|A Hero For The Empire|
About the Book
Title A Hero For The Empire
Genre Space Opera Romance
Author Name Christina Westcott
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): PG
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Interview with Christina Westcott
Why did you write this book?
I finally got tired of listening to that strange cast of characters that have lived inside my head for as long as I can remember. I decided to inflict them on the world. I wrote this one because where else could you find a book that lets the cat be a hero?
What is your favorite genre to read?
Science fiction, particularly with a touch of romance. At times, I may cycle through fantasy, paranormal, thrillers and even cozy mysteries, but I always come back to SF because it satisfies my desire to see the world slightly off-kilter from everyone else.
What is your favorite character from fiction (not including your own characters)?
For a romance writer this one will seem to come out of left field, but my favorite fictional character is FBI Special Agent A.X.L. Pendergast, from the supernatural thrillers by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child—most notably Relic, Reliquary and the totally creepy Still Life With Crows. He is droll, urbane, and cultured, but knows a hundred ways to kill a man in a second—and doesn't hesitate to use them. I like that in a man. Does that make me sound weird?
Do you enjoy films and/or TV shows? Which are your favorites?
Star Wars—the first one—had a seminal effect on me. It sparked my desire to finally write down all those stories in my head and the battle for the Deathstar made me want to take up flying lessons. I always look forward to the summer movie season because that's when the "popcorn" films come out—those huge blockbusters with lots of special effects, explosions and romance. Like this year's X-Men-Days of Future Past and Guardians of the Galaxy.
What are you working on at the moment, and what are we likely to see from you in the coming months?
I'm hard at work on Cypher, the sequel to Hero, where we get to find out what happens the day after the first book ends. Needless to say, I get my characters in a lot more trouble and a very unusual love triangle.
Please tell us about your latest book.
Commander Kimber FitzWarren is running on borrowed time. The cybernetic augmentations that give her superhuman strength and speed have also shortened her life. The success of her next mission is imperative, not only to save her Empire, but because this operation could be her last. She and a cabal of idealistic officers are plotting to topple the corrupt Imperial government. The key to placing missing military legend Arianne Ransahov on the throne lies with the one man who can find her, mercenary Wolf Youngblood.
Having just survived an Imperial assassination attempt, Wolf is understandably on edge when Fitz shows up in his bedroom at 0-dark-30. Except she isn't there to kill him, but to plead for his help. Help he's reluctant to give—until another assassin pushes the issue. Pursued by Imperial forces, left with no one to depend on but each other, a passion grows between them that even their secrets can't destroy.
But before they can explore what's left of their future, they have to survive the mission.
Warning: Space is no place to go it alone. We recommend taking along a telepathic cat, an immortal mercenary, and a cybernetically augmented Imperial SpecOps agent. You never know what kind of trouble you'll run into...
He pulled her into his bedroom, shutting the door in Jumper's face.
Fitz peeled off her tee, wanting to feel her breasts against his chest, skin to skin. Her breath caught in her throat. The scars. In her passion, she'd forgotten about her scars. She watched him, waiting for the light of desire to leave his eyes, replaced by pity or disgust.
All she saw in them was hunger as he ground her against his chest. He kissed her jaw, her neck and down to the hollow of her throat. Fitz urgently fumbled with his other gun belt, pulling the heavy weapon free. It stubbornly refused to come off, and she remembered the tie down straps on his thigh. Her fingers skimmed along the smooth fabric of his running shorts, loosened the buckles and slid the belt to the floor.
She stroked the silky fabric encasing his thigh, sliding her hand upward to caress the hard bulge of his erection. Against her neck, she felt his sharp intake of breath followed by a wicked chuckle. Her fingers brushed the length of him, lightly at first, but then more demanding.
"I love seeing you in those shorts, but I want them off. Immediately." She tugged at the waistband.
"Aye, aye, Captain." Wolf gave a jaunty salute. He skinned off the offending items and sat on the bed tugging at his bootlaces, cursing as his haste tangled them. After he'd pulled off his boots and tossed them, he stopped to take the slug thrower from its holster and place it on the nightstand with its grip facing toward the bed. She wondered if the habit was so ingrained in him that even in the depths of passion he couldn't forget. He also extracted a module from the belt pouch, turned it on and placed it next to the weapon. Her ears felt the change in pressure of a suppression field activating.
"You're afraid someone might be monitoring our lovemaking?" She stroked her hand down his face.
"No, but it does have an anti-telepathic function."
She leaned forward to kiss him, but stopped. "Jumper?"
"I wouldn't put anything past the fuzzy little pervert." His chuckle was deep and suggestive as he unfastened her pants. Her skin tingled under his hands as he slid the rest of her clothes to the floor.
"Lights, off," she said.
"Belay that order. Lights on. I want to see you."
"I know you're self-conscious about the scars, but you're a beautiful woman, Kimber. The scars are a part of who you are, so they can't be anything but beautiful, too." He nuzzled the skin between her breasts, tongue caressing the long raised ridge bisecting her chest.
She buried her face in his hair, tangling her fingers in its golden silkiness. He took her nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking until she knew she'd explode if she didn't have this man right now. She forced him back onto the bed, straddling his stomach, pinning his arms above his head and covering his mouth hungrily.
"Ah, now I understand," he said, when she allowed him to breathe again. "You're going to be one of those captains who forces her crew to do despicable things. So, what's your first order?" He waggled his eyebrows.
"I order you to pleasure your captain."
"I can do that." He twisted so quickly she barely had time to realize he'd moved before she found herself on her back pinned beneath him.
As long as she can remember, Christina Westcott has had imaginary people living in her head. Cyborgs, mercenaries, wizards, dragons and cats. Lots of cats—shape-shifting cats, talking cats and telepathic cats. After continual nagging from this bizarre cast of characters inside her, Chris decided to turn them loose on the world in her science fiction and fantasy stories. She's been an inveterate collector of not only books and cats, but of experiences, riding in rodeos, driving racecars and flying airplanes. All good experience for becoming a writer.
She lives in sunny Southwest Florida where she delights in telling all her friends "up
north" the local temperature in the middle of January and she proudly wears the moniker 'Crazy Cat Lady'.