One of my author friends, Jaleta Clegg, is having a book released this month. It's called Priestess of the Eggstone: The Fall of the Altairan Empire Book 2. I promised her I would post the blurb for it, cover, and an excerpt. Enjoy! I think it sounds great!
Pursued by the Targon Crime Syndicate bent on revenge, the Patrol intent
on recruitment, and the Sessimoniss who want their god back, the last
thing Captain Dace needs is a handsome copilot with romance on his mind.
But that’s exactly what she’s got.
She didn’t realize she was smuggling when she accepted the courier job.
Now Targon wants her for stealing the shipment and the Patrol wants to
arrest her. The Sessimoniss want their god back. And Jerimon’s aunt is
planning their wedding.
She doesn’t know which scares her most.
Priestess of the Eggstone: The Fall of the Altairan Empire Book 2 by Jaleta Clegg
Here's a link to purchase it.
Here's Jaleta's website.
And here's the excerpt:
We rounded the last big moon into clear space. I
checked the nav program one last time, to make sure we were headed the
right direction before we jumped. The chatter of local pilots was steady
as a background noise that dissolved into static as we passed into the
moon's shadow. The ship lurched, then slowed, the engines whining.
flipped switches, trying to find the problem. Jerimon pushed the
thrusters all the way to the stops. The engine whine rose in pitch. The
ship shuddered. The emergency lights flashed. Warnings hooted through
"Shut it down!" I yelled over the noise.
stubbornly tried to pull more power from the engines. His face was pale
and his chin set as he goosed the throttles. I reached across the
controls to slam the switches off. Jerimon slumped in his chair, hands
over his face. The engines spun down. The alarms shut up, all except
one. It was a quiet, insistent beeping with a single, flashing red
I checked the screen, then muttered a bad word at the
unknown vessel showing on the scans. "Who'd be using a tractor beam out
The ship was bigger, but that didn't mean much. Anything was
bigger than my ship. The scanners didn't show any ID traces from the
"Does it look like pirates to you?" Pirates weren't
uncommon in this sector but Rucal had a major Patrol station out beyond
the moons. What pirate would be stupid enough to operate under the
I knew of at least one, but he was in prison. I
scowled at the screen. In a few moments, I wouldn't need the scanner. I
could just look outside.
Jerimon dropped his hands to his lap,
staring bleakly at the monitor. If he didn't know who was on that ship,
I'd eat my socks—the ones I'd been wearing for three days without
washing because I hadn't found the time.
"Who are they and why are they dragging us in?"
Jerimon shook his head, eyes locked on the approaching ship. He gripped the chair so hard his knuckles went white.