This is my stop during the blog tour for Destiny of the Queen by Jacqueline Patricks. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 29 May till 11 June. See the tour schedule here.
Destiny of the Queen (The Brajj #3)
By Jacqueline Patricks
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 6 May, 2017
Blurb:
Can a goddess find redemption? Can a soldier find purpose?
When you think all is lost,
When you believe life is meaningless,
Sometimes your destiny is revealed.
If you’re willing to see the signs,
And brave enough to fight,
Sometimes you can change worlds.
Rejoin Cass, Jeamon, Lewis, and Ta'mat as they deal with the ramifications of Ta'mat's insanity and General Neville's betrayal. The few Brajj remaining with Cass and Jeamon are now under Dr. Saniya's control.
Meanwhile, a world away, Captain Lewis and Ta'mat struggle with their strange bond inside his mind as they unravel the mystery of their new circumstances. Where did Ta'mat's wormhole transport them? Why? Is there some greater destiny unfolding? Where does freewill end and destiny begin?
The stunning conclusion to the Brajj trilogy!
“You lost him?” Cass jumped from her chair and accidentally hit the round melamine table, tipping her paper cup of coffee on its edge.
“Lewis!” Jeamon smacked the table as he stood, finishing off the cup’s precarious balance. A river of brown liquid spilled over the edge of the table, splashing onto the floor.
Lars threw his full cup across the room. Coffee exploded against the vending machines and the ubiquitous white wall behind it.
Mathews sulked in her chair, arms crossed, and chin to her chest. “Figures.”
Dr. Saniya sighed and bowed her head. “I understand how distressing this must be for all of you.”
Lars and Mathews exchanged pissed off looks while Cass sputtered and Jeamon growled.
Lunging at Dr. Saniya, Lars said, “No, doc, I really don’t think you do. We’ve been stuck in here for hours, then you come tell us you lost our captain?”
Cass circled the table, stepping over the puddle of her coffee, her bare feet padding on the highly-waxed, industrial tile. Sometime during the earlier conflict, she’d lost the slippers Ta’mat favored and had yet to acquire a new pair of shoes. Not that she cared about shoes when Lewis’ life was in danger. Taking a deep breath, she waved the others back and approached Dr. Saniya as a colleague rather than an enemy.
“Dr. Saniya,” Cass said, “exactly what do you mean when you say, ‘you lost him’?”
Although Dr. Saniya’s expression eased, her eyes darted around the room. “Well, Dr. Baros, that’s difficult to say.”
Cass sensed the frustrated energy of her friends and felt, rather than saw, Jeamon, Lars, and Mathews march from the far side of the break room to stand next to her. She wrinkled her nose at the pungency of everyone’s clothes arriving a second before them. Dirt caked Lars and Mathews’ uniforms, Cass’ gauzy blue dress hung in tatters, and Jeamon’s iridescent black Brajj tunic and pants were torn and ragged. Blood matted his long pale hair, which hung unbraided and tangled. All of them looked like they’d survived a life and death fight—an accurate assessment.
Cass feigned a smile. “Try.”
Dr. Saniya adjusted the collar of her lab coat. “Dr. Umi and I were assessing Captain Lewis and the entity known as Ta’mat within his psyche, when he became extremely agitated.”
Lars snorted and shuffled his feet. “I bet.”
Dr. Saniya glared at Lars but continued in a dispassionate voice, “He escaped the exam room and made it into the main passageway. During the recapture,” she wrung her hands, “he, well…”
“What?” Mathews asked.
“He jumped through a wormhole.”
“My God. What’ve you done?” Cass closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand.
Jeamon wrapped her in a hug. “Lewis is strong. He will survive.”
Cass pressed her face to Jeamon’s chest, shaking her head. “You don’t understand.”
Dr. Saniya moved closer, one hand reaching out before she stopped and lowered her arm. “What do you mean?”
“I mean if he was,” she gave Dr. Saniya a pointed look, “extremely agitated when Ta’matcreated the wormhole then there’s no telling where they are, or if they’re still alive.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I’m very serious, Sergeant.” Cass slipped from Jeamon’s embrace but remained at his side, her hand clasped in his. “From what I learned while Ta’mat was a part of me, dark energy is very unstable when it’s used to manipulate strings. If Ta’mat was not completely focused at the time, then likely she was unable to select where the wormhole ended.”
