Absolutely Cole Hudson should be played by Jeremy Renner!
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
My best quality? Darling, I have skills you haven’t even seen yet. So yeah, my best quality is obviously
confidence. Some would say my worst quality is my inability to shut up when I should.
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
I’m not the player people think I am. I do have feelings.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
What really happened that landed me in a jail cell for five months.
What are you most afraid of?
Failure.
What do you want more than anything?
To go to space and to be first…at everything.
What is your relationship status?
Complicated.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
Flight jumpsuits don’t tend to lend themselves to a whole lot of fashion options, but when I’m off duty? I
suppose western/biker would sum it up.
How much of a rebel are you?
There are degrees to that? All or nothing, baby. I’m all in.
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
Making the NASA astronaut training program, right up until I got kicked out.
What is your idea of happiness?
A beer in my hand and a sky full of stars.
What is your current state of mind?
Thankful to be alive.
What is your most treasured possession?
My Colt.
What is your most marked characteristic?
Probably stubbornness.
What is it that you, most dislike?
Authority.
Which living person do you, most despise?
There’s a certain asshole in Texas that will be dealt with. He knows who he is.
What is your greatest regret?
Screwing up. Repeatedly.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Integrity.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Honesty.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Indiana Jones
Which living person do you most admire?
Tessa Hernandez. She’s a helluva pilot. Not bad on the eyes either.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I probably shouldn’t be so cocky. I can’t help myself.
What is your motto?
Go big or go home.
Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side
he see.
- What is your name? Lisa Medley of Big Cedar
- What is your quest? World domination…one book at a time.
- What is your favorite color? All the colors!
Just kidding, there are more than 3 questions.
Which orifice did you pull this story from (from whence did the inspiration come)? My auditory orifice.
I heard a story on National Public Radio about the Rosetta Lander and its mission to HARPOON a COMET
and land the Philae research lander onto said comet. I was all…wait…what? SPACE COWBOYS!!!
What was the most difficult thing about writing Space Cowboys & Indians? The research. I googled the
crap out of this book. I also had some great Twitter exchanges with actual rocket scientists who
answered all of my insipid Earth dweller questions.
What was something you learned while writing Space Cowboys & Indians?
How many real-life private companies were racing to mine asteroids and setup space colonies. It’s
EXCITING how close we really are.
What do you love the most about Space Cowboys & Indians?
The adventure/romance aspect. Space Cowboys & Indians is a movie mashup of Cowboys & Aliens meets
Six Days Seven Nights.
What do you hate the most about Space Cowboys & Indians?
Nothing! This book was so fun to write. I’m already working on Episode 2.
Give us your favorite blurb (paragraph/scene) from the story.
They quieted when Cole stepped around the side of Building 61 and sauntered toward them.
The hair pricked up on the back of Tessa’s arms, and her stomach knotted tighter. Why she had
such a visceral reaction to that man, she had no idea. She needed to let it go. He was on the team.
He was Janson’s guy. And until he proved dangerous, she would have to trust that he wouldn’t
do anything too crazy to jeopardize their mission or their lives.
Trust was such a delicate and intangible thing.
“My chariot awaits!” Cole stretched his arms wide, a bottle of Jameson in one hand and a
side arm on his hip.
“You’re packing…and drinking?” Tessa asked, amazed.
“Noah said you two were the designated flyers. I’m just along for the ride tomorrow, right?
The Jameson is for a celebratory shot. The gun is a Colt. And it’s for rattlesnakes. Trust me,
precious. When I go, it will be with a gun in my hand and booze in my belly.”
Tessa looked at Noah and shook her head. “Still glad you invited him?”
“Yep.”
What are your future plans as an author?
To keep writing great dark fantasy, paranormal, sci-fi romance stories. Three years from now, I hope to
be writing full time because there are many dark corners of romance and beyond still to explore.
Author Name:
Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
Writer was always in the back of my mind, but I was a grocery carryout, a waitress, a graphic artist, a
teacher, and a blood drive consultant first. At one point early on, I wanted to be a marine biologist
until I discovered how much MATH was involved in that career path. I also wanted to be a rock star.
Of course there was the pesky problem of an inability to carry a tune or play any musical instruments.
