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RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. :: * * * E-BOOKS :: UNCLAIMED - NATHALIE GRAY (e-Book)
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UNCLAIMEDby Nathalie GrayCopyright © NATHALIE GRAY, 2007 All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. Reviews: "Max and Eddy are very strong- willed characters: both trying hard to maintain their physical and emotional distance from the other. Ms. Gray shows great sensitivity in writing the love scenes between Max and Eddy, what could be shown as an anonymous encounter becomes something much deeper between two people needing more than just physical contact. This is not to discount the passionate intensity of the love scenes; at times the heat generated between the characters is combustible. As the story progresses Max and Eddy (and the reader) come to discover they need each other in many different ways, the least of which is merely physical. This progression of the characters is what makes Unclaimed an enjoyable story to read. I highly recommend it, and not just as a holiday tale." ~~Reviewed by Mickey, SSR --- Barbara To My Reader: This story of Max and Eddy made me wiggle in my seat, clench my teeth, ball my fists and curse at the computer screen…then it made me sigh in contentment. I hope it does all that for you too! EXCERPT FROM UNCLAIMED: Her dusty gun in hand she marched down the passageway leading to the lift, which made a godawful noise as it ground to a halt three levels down. Cold seeped through her red fuzzy slippers and Christmas-themed flannel PJs. She wriggled her toes. Cargo Hold 4 gleamed blood red on the rusted iron hatch. Maxine entered the hold and cautiously circled the twenty-feet-long by five-feet-wide cylinder. The thing resembled a giant silvery dildo. She adjusted her PJs and crept closer. Um. Steam angrily hissed out of a hinge. With the gun pointed in front, she circled the pod once, twice then decided it wasn’t going to attack her. A frosted rectangle caught her attention. An access panel, maybe? Maxine used her sleeve to rub at it. She jumped back with a gasp. There was a guy in there! She checked again. “And cute, too.” Steam continued to whistle out of the pod. After a cursory check, Maxine realized the seals could give anytime. The guy would asphyxiate within minutes if she didn’t get him out of there. Hey, maybe he’s the ghost of Christmas past. Although she’d remember that face if it’d been in her past! “Well,” she said, taking aim at the hissing hinge. “That’ll be my good action of the season.” She fired. The projectile hit the hinge, popped it, which created a fog of steam as the pod split in half clean down the middle. Maxine arched her eyebrow as it blew open and swung outward. Talk about some quick release gizmo. She waited until the fog had cleared so she wouldn’t breathe in whatever kept the guy sedated and sanitized. After a while she bent over the rim to examine her new payload. Not bad at all. Six-feet-something, at least two hundred—and all muscle too—closely cropped dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. But the guy could’ve used with a bit of fashion counseling. Even if this particular skintight suit sent her systems into super-nova mode, no one wore polymer anymore. Polymer? Come on. An old-fashioned plastic sheet was stuck to the cover’s interior. Maxine carefully peeled it from the thermoplastic pane and brought it up close to her nose. She should’ve worn her glasses. Oh, English, good. There was a date and a name. January 27th, Edmond Cabanesty. She looked down at him. “You don’t look like an Edmond.” There was something else too. A list. Squinting, she brought the plastic sheet even closer to read the fine print. Where’d she put her glasses again? The word murder hit her brain first, then genocide, defection… By the time she read the long list of offenses and the numbers beside each—the column said “sentence in years”—her heart was in her throat. Then at the very bottom of the sheet was a stamp bearing some official-looking logo with a bird on it and some stars with the word EXILE embossed beside a signature. “Oh. Shit.” Just her luck to respond to a distress signal sent by an exiled criminal’s pod. Great, just great. He’s the Ghost of No More Christmas for You if I Wake Up, Lady! She looked down into the pod again, noted the strong chin and stubble. He really did look like a crook now that she knew his history. Maxine tapped her foot. She should close the thing back and send him out. Yeah, right, on Christmas day. She couldn’t space him. His pod was broken and her old freighter had only one, which she had to keep in case of emergency…or for border patrol inspections. Wait a minute. No country had exiled a prisoner in quite some time. Um. How long had he been floating in space anyway? When his eyes flared open, Maxine wasn’t quick enough to push herself off the rim. ABOUT THE AUTHOR NATHALIE GRAY After a twelve-year career in the Canadian military (army), where I learned English and the many uses of parachute cord and gun tape, I decided to recycle my skills and become a writer. Of erotic romance. What can I say? I’m a late bloomer. To know more about my books, my real-life adventures or my opinions about nothing