Two more chapters & a big Thank You!

First things, first: We had a much better month in July than we expected. Things naturally slow down around this time, and we lower our expectation to match. But July surprised us. More people are reading (and apparently enjoying) the series than we knew. So here’s a big Thank You to all our readers! We will strive to continue to be worthy of your support!

We sent out our latest newsletter yesterday, with two chapters this time, as small celebration. We’ll have another one ready this coming weekend.

In the meantime, is there anything else you’d like us to address here? Neither of us have cats, so I’m afraid cute kitten pictures are out, but sound off in the comments with your thoughts.

Until next time, happy reading!

Sorry for the radio silence! Yes, new chapters await!

Yes, we’ve had a short spate of radio silence here. But we did send out another new chapter last weekend, and we will do the same this weekend! Thanks for everyone who has been following along with Kris on her new adventures!

For those of you who like to keep track of such things, Apollyon’s Gambit is now at 134,000 words, which equates to about 420 pages in paperback.

And yes, we are also working the novella or short novel (“Absalom’s Hundred”), and we’ll have more on that in the not-too-far future. For the time being, we are concentrating on Apollyon’s Gambit.

Heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you!

Another New Chapter Released!

Our third newsletter with another new chapter from our upcoming book just went out! If you haven’t already signed up to receive our newsletter, please consider it. It’s free, easy, and secure.


Second Newsletter!

Our second newsletter went out last night. So far, we’ve released the prologue and two chapters of our upcoming book to subscribers. So join now to get in on the fun! It’s fast, easy and secure.

And don’t worry: we’ll get you caught up!

Announcing: Apollyon’s Gambit

Apollyon’s Gambit

Today we announce the fourth book in the Loralynn Kennakris series!* Enjoy the sample chapter below! Want more sample chapters? How do you feel about mailing lists? Sound off in the comments!

“Go in harm’s way? Like Hell! I’m gonna put them in harm’s way!”

The war has flared up again, and Senior Lieutenant Loralynn Kennakris is thoroughly pissed off. On the walking-wounded list with a paralyzed arm and unable to fly, her superiors have decided to give her a meaningless promotion and send her off with a diplomatic mission to Iona. For years, tensions have been ramping up between the Nereidian League and its increasingly powerful former colony. It’s the diplomat’s job to defuse them before they explode. Kris’s job is to act as the mission’s ‘military advisor’—which really means looking decorative, fetching coffee, and keeping her mouth shut.

That is, until someone screwed up.

Caught on the wrong side of a military disaster that threatens the League’s whole war effort and forced into a role she never desired, Kris knows she didn’t start this fight. But she’s sure as hell gonna finish it . . . one way or another.

Part II, Chapter One:

Recon Flight Viper Fox, on patrol
Phase Plane Anvil, Mirandan Space

“How many bogies you got, Tanner?” Her voice was cool and smooth, but the med-monitors showed that her blood pressure was already ramping up.

“I got five—that’s five—at tango one forty, nine hundred kips closure.” His voice was thin and tinny over the burst link.

“You got that, Baz?”

“Roger that—got five, I say five. Bearing okay, closure okay.”

Her own T-Synth showed five too—five little red dots starting to spread out in attack formation in T-Synth’s holographic volume. It chewed on their energy profiles and declared them hostile, but she already knew that. “Baz, I make ‘em Halith heavy attack craft. You concur?”

“Oh, they’re Doms all right. Emissions signature looks like Talon-3s.”

“Okay, go to attack pattern delta. Suck it in Tanner, you’re too low.” Obediently, one of the three little blue triangles that indicated her and her wingmen snuggled closer to her port quarter. “Good. Now don’t break it up until I tell you.”

“You got it, Kris.”

The blood chemistry monitors started to light up yellow with stress compounds as her fighter eased down and left. The sphere of the T-Synth rotated as it began to carve maneuver envelopes and velocity vectors through the volume. “I have intercept in four hundred thirty seconds,” she said with a calmness that the med-monitors didn’t reflect.