. “Listen kid it was nice to meet you, thanks for a great night, but I gotta go before your dad finds me,” he whispered as he swung his other leg out the window and took a deep breath before pushing off and dropping from the second floor window.

“Call me, Baz!” he heard her say as he ran down the street.

“Nope, no I will not be calling you,” Baz said to himself, shaking his head as he ran. He soon turned down an alley that led to the main boulevard. Glancing down at his watch he cursed and sped up. If he didn’t hurry he was going to be late. After finding out what he knew now about the young lady, whose name he didn’t quite remember, the last thing he wanted was to be stuck on this rock.

He ran full speed past all the merchant stalls and tiny restaurants trying to sucker people into buying their overpriced goods. He was immune to all of that after seeing it so many times. He wove his way through the crowds, occasionally apologizing for jostling someone a bit too roughly. At the end of the street, he could see the fence and the guard post ahead of him. The crowd thinned slightly as the stalls ended. They had to be a certain distance from the fence for security reasons. He barreled down on the guard post at full speed. One of the men saw him and started to draw his weapon, not recognizing who he was.

Baz grabbed his badge that forever hung around his neck, and waved it at the younger man in front of him. The man nodded and visibly relaxed as he tried to read the small identification as Baz ran in place until the guard gave him the “Okay” to go inside. “Thanks,” Baz said as he bolted off. He was in the home stretch now. All he had to do was get to the end of this one street. Glancing down at his watch he grinned and nodded slowly. I should be fine, he thought to himself.

His smile widened as he came around a bend in the road and saw his destination looming in front of him. The street ended in the “docks”. It was the area that all the larger ships put down in and his was the largest. The Antilles was the grand daddy of the whole fleet. It had also been Baz’s home for the last four cycles. He slowed as he reached the gangway leading up into the giant grey behemoth. The guard at the end of it shook his head as Baz approached. “You’re over an hour late,” he stated with disdain.

“Yeah, but she was worth it,” Baz said as he started up the wide metal ramp, “Well she was, until I found out how old she was,” he said, wincing. He heard the guard chuckle as he disappeared into the belly of the ship.

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