I want WRITER to describe the second half of my life.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
After I wrote THE END on my first novel, Reap & Repent.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
I was amazingly lucky with my first book. I entered into the Harlequin So You Think You Can Write
contest six months after the books completion. I made it to the Top 28 of more than 700 global entries
before I lost. The book was picked up by Harlequin’s new digital imprint and I was published six
months later. Since then, my rights were reverted and I’ve indie-published all of my books. I love it!
Do you do have another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
My day job is working for a local blood bank organizing blood drives across nine counties. I’m
responsible for collecting nearly 10,000 blood donations a year in our community. Yep, I’m a vampire.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what
would you say?
My latest release is Space Cowboys & Indians. Think a movie mashup of Cowboys & Aliens meets Six
Days Seven Nights. It’s a sci-fi, adventure romance!
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
I am my own publisher and I publish under the imprint Big Cedar. It’s good to be Queen.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
It depends on the length. With a day job, writing time is hard to come by. Space Cowboys & Indians
was 28 days of actual writing over three months. My four other novels took approximately 2-3 times
that many actual writing days over six months.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different
genre?
There will be more episodes of the Cosmic Cowboys Series. I plan to write episode two next. Then it’s
on to book four, Reap & Reckon, of my Reaper Series. I’m also subconsciously plotting a sequel to
Haunt My Heart featuring the Brothers of Peril.
What genre would you place your books into?
The Reaper Series books are Dark Urban Fantasy. Haunt My Heart is straight paranormal romance and
Space Cowboys & Indians is sci-fi, adventure romance.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
I’ve always had a weakness for monsters and bad boys. Now I write them.
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
Kylen, from the Reaper Series and Reap & Redeem specifically, is my absolute favorite so far. He’s
dark and broken. Just how I like ‘em.
How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?
I started writing in July of 2011. I can tell you EXACTLY who inspired me: J.R. Ward’s book Dark Lover
was the first paranormal romance I’d ever read. I read it on vacation the summer of 2010. I LOVED it
so hard. I read everything she had out and went on a paranormal romance bender, reading more than
a hundred books. Soon after it finally occurred to me…I could do that. So I did.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
I have the most awesomest of writing caves. It’s upstairs away from the fray and noise of my family. I
write mostly at night after everyone is in bed. I don’t sleep a lot.
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
Yep. Every. One. I love knowing what people think of my stories, and I appreciate when they take time
to post reviews and even reach out to me via social media. It’s the best!
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
I almost always choose the title first. It has worked out every time so far.
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
I look at lists of baby names until something catches my eye. I mostly like simple, classic names.
Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place
name and then invent them?
I always pick them before. Once I have the name, they begin to come alive to me.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you
go along?
It’s always a surprise to me who my characters turn out to be. It really is like meeting a stranger for
the first time.
Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables
type of "The moral of this story is..")
Good will always triumph over evil…it just might take a while.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
I hate hardbacks. Too bulky and stiff. I was reluctant at first but now I prefer e-books.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
I’ve read two books more than once: Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine is the quintessential summer
coming-of-age book. Stephen King’s The Stand is the ultimate and epic story of good vs evil. Love
them both! I’ve read them both three or four times each.
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
Some do. I’ll almost always read the book before I go see the movie. I think the Harry Potter movies
were superbly done. The worst and most disappointing movie adaptation I can think of is Eragon. That
dragon sucked.
Your favorite food is?
Chocolate
Your favorite singer/group is?
The Black Keys
Your favorite color is?
Your favorite Author is?
J.R. Ward
Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side
he see.
- What is your name? Lisa Medley of Big Cedar
- What is your quest? World domination…one book at a time.
- What is your favorite color? All the colors!
Just kidding, there are more than 3 questions.
Which orifice did you pull this story from (from whence did the inspiration come)? My auditory orifice.
I heard a story on National Public Radio about the Rosetta Lander and its mission to HARPOON a COMET
and land the Philae research lander onto said comet. I was all…wait…what? SPACE COWBOYS!!!
What was the most difficult thing about writing Space Cowboys & Indians? The research. I googled the
crap out of this book. I also had some great Twitter exchanges with actual rocket scientists who
answered all of my insipid Earth dweller questions.
What was something you learned while writing Space Cowboys & Indians?
How many real-life private companies were racing to mine asteroids and setup space colonies. It’s
EXCITING how close we really are.
What do you love the most about Space Cowboys & Indians?
The adventure/romance aspect. Space Cowboys & Indians is a movie mashup of Cowboys & Aliens meets
Six Days Seven Nights.
What do you hate the most about Space Cowboys & Indians?
Nothing! This book was so fun to write. I’m already working on Episode 2.
Give us your favorite blurb (paragraph/scene) from the story.
They quieted when Cole stepped around the side of Building 61 and sauntered toward them.
The hair pricked up on the back of Tessa’s arms, and her stomach knotted tighter. Why she had
such a visceral reaction to that man, she had no idea. She needed to let it go. He was on the team.
He was Janson’s guy. And until he proved dangerous, she would have to trust that he wouldn’t
do anything too crazy to jeopardize their mission or their lives.
Trust was such a delicate and intangible thing.
“My chariot awaits!” Cole stretched his arms wide, a bottle of Jameson in one hand and a
side arm on his hip.
“You’re packing…and drinking?” Tessa asked, amazed.
“Noah said you two were the designated flyers. I’m just along for the ride tomorrow, right?
The Jameson is for a celebratory shot. The gun is a Colt. And it’s for rattlesnakes. Trust me,
precious. When I go, it will be with a gun in my hand and booze in my belly.”
Tessa looked at Noah and shook her head. “Still glad you invited him?”
“Yep.”
What are your future plans as an author?
To keep writing great dark fantasy, paranormal, sci-fi romance stories. Three years from now, I hope to
be writing full time because there are many dark corners of romance and beyond still to explore.
Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side
he see.
- What is your name? Lisa Medley of Big Cedar
- What is your quest? World domination…one book at a time.
- What is your favorite color? All the colors!
Just kidding, there are more than 3 questions.
Which orifice did you pull this story from (from whence did the inspiration come)? My auditory orifice.
I heard a story on National Public Radio about the Rosetta Lander and its mission to HARPOON a COMET
and land the Philae research lander onto said comet. I was all…wait…what? SPACE COWBOYS!!!
What was the most difficult thing about writing Space Cowboys & Indians? The research. I googled the
crap out of this book. I also had some great Twitter exchanges with actual rocket scientists who
answered all of my insipid Earth dweller questions.
What was something you learned while writing Space Cowboys & Indians?
How many real-life private companies were racing to mine asteroids and setup space colonies. It’s
EXCITING how close we really are.
What do you love the most about Space Cowboys & Indians?
The adventure/romance aspect. Space Cowboys & Indians is a movie mashup of Cowboys & Aliens meets
Six Days Seven Nights.
What do you hate the most about Space Cowboys & Indians?
Nothing! This book was so fun to write. I’m already working on Episode 2.
Give us your favorite blurb (paragraph/scene) from the story.
They quieted when Cole stepped around the side of Building 61 and sauntered toward them.
The hair pricked up on the back of Tessa’s arms, and her stomach knotted tighter. Why she had
such a visceral reaction to that man, she had no idea. She needed to let it go. He was on the team.
He was Janson’s guy. And until he proved dangerous, she would have to trust that he wouldn’t
do anything too crazy to jeopardize their mission or their lives.
Trust was such a delicate and intangible thing.
“My chariot awaits!” Cole stretched his arms wide, a bottle of Jameson in one hand and a
side arm on his hip.
“You’re packing…and drinking?” Tessa asked, amazed.
“Noah said you two were the designated flyers. I’m just along for the ride tomorrow, right?
The Jameson is for a celebratory shot. The gun is a Colt. And it’s for rattlesnakes. Trust me,
precious. When I go, it will be with a gun in my hand and booze in my belly.”
Tessa looked at Noah and shook her head. “Still glad you invited him?”
“Yep.”
What are your future plans as an author?
To keep writing great dark fantasy, paranormal, sci-fi romance stories. Three years from now, I hope to
be writing full time because there are many dark corners of romance and beyond still to explore.
Space Cowboys & Indians blurb
How can the chance of a lifetime go so horribly wrong?
Mining Engineer Cole Hudson signed up for NASA astronaut training, but after washing out
short of getting his gold wings, he retreats to Alaska where he stakes out a gold claim. When
billionaire entrepreneur Duncan Janson offers him an opportunity to join a mining team on an
asteroid, Cole jumps at the chance.
But nothing is as it seems. Former NASA reject and rival classmate, Tessa Hernandez, is also a
member of the team, and from the beginning of the mission test flight, things go wrong. They
soon discover they’re not the only ones on the asteroid. As they try to escape, they are pulled
through a wormhole and back to the early 1800s New Mexico desert where aliens and Apaches
may be the least of their problems.
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Excerpt:
Alaskan gold mine, the Hudson Claim - the near future.
“Goddamn it, Hudson. The washplant is down again.”
Cole ground his molars together before he could unleash the torrent of swears coursing
through his brain in reply. Of course the washplant was down. Again.
This claim would be the end of him.
“Show me,” Cole said.
His foreman, Todd Cargill, held up four shredded washplant screens with holes the size of
bowling balls, useless now for the first step in screening for gold.
Cole squeezed his eyes shut and wondered for the eleven-millionth time this summer why the
hell he’d come to Alaska.
Redemption, he reminded himself.
Wasn’t worth it.
“That was my last replacement screen. Be a week before the supply plane can bring us
more,” Todd said. “No use running dirt until it’s fixed. This way, we’re only making mud.”
Most expensive mud he’d ever not made. A week in the bush with no work? He’d have to
pay the crew, regardless, or he’d lose the whole lot of them. Hell, he still owed them from last
month. They were running out of summer to mine, and they’d barely collected any gold so far.
“Shut it down. I’ll call in the order.”
“What do you want me to tell the guys?” Todd asked.
“Tell them—”
The chop, chop, chop of helicopter blades slowly pounded across the sky until the beast came
into sight on the horizon. What the hell was a chopper doing out this far?
The copter landed on the flat several hundred feet from their dredge, stirring the dust up from
the broken ground and tailings. Covering his face with his arm, Cole coughed into his elbow and
waited for the cloud to settle. The copter blades whirled to a stop, and his small crew left their
work detail to gather around him and see what was going on.
A white-haired man, maybe fifty, maybe older, emerged from the helicopter cabin, quickly
followed by two men wearing sleek black suits, wrinkled from the tactical firearm harnesses
strapped snugly across their chests. They were loaded for bear.
That wasn’t what concerned Cole. He knew he was in for trouble the second the guy’s
thousand dollar cowboy boots hit the turf. The man swatted at the swirling dust on his white shirt
and designer jeans then brushed his hands through his shoulder-length hair three or four times,
shaking it out like the mane of a horse. He cranked up a smile as he made a beeline for Cole.
“Mr. Hudson?” the man asked.
“I’m Hudson.”
“You look exactly like your NASA application photo, Mr. Hudson. Haven’t changed a bit in
the past five months. It was five months you were detained. Yes?”
Todd coughed loudly beside him. “Okay, I think we have things to do. Let’s go, boys.” Todd
urged the crew back toward their office trailer.
Cole was going to have to give his foreman a raise. Right after he beat the dandy in front of
him into a bloody pulp.
“Who exactly are you, and what the hell are you doing here? Surely you didn’t fly that
deathtrap all the way out here just to insult me in front of my crew. Or did you? You with
Montoya?”
The man appeared bewildered for a moment. “Oh my. Let me start over. I…this wasn’t the
impression I intended to make. I’m afraid I started off badly. I’m simply so excited to find you.
Out here.” He motioned toward the distant tundra. “It’s a very, very long way out here.” He
flashed another smile at Cole and offered his hand. “Duncan Janson. You might know me from
the airline ads?”
Cole stared at the man’s smooth, tanned hand. The guy had never worked a day of hard labor
in his life if those hands told the right story—that much was obvious. He knew exactly who he
was, now. Billionaire airline owner and profiteer. What he didn’t know was what he was doing
on his little piece of Alaska.
“You answered the first question. Now answer the second,” Cole said, purposely not taking
the offered hand.
Janson pulled his hand back then clapped them together, clearly proud of himself. “I’m here
to offer you a job.”
“I have a job.”
“This would be quite a different job. Well, maybe not all that different. You’d still be mining,
but you would also have a chance to partake in some of your other passions.”
Clouds slid past the sun, and a gust of wind stirred up a dirt devil near the copter, cooling the
air noticeably.
“What is it you think you know about my passions, exactly?” Cole asked.
Janson twisted his expensive Rolex around his wrist nervously. “Was it not your passion for
space that led to your gambling problem? Trying to raise enough money to continue in the
program? Which led to your legal issues, which led to your detainment and now self-exile here
in this godforsaken place? Isn’t your work here an effort to earn enough money to finance your
first two passions? It’s a bit of a vicious circle, it seems.”
Cole could feel his blood pressure rising. This asshole was on his last nerve five minutes
after meeting him and about one more sentence away from a shallow Alaskan grave.
“What if all of your skills could be utilized to fulfill each of those…passions? You’d be paid
well. Very well.”
“Is this prospect legal?”
“Yes, but it’s not without risks. I want to hire you to do some mining for me.”
“Where? You have a claim in Alaska?”
“I’m afraid my claim is quite a bit farther away from here. Your gambling problem and
detention might have gotten you booted out of NASA’s space program, but your personal
problems are not a deterrent to me. Your other skills and expertise are exactly what are needed
for my project.”
Skepticism scratched at the back of his mind, but Cole couldn’t deny he was intrigued. He
hated Janson’s manner, but he could take his money. No problem. Hell, this job might be the
financial boost he needed to finally make this claim profitable.
“How long is the job, and where is it?” Cole asked.
Janson smiled again, clearly certain he’d already sealed the deal. “I expect the job to take
around six months. All expenses paid, of course. With an option to renew for a second mission
after that, if you are so inclined. Your season here is winding down? Am I correct?”
Considering the ruined washplant screens? Yeah, winding down would be a kindness.
“You didn’t tell me where the job is,” Cole pressed.
“Ah, that’s the best part, Mr. Hudson. The job is on Amun. It’s an asteroid. I want you to
mine it for me.”
Lisa has always enjoyed reading about monsters in love and now
she writes about them, because monsters need love too.
She adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a
farm full of them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one
child, one husband, two dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands
of Italian bees, and a guinea pig.
She may or may not keep a complete zombie apocalypse bug-out
bag in her trunk at all times, including a machete. Just. In. Case.
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Space Cowboys & Indians blurb
How can the chance of a lifetime go so horribly wrong?
Mining Engineer Cole Hudson signed up for NASA astronaut training, but after washing out
short of getting his gold wings, he retreats to Alaska where he stakes out a gold claim. When
billionaire entrepreneur Duncan Janson offers him an opportunity to join a mining team on an
asteroid, Cole jumps at the chance.
But nothing is as it seems. Former NASA reject and rival classmate, Tessa Hernandez, is also a
member of the team, and from the beginning of the mission test flight, things go wrong. They
soon discover they’re not the only ones on the asteroid. As they try to escape, they are pulled
through a wormhole and back to the early 1800s New Mexico desert where aliens and Apaches
may be the least of their problems.
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
Alaskan gold mine, the Hudson Claim - the near future.
“Goddamn it, Hudson. The washplant is down again.”
Cole ground his molars together before he could unleash the torrent of swears coursing
through his brain in reply. Of course the washplant was down. Again.
This claim would be the end of him.
“Show me,” Cole said.
His foreman, Todd Cargill, held up four shredded washplant screens with holes the size of
bowling balls, useless now for the first step in screening for gold.
Cole squeezed his eyes shut and wondered for the eleven-millionth time this summer why the
hell he’d come to Alaska.
Redemption, he reminded himself.
Wasn’t worth it.
“That was my last replacement screen. Be a week before the supply plane can bring us
more,” Todd said. “No use running dirt until it’s fixed. This way, we’re only making mud.”
Most expensive mud he’d ever not made. A week in the bush with no work? He’d have to
pay the crew, regardless, or he’d lose the whole lot of them. Hell, he still owed them from last
month. They were running out of summer to mine, and they’d barely collected any gold so far.
“Shut it down. I’ll call in the order.”
“What do you want me to tell the guys?” Todd asked.
“Tell them—”
The chop, chop, chop of helicopter blades slowly pounded across the sky until the beast came
into sight on the horizon. What the hell was a chopper doing out this far?
The copter landed on the flat several hundred feet from their dredge, stirring the dust up from
the broken ground and tailings. Covering his face with his arm, Cole coughed into his elbow and
waited for the cloud to settle. The copter blades whirled to a stop, and his small crew left their
work detail to gather around him and see what was going on.
A white-haired man, maybe fifty, maybe older, emerged from the helicopter cabin, quickly
followed by two men wearing sleek black suits, wrinkled from the tactical firearm harnesses
strapped snugly across their chests. They were loaded for bear.
That wasn’t what concerned Cole. He knew he was in for trouble the second the guy’s
thousand dollar cowboy boots hit the turf. The man swatted at the swirling dust on his white shirt
and designer jeans then brushed his hands through his shoulder-length hair three or four times,
shaking it out like the mane of a horse. He cranked up a smile as he made a beeline for Cole.
“Mr. Hudson?” the man asked.
“I’m Hudson.”
“You look exactly like your NASA application photo, Mr. Hudson. Haven’t changed a bit in
the past five months. It was five months you were detained. Yes?”
Todd coughed loudly beside him. “Okay, I think we have things to do. Let’s go, boys.” Todd
urged the crew back toward their office trailer.
Cole was going to have to give his foreman a raise. Right after he beat the dandy in front of
him into a bloody pulp.
“Who exactly are you, and what the hell are you doing here? Surely you didn’t fly that
deathtrap all the way out here just to insult me in front of my crew. Or did you? You with
Montoya?”
The man appeared bewildered for a moment. “Oh my. Let me start over. I…this wasn’t the
impression I intended to make. I’m afraid I started off badly. I’m simply so excited to find you.
Out here.” He motioned toward the distant tundra. “It’s a very, very long way out here.” He
flashed another smile at Cole and offered his hand. “Duncan Janson. You might know me from
the airline ads?”
Cole stared at the man’s smooth, tanned hand. The guy had never worked a day of hard labor
in his life if those hands told the right story—that much was obvious. He knew exactly who he
was, now. Billionaire airline owner and profiteer. What he didn’t know was what he was doing
on his little piece of Alaska.
“You answered the first question. Now answer the second,” Cole said, purposely not taking
the offered hand.
Janson pulled his hand back then clapped them together, clearly proud of himself. “I’m here
to offer you a job.”
“I have a job.”
“This would be quite a different job. Well, maybe not all that different. You’d still be mining,
but you would also have a chance to partake in some of your other passions.”
Clouds slid past the sun, and a gust of wind stirred up a dirt devil near the copter, cooling the
air noticeably.
“What is it you think you know about my passions, exactly?” Cole asked.
Janson twisted his expensive Rolex around his wrist nervously. “Was it not your passion for
space that led to your gambling problem? Trying to raise enough money to continue in the
program? Which led to your legal issues, which led to your detainment and now self-exile here
in this godforsaken place? Isn’t your work here an effort to earn enough money to finance your
first two passions? It’s a bit of a vicious circle, it seems.”
Cole could feel his blood pressure rising. This asshole was on his last nerve five minutes
after meeting him and about one more sentence away from a shallow Alaskan grave.
“What if all of your skills could be utilized to fulfill each of those…passions? You’d be paid
well. Very well.”
“Is this prospect legal?”
“Yes, but it’s not without risks. I want to hire you to do some mining for me.”
“Where? You have a claim in Alaska?”
“I’m afraid my claim is quite a bit farther away from here. Your gambling problem and
detention might have gotten you booted out of NASA’s space program, but your personal
problems are not a deterrent to me. Your other skills and expertise are exactly what are needed
for my project.”
Skepticism scratched at the back of his mind, but Cole couldn’t deny he was intrigued. He
hated Janson’s manner, but he could take his money. No problem. Hell, this job might be the
financial boost he needed to finally make this claim profitable.
“How long is the job, and where is it?” Cole asked.
Janson smiled again, clearly certain he’d already sealed the deal. “I expect the job to take
around six months. All expenses paid, of course. With an option to renew for a second mission
after that, if you are so inclined. Your season here is winding down? Am I correct?”
Considering the ruined washplant screens? Yeah, winding down would be a kindness.
“You didn’t tell me where the job is,” Cole pressed.
“Ah, that’s the best part, Mr. Hudson. The job is on Amun. It’s an asteroid. I want you to
mine it for me.”
Lisa has always enjoyed reading about monsters in love and now
she writes about them, because monsters need love too.
She adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a
farm full of them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one
child, one husband, two dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands
of Italian bees, and a guinea pig.
She may or may not keep a complete zombie apocalypse bug-out
bag in her trunk at all times, including a machete. Just. In. Case.
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