Please welcome multi-published author Shona Husk with her sci-fi romance story, Ours To Save.
OURS TO SAVE
ES SIREN 9
by Shona Husk
Some secrets are worth killing to protect…
Micah Stone sees Solitaire as a fresh start. With twenty years’ experience in the agriculture industry, he hopes the colony won’t make the same mistakes that were made on Earth.
To most people, Micah looks like a member of the well educated elite, but he’s really a Gaia activist. Not only did he lie about his daughter’s age to get her on board, but his partner is one of the most dangerous women on Siren.
Felicity Valez was once an Army explosives expert, and she was also a member of the radical Gaia Movement. After being sentenced to life for sedition, she wound up on Siren. To protect her partner and daughter while they’re on board, she needs to make sure that no one links the family together.
But her liaisons with Micah have been noted. And when her daughter’s life is threatened Felicity will do the one thing she promised Micah she’d never do again: rig an explosive that will kill.
No one on Siren is safe.
Felicity looked up at the knock on her cell door. It wasn’t exercise or meal time, and it was too early for Micah … besides, he’d only visited two days ago. The knock was more warning than request. The door swung open before she could say anything.
Two male guards stood in the corridor. Beyond them she could hear the voices of the other women. Time out of the cells had been reduced after the riots. This must be their couple of hours of free time. Time she no longer got, even though she’d never joined in with the rioters.
She put her notes about the rivers and underground waterways on Solitaire aside. Awareness prickled down her arms, making the dark hairs spike, but her stare was cold and dead, as though there was nothing but hate inside.
“She’s all yours,” the guard said to the other man. A sergeant. A wiry fellow with shifty eyes and a rather nervous disposition.
Something was off. The sergeant held what looked like a medic’s emergency bag. Her gaze danced to the patches on his uniform. They were correct. The ominous feeling didn’t fade.
“What’s he here for?” She jerked her chin in the medic’s direction.
“Some medical follow-up.” The guard muttered something else, and both men laughed.
She fought to keep her hands unclenched, to appear unthreatened. Smart guards knew that Mr. Stone wouldn’t be happy if someone messed with his piece of tail. She had no idea how Micah had put that word around, but it had worked for the last eleven months. She was hoping that wasn’t about to be tested.
“Won’t take long.” The medic stepped into her cell.
She released a slow breath when the door remained open—not that it meant much, but perhaps she was being overly paranoid.
The medic placed the bag on the small table where she’d been working. “Need yer ‘elp, Felicity.”
Her gaze snapped up. Only Micah called her that.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Nadia Kajewski sends ‘er regards. Apologizes for not being ‘ere in person.”
Felicity hadn’t heard that name in ten years. She kept her breathing even and her face fixed to mild distain. Nadia had been part of Gaia when Felicity had been arrested. She’d been smart, and planned many of the more practical jobs. With her engineering background she’d known exactly where the explosives needed to be placed. But Nadia had never gotten her hands dirty, always letting someone else be on the ground.
Nadia was here. How many other Gaia members were on board? She knew there were some. At first they had tried to befriend her, but she’d made it clear that she wasn’t interested. That had been Micah’s idea. They had to distance themselves from Gaia. While in her heart she still believed Gaia was right, Micah had a point. Gaia wasn’t needed on the new world. As long as the elites didn’t try to fuck everyone over again.
“What does she want?” It wasn’t as though Felicity was in a position to refuse. This man had all the weapons a guard should, right down to the electro-whip. Her gaze lingered. If she stole it …
And then what? Where exactly was she going to run to?
There was nowhere to go. She had to serve out her sentence, and pray to whatever gods lived out here that Micah had the pull to get her close to him and Sadie. It would kill her to be in the same small town but to never able to see them. She wanted her lover and her child back.
“Your ‘elp, same as old times.” He opened the bag. The grip on her shoulder tightened. “You scream or say one word and your pretty little daughter gets all kinds of bad things coming her way.” His grip eased. Then he stroked her cheek. “You’re a bit past it, sweetheart.”
Shona Husk lives in Western Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back.
With over forty published stories, ranging from sensual to scorching, she writes contemporary, paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi romance.
You can find out more at www.shonahusk.com