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By Dena Garson
I’ve always been a big fan of science fiction. Star Wars and Doctor Who were some of my earliest favorites. Rege’s Rescue is my first venture into sci-fi romance as a writer. Even I’m surprised I didn’t have a sci-fi story sooner than I did.
The inspiration for Rege came directly from Five Finger Death Punch’s remake of the song House of the Rising Sun. I still remember driving to work one morning, listening to that album, and being hit with a vision of a large, intimidating man clad in all black – including a leather trench coat. He was standing in an alley telling a group of alien thugs in a very Clint Eastwood way that it was HIS job to put the hurt on them. That scene ended up being the end of chapter two in the book.
When I started writing the book all I knew was 1) there was a big, scary looking guy who was basically a walking weapon, 2) he was supposed to rescue someone – and God help anyone who got in his way, 3) they were in a really bad city – like sin city on steroids, and 4) all of this involved aliens, distant planets, and space travel. I just had to figure out the rest of the story.
Now I’m writing a follow up story about one of Rege’s friends. Vordol’s Vow is scheduled to come out later this year so keep an eye out for it.
Rege Rovnitov battled his way out of the darkest hell hole in the charted universe to become the best tracker in four galaxies. Fighting injustice, he and his brotherhood have spent their lives with one foot on the shady side of the law. When the daughter of one of his allies is abducted by slavers, he offers his skills to bring her home. On such a dark and dangerous mission, he never expected to find a woman full of goodness and light.
After years in the spotlight as an interstellar songbird, Amethe Madigan only wants to regain a normal life. Her plans are upended when a band of slavers take her captive and drag her to the galactic port known as Sin City. With Rege’s help, she narrowly escapes being sold to the highest bidder, or worse, turned over to whoever ordered her kidnapping. As they race across galaxies evading her mysterious abductor’s attempts to possess her, she makes the mistake of falling in love with a man whose idea of a normal life is anything but safe.
Rege promised to rescue Amethe but she could be his salvation from a dark and lonely existence. In the end it won’t matter who saved whom. Where love is concerned, it’s winner takes all.
Rege reached to help him but Tauxir brushed him off. Knowing how obstinate Tauxir could be he grabbed a handful of Tauxir’s shirt and dragged him to a nearby chair.
“We don’t have time for stubbornness. Tell me what you know and I’ll track them.”
Tauxir shook off his grip and tried to stand. “I’m going.”
Rege pushed him back into the chair. “I’m the best tracker around and you’re in no shape to chase after anyone. Based on the angle of your leg, I’m betting it’s broke. Now tell me what you know.”
“She’s my daughter.” Tauxir tried to shove him away and stand but he only succeeded in proving Rege’s point.
“Enough! You’re being hard headed and wasting precious time. Tell me what you saw.”
Tauxir hung his head. “There were three. They took what coins I had in the lockbox and a few pieces of merchandise. They tried to make it look random, but they were looking for her.” Anger and frustration burned in his eyes. “They knew Amethe was here.” He shook his head. “She fought them. So did I but as soon as they put a laser blade against her throat I was done.”
“You did what you had to do.” Rege tried to reassure him but knew his words would mean little. “What did they look like?”
“All three of them were big. One thinner than the other two but still packed a solid punch.” Tauxir absently rubbed a place on his chin. “One had the mark of the slavers on his neck. The other had one on the top of his hand. Based on the leader’s accent I’d say he came from the Omega Tori system.” He tried to get up again but Rege pushed him down again.
“Vordol and Malir will be here soon. They’ll make sure you’re patched up.” He gripped Tauxir’s shoulder until Tauxir looked him in the eye. “I will find her.”
Tauxir nodded once. He didn’t say a word but his eyes spoke volumes about the fear and gratitude he must have felt. “Here. Take this.” He pushed the weapon he’d pulled from the vault into Rege’s hand. “Your new jacket is ready.” He pointed to the corner where several garments hung from a peg that jutted out from the wall. “Take it and anything else you need. On the house. Just bring her home to me.”
“You have my word.”
Dena Garson is an award winning author of contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance. She holds a BBA and a MBA in Business and works in the wacky world of quality and process improvement. Making up her own reality on paper is what keeps her sane.
She is the mother of two rowdy boys, two rambunctious cats (AKA the fuzzy jerks), and a loving Labrador. When she isn’t writing you can find her at her at the sewing machine or stringing beads. She is also a devoted Whovian and Dallas Cowboys fan.