One Good Woman
Cara’s harsh warrior attitude hides her fragile heart but Captain Brady Gellot’s charm threatens the walls around her emotions when they’re stranded alone and in danger from nature and enemies determined to kill them.
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 78,474
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, November 2009
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Cara stood back and alternating keeping watch to the north and observing the man plucking their dinner from the waves. Brady was a much more interesting sight.
He’d shed his boots and rolled his pant legs to his knees. The surf still swirled high enough to dampen his pants as he chased down the scuttling crabs.
Four days now, they’d been traveling north. They still were only a few miles from the falls and had yet to find a path up the cliff. The cataract was still a faint mumble in the
background. Exploring every crevasse and tumble of fallen rocks was a tedious and slow process. At this rate they might be at it for months and months.
Brady’s spirits were undimmed and his determination grew each day. He acted as if they were on a great adventure with that curious attitude typical of Realm warriors. The challenge of survival and exploration delighted him to no end.
Even chasing the ugly crabs, he laughed at their antics and his occasional success. The shell that served as their pot already held a half dozen of the creatures. Only her completely empty stomach allowed her to contemplate eating the bugs. Again. They’d finished their smoked fish two days ago and feasted on the game birds before that. They were surviving on one meal a day for the most part, and she felt constantly hungry. Hungry enough to eat crabs.
“Hell’s bastard!” Brady hopped about in the shallows on one foot. An especially, large fat-clawed crab clung to the big toe of his other foot. “Son of a bitch!”
He hopped forward and fell into the dry sand on his behind. “Little hellion is taking his revenge on me for eating his friends.”
“I thought it only a matter of time until they started hunting you.” Her mouth curved of its own accord. Brady’s infectious good mood made each day more difficult for her to keep her distance from him. Damn his charm.
“I’m hardly to blame. If you didn’t eat dozens of the poor things at a time, I wouldn’t have to be so merciless in the hunt.” He grimaced and pried the sharp claws from his toe. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a comic sneer. “I think it’s you they actually want.”
He tossed the wiggling crab at her. She jumped back with a shriek that sent him laughing.
“You idiot.” But her heart lightened and their situation seemed less grim than a moment ago.
He jumped to his feet and snatched up the crab before it could regain the haven of the waves. He plunked it into their cooking shell. “I think I’m going to grow claws myself if I eat one more of these things.”
“We’re not starving.”
He snorted. “You’re as sick of them as I am.”
“We’ve seen no signs of live any bigger than a hare. Maybe you should do some more hunting again tomorrow.”
“I can’t believe you’re the one to suggest it.” He raised an eyebrow, but she gave no answer.