“Hang on.” Mathews massaged her temples and grimaced. “Dark energy? Strings?”
Dr. Saniya touched Cass’ forearm. “You’re certain of this?”
“Absolutely.”
“What does this mean? Manipulate strings?” Jeamon asked.
Cass squeezed his hand and gave him a gentle look. “She’s able to change the frequency and vibration of the fabric of the universe, which means, in most cases, she can change the universe to her desires. Any universe.”
“This is how she became a goddess?” Jeamon asked.
Cass frowned. “She’s not a goddess. She’s what’s left of a twisted human being. It took a tremendous amount of skill for Ta’mat to gain her powers because they go against the very nature of the cosmos. She shouldn't be able to do these things, but she's attained a higher state of non-physical existence.”
“I wondered how she was able to do such amazing feats.” Dr. Saniya’s gaze intensified. “You must tell me more!”
“No one should possess such power.” Cass crossed her arms and jutted a leg. “What about you telling us what you’ve done with Jeamon’s people?”
“Now, Dr. Baros...”
Growling, Jeamon moved closer to Dr. Saniya.
“Yeah, doc,” Lars said. “What’s up with them?”
Dr. Saniya moved back. “You don’t have the authority–”
Cass gasped. “Authority?”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Mathews said.
Lars and Mathews closed ranks with Cass and Jeamon.
“I only meant, that is...” Dr. Saniya pressed something clipped to her pants’ waistband.
Lars snagged her wrist, twisting it away from her torso. “Whatcha got there, doc?”
“It’s nothing.” She presented opened palms.
Lars unclipped a black square from her pants. A small red light blinked at one end. He shared an irritated look with Cass. “Shit.”
Two guards dressed in black fatigues rushed into the break room, weapons drawn. “Is there a problem, Doctor?”
“Everything is under control.” Dr. Saniya broke her wrist free from Lars’ grip. “Isn’t it, Sergeant Lars?”
Lars turned to Cass, who nodded. “Sure, Doc,” he said as he handed back the personal alarm then carefully moved out of Dr. Saniya’s space. “Things are great.”
The guards lowered their weapons and relaxed. “In that case,” one guard said, “you won’t mind if we stay here.”
“Nope,” Lars waved a hand towards the empty chairs. “Make yourselves comfy.”
Dr. Saniya’s wooden smile never reached her eyes. “We’d all like to stay friendly.”
“Friendly?” Cass said. “Is that what you’re calling locking us in here?”
“Dr. Baros,” Dr. Saniya extended her opened hands, “please remember that all of you insisted on accompanying the captain and the Brajj refugees to my facility against my wishes.”
Mathews tensed. “Damn right!”
Dr. Saniya continued, “I want to help you any way I can, but as I initially informed all of you, security measures must be observed.”
Cass pressed further. “But why keep us separated from Jeamon's people?”
“For your safety.”
Lars spread his arms and looked around. “This is safe?”
“You don’t understand.”
“The hell we don’t. You’re experimenting on them!” Mathews said.
“Of course not!” Dr. Saniya shied, pulling her hands inward.
Jeamon stepped forward. “We find your explanations difficult to believe. What harm could befall us? Why keep us separated?”
“The Brajj need to be quarantined for at least thirty da–”
“Bullshit!”
“Sergeant,” Cass placed a warning hand on his arm, “she’s not wrong about that.”
“What about Jeamon?” Lars waved at him. “I know he didn’t go through quarantine. And you, Cass?”
“Excellent question, Dr. Saniya,” Cass said.
“True, while you’ve both been here for nearly a week, mixing with the general public, without adverse effects, General Neville should’ve initiated quarantine procedures upon your arrival. Unfortunately, any damage is done, and I can hardly justify quarantine now other than to keep you confined to a limited area in my facility.” Dr. Saniya checked her watch then shoved her hands into her lab coat pockets. “If there’s nothing else…?”
“You’re leaving?” Cass asked.
Dr. Saniya shrugged. “If you’ve nothing further to add than arguments, I’m afraid I have a full schedule of research awaiting me.” She turned and walked to the exit, signaling to the guards, who moved closer to the four of them. “They will escort you off site.”
Cass bit her lower lip and exchanged worried looks with Jeamon, Lars, and Mathews. Jeamonrubbed his fingers together and reached for something at his hip, then frowned. Cass recalled a vague memory seen through Ta’mat’s mind. His whip. She destroyed it. Then, feeling suddenly aware of her poverty-striven state, Cass looked down at her shabby, filthy dress and bare feet. Did her bank accounts still exist? Did anyone remember her? Did she have anything she could claim in this version of Earth?
“So that’s it?” Cass asked.
Dr. Saniya paused in the open doorway. “Pardon?”
“Cass?” Jeamon tugged on her hand.
Cass glanced back at him, winked, then slipped from his grasp and approached Dr. Saniya. “You’ve gotten everything you can from Lewis, so you kick us out and keep Jeamon’speople?”
“Doctor?” The guards tensed and shifted their weapons upwards again.
“It’s alright, Carson.” Dr. Saniya moved past the guards, waving their weapons down. “Dr. Baros, did you have something else in mind?”
“You want information.”
“Go on.”
“You want to know more regarding the Brajj and their technology. Correct?”
Dr. Saniya pursed her lips. “You know this to be true.”
“What if,” Cass looked at her friends once again, seeing comprehension dawn in their eyes before she faced Dr. Saniya again, “what if all of us remained here in exchange for our cooperation with your research?”
“Your,” the doctor gazed at each one of them, “full cooperation?”
Lars crossed his arms over his chest and grunted. “We need full disclosure at every step.”
Cass and the others murmured in agreement. “No secrets,” Cass added.
Dr. Saniya nodded. “Yes, of course. I merely wish to gain a broader understanding of the Brajjand everything you’ve experienced, particularly in regard to this Ta’mat and her abilities.”
Mathews scowled and backed away from the group. “I don’t know about this.”
Dr. Saniya added, “You’ll be compensated as well as given full access to the guest facilities.”
Lars rubbed his scalp as he barked out a short laugh. “So, you can keep a short leash on us.”
Dr. Saniya showed her palms in a gesture of surrender. “Must everything be suspicious to you?”
“Forgive my friend, Doctor,” Jeamon tilted his head toward Lars, “but we have dealt with an enormous amount of difficulties.”
“Difficulties?” Mathews fake coughed into her fist.
Jeamon bowed his head at Mathews, who sighed heavily then shrugged and stared off.
Jeamon continued, “And now you expect us to trust you after telling us of Lewis’ disappearance while in your custody?”
“I do not expect that,” Dr. Saniya said. “I’m hoping to gain your trust, so we can discover how to locate Captain Lewis and return him here.”
“So you can experiment on him?” Cass asked.
“I want to help him.”
Cass faced Jeamon while Lars leaned closer and Mathews hovered farther away. “What do you guys think?” Cass asked.
“I think she’s a fucking liar,” Mathews said in a loud voice as she glared over Cass’ head at the doctor.
Cass suppressed a sharp laugh and resisted turning around to check Dr. Saniya’s expression. Surely it showed further displeasure. “Yes, but do you think it’s worth taking a chance?”
Mathews’ lips twisted. “More than coming here in the first place?”
“Good point, Beth.” Cass ran her hands through her frizzed hair, then scratched her face. Everything itched. A shower would be nice. When was the last time Ta’mat bathed while using her body? Not since leaving the Brajj world at least, and the Brajj didn’t have showers just shallow, freshwater pools. Really not the same. Cass rolled her head, cracking her neck. “God, what I wouldn’t do to feel normal again.”
Jeamon rubbed Cass’ neck with one hand until she groaned and her eyes fluttered shut. “I think we should stay,” he said. “I cannot leave Lewis behind, no matter how long it takes to find him.”
Eyes snapping open, Cass met Jeamon’s intense sidelong gaze. “I agree.”
“Guess we’re staying at the creepy underground government facility, then.” Lars said, grinning.
Mathews yawned, her hand barely covering the excited glint in her eyes. “Looks like.”
Excerpt #2:
Captain Keela Melton stared through the narrow observation window in her stateroom of the Fatum Reginae, the pride of Earth’s Global Space Fleet. Only a tiny portion of the Milky Way floated in her view, the myriad stars shining with their usual distortion caused by their velocity. Soon the distortion would fade, but not according to schedule.
Keela rolled her head, stretching her tense neck muscles. Usually, she cherished these rare chances to enjoy the view; however, this hiatus came at too high a cost. Over a year, she’d committed the Fatum Reginae to her deceleration schedule, ordering the ship rotated 180º as it neared their destination. This physical change in aspect allowed the engines’ exhaust to gradually slow the ship’s velocity while allowing for minor course corrections; at least it did before he arrived.
How much fuel have we burned to maintain our position relative to our original coordinates? How far off the grid were we kicked off? Will the engineers be able to reestablish the connection to Earth, or perhaps another ship?
Keela shifted her stance, sliding her boots along the ribbed plating of the deck before resuming her wide-legged position. Clasping and unclasping her hands at the small of her back, she inhaled deeply and dipped her head to study the deck. What was she to do with Lewis? She clenched her fingers in a double fist. Could he be…? Was it possible that he was…?
Again, she raised her head to her private observation bubble. If only she might see the truth this close to the constellation of Scorpius, though it looked quite different from this vantage point rather than from Earth. Decades upon decades of interstellar travel, years of retrofitting the Fatum Reginae to keep her in top condition, only to have this single freak occurrence jeopardize everything now they were in the final stages of completing their mission.
“So, close,” she whispered, indulging in verbal expression as she gazed at the incredible sight of the orange-red star Gliese 667C dominating the heavens. Squinting, Keela placed the palm of her right hand on the curved window and leaned closer. Cloaked within the glow of the star’s corona orbited their new home—the exoplanet Gliese 667Cc. The surface of the double-reinforced transparent ceramic chilled her skin, sending goose flesh up her arm. Such a small target compared to all the cosmos, and yet it beckoned with humanity’s future.
And this Captain Lewis… What did it mean to have him arrive on her ship? Acting like a man out of time? By wormhole no less? It was as if her ancestors spoke to her. “Damnation!” She slapped the window. Too many questions, too few answers, and no time after generations of waiting.
An alert flashed in her cortical implant, followed by the ship’s artificial intelligence computer, Gina, announcing in a bland alto voice over her secure, personal network, [Ship’s report and damage assessment ready, Captain.]
And now for the bill, as my great-grandfather used to say. She closed her eyes in preparation for a data dump into her c-plant. Information downloads this large tended to give her headaches, a dreaded necessary part of her job. [Proceed.]
Before Gina began a low chime sounded in her ear, and Gina announced on her personal network, [Lieutenant Faust to see you, Captain.]
Whispering a verbal curse, Keela turned from the window, straightened her uniform, cleared her throat, and made her expression stern before giving Faust clearance to enter.
The hatch slide open, grinding a bit at the last. It required another servo upgrade. Gina listed it as yellow immediacy as soon as Keela noticed it, but without spare parts on board and no way to retrieve any from Earth now that they were off the grid, it would have to wait. She pinched her lips tighter. Think about that later.
The insanely blond, blue-eyed Lieutenant Maximillian Faust entered, coming to a halt several feet from her. He rapped the heels of his boots together with gusto, and the sound traveled her small open lounge without obstruction.
Keela held back a frustrated sigh. How does he get the thick, soft-soled leather to click? Faust only did that when he was irritated, and he was irritated a lot, so she heard it often. Now, though, his position of attention appeared more rigid than usual. He breathed without visibly moving his chest. Now what?
Having him as her executive officer for the past two years had proved an exercise in patience. Learning how to best utilize his strict organizational abilities and adherence to absolute protocol within her preference for a more laidback command structure proved trying. Over time, she’d come to accept that his purebred human genetics and Pax connections tended to rub her the wrong way and shortened his leash accordingly, as neither helped her sanity. The proximity must be wearing on him as well, as evidenced by his earlier outburst during Lewis’ arrest. Her lieutenant might disagree on her command style, but he’d never disagreed with her in public before. Their mission couldn’t end soon enough if no other reason than to be rid of this irksome professional relationship.
Staring into his eyes, she granted him access to her private net. [Report, Lieutenant.]
[Ma’am, the prisoner is secured.]
[Good, at ease.] Keela relaxed her stance, then narrowed her eyes when Faust remained braced. [Something else, Lieutenant?]
[Ma’am, I–] He blinked several times, and then, starting at his uniform’s stiff mandarin collar, he blushed. It crept over his pale complexion until his face glowed.
Highly unusual. Faust hesitant and off kilter? Warmth bloomed in her chest, and Keela fought against the smile wanting to escape. Seeing him so flustered softened her somewhat. Perhaps he was human after all.
[By all that’s sacred,] she waved a hand at him, [at ease and speak freely.] Else we’ll be here until the multiverse collapses.
He exhaled, lowering his broad shoulders a centimeter. [Yes, ma’am.] His gaze dropped to the deck, then back up. [The prisoner, ma’am.]
[Yes?]
His gaze steadied. [Why have you decided to show him mercy? The Regulations clearly state–]
[I know what the regs state.] How to explain a sense of fate to someone like Faust when she barely understood it herself?
Keela pursed her lips and crossed the open area towards him. She itched with self-consciousness as he studied her every move for additional clues to her thoughts and emotional state. While their c-plants’ networks were connected for consciously projected thoughts and preprogrammed emotional response icons and color alerts, privacy was extremely valued and any volition of it, conscious or unconscious was dealt with, severely.
As the captain, her cabin was not only the largest, but it was also the only one with both an attached lounge area and conference room for accommodating visiting dignitaries or officers from other ships. Even so, she needed but a few steps to bring herself face to face with him. Keeping her expression blank, she asked aloud, “You think I’m too lenient, Faust?”
Faust flicked his eyes down at her from his extra centimeters in height. Shock fogged his visage and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He hated verbal communication. Pax forbad it, believing it to be in the realm of primitive function. GRE still allowed it as a backup form of communication, knowing technology rarely supported all possibilities.
Eyes flashing, his shoulders re-tensed. He would not back down from this. [The … regulations are clear, ma’am. Unauthorized wormholes endanger a ship, its crew, and the superluminal link.]
[Faust.]
[However he accomplished it, he knocked the Fatum Reginae off the grid, possibility damaging both permanently.]
Keela crossed her arms. [Since you’ve decided to rant about issues I am well aware of and interrupted Gina’s report, please continue with the ship’s status.]
Faust gaped for a second, and then he slammed his mouth shut, braced to attention, and stared at a random point over her head. [Yes, ma’am! It’s serious but contained. I ordered…]
Keela listened with to her c-plant while Faust listed the damage to her crew and ship. Faust was well aware of Gina’s processing ability far outstripped any organic being, but as second-in-command, his duties included knowledge of the ship’s status and the ability to accurately relay them to her upon request. Should he fail, her prerogative included a range discipline from administrative punishment to demotion all to way to dishonorable discharge. As a captain of a GFE ship, she held absolute power over every member of her crew, and the loopholes the regulations presented to her, until they returned to Earth.
Pacing around him, she slipped her hands to the small of her back while he listed all sections clear except superluminal engineering and the gravity well. [Casualties?] she asked, pausing behind him.
[Numerous minor injuries and, ah…] His c-plant emoticon lit up red, alerting her to priority one information.
[Yes?]
[Two fatalities and several injured in engineering, serious but Dr. Mata reports they’ll fully recover, ma’am.]
[Time frame?]
[No more than a full ship cycle, ma’am. Dr. Mata reports their burns and genetic damage from the gravity fluctuations are responding well to the regen.]
[Thirty days?] Keela suppressed a groan and clenched her fingers together behind her back as she paced around to his front. [The fatalities?]
Faust cleared his throat.
[The fatalities, ma’am,] He paused.
[Yes?]
[Both the SLEs.]
Keela rocked back on her heels and speaking aloud. “How?”
[Apparently, after the unauthorized wormhole disrupted our grid link, Montoya broke protocol and joined Indira at the control station to provide assistance.] Faust dipped his head in respect to their colleagues. [Both were lost when Reginae’s gravity well destabilized and caused it to go rogue.]
[Damnation.] Keela bowed her head. [Both.]
[Yes, ma’am.]
[You did have your suspicions about them.]
[Yes, ma’am.] He wisely refrained from commenting further.
She should’ve separated them, assigned Montoya—the least experienced—to another ship. Romantic entanglements never ended well while shipboard, and there was a reason regulations forbid them. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes for a moment while her imagination generated a horrid picture of the two brilliant crewmembers torn to atoms by gravity unleashed from their control. She pictured Indira screaming for him to stay back, to let her handle the rouge fluctuations, while Montoya, driven by love, ignored her pleas and protocol.
Over her career, gravity fluctuations had taken the lives of a few superluminal engineers, but due to safety protocols the loss of a ship’s primary and secondary SLE was unprecedented. Montoya should’ve kept his distance and allowed Indira to handle the failing gravity well alone, even if it meant her death.
SL engineering was a high-risk job and few applicants passed the initial screening process, lacking the genetic component to manipulate gravity. Fewer still graduated as SLEs, so losing two SLEs posed a great professional and personal loss. She thanked her ancestors the Reginaehadn’t been reduced to subparticles, too.
[Ma’am, without the grid link we’ll be unable to connect with Earth for resupply–]
She raised a hand, palm flat. [Don’t start, Faust. What about the sublight engines?]
He pinched his lips, and Keela thought a corner of them twitched. [They suffered minor damage, being repaired now, but according to the calculations, ma’am, if we are unable to reestablish a grid link we’ll run out of DT in two weeks maximum.]
[Our fuel is that low?]
[If you’ll remember, ma’am, the last resupply shorted us.]
Keela nodded slowly and walked back to her window, her back to Faust. Of course, she remembered; something about an entry error from Earth Procurement that caused their delivery of deuterium-tritium to be cut in half. At the time, Keela decided an emergency supply request was unnecessary since their backup supply would last until the next cycle, or so she’d thought until an unexpected and unauthorized wormhole disrupted the Reginae’sconnection to the superluminal grid less than twenty-four hours ago leaving them cut off from Earth.
Ancestors save us. She clenched her fists. [What’s the status of repairs to the gravity well?]
Faust cleared his throat. [Repairs are 100% failure rate.]
She glanced over her shoulder.
[Ma’am, the damage is too extensive. Currently none of our engineers have been able to repair the well to functionality
She spun around. [None?]
[And final repairs, if possible, are projected beyond the DT fuel supply.]
[But that’s…] Keela locked her knees, bracing herself against a wave of dizziness. Never in her five years as captain and almost twenty years in the Navy had she heard of any engineer being unable repair a gravity well. A full rebuild must be required.
[Impossible?] Faust said in a soft voice. Wry humor laced his tone.
She coughed and placed her hands to the small of her back. [Nothing’s impossible, Lieutenant. I thought you were a true believer.]
[I am, ma’am.] His mouth curled into an odd smile. [However, we believe that all possibilities exist within the fabric of the multiverse, therefore believing that something is impossible is irrelevant since impossibility is, itself, a possibility.]
She strolled towards him. [I’m afraid I never did accept the conundrum. If all things are possible, and impossibility is a possibility, then doesn’t one cancel the other out?]
He inclined his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners. [It’s a matter of faith, ma’am. As a true believer, the belief in duality is the core of Pax. I’d be honored to discuss it in detail with you someday.]
She smiled. [Perhaps.] Keela raised her network firewall to maximum security and revoked his temporary access, thereby disconnecting his c-plant from hers.
He’d moved without her permission, the slight nod. She could discipline him further if she wished. Instead she averted her gaze, ignoring his casual breaking of protocol. Talk of Paxalways made him relax, and she had no desire of pursue of punishment of him.
Exhaustion blanketed her, sapping the strength from her muscles until every inch of her ached. She waved a hand at him haphazardly and turned away.
Faust didn’t answer and moments later her door whooshed open then shut, leaving her to stare at the distant star Gliese 667 C and the planets she knew hid within its orange-red glow, one planet in particular.
Top Ten
We got to ask the author who there top ten favorite authors! Here is her answer.
1) Jacqueline Carey
2) George R. R. Martin
3) Jack Campbell
4) Elizabeth Moon
5) Hugh Howey
6) Ken Liu
7) David Weber
8) Margaret Atwood
9) H. G. Wells
10) Naomi Novik
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Earlier books in this series!
Dreams of the Queen (The Brajj #1) by Jacqueline Patricks
Dr. Cass Baros is haunted by dreams of an alien world...
...and will do anything to find it.
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Nightmares of the Queen (The Brajj #2) by Jacqueline Patricks
Their love will be tested by betrayal and deceit.
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About the Author:
Nominated by The Author Show as Top Female Author 2017, PAN member of the Romance Writers Association, a volunteer with Houston’s Writespace, and a winner of the Seal of Good Writing from the IndiePENdents for her first published novel, Dreams of the Queen, Jacqueline Patricks’ passion for writing began early in life. Before she published, however, Jacqueline traveled a winding path through the U.S. Army, college, over twenty years in 911 as a paramedic, professional teaching, and all the exciting adventures in between. She currently resides with her husband and four parrots and hopes to meet Mark Twain someday since he understands parrot people.
“She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.” – Mark Twain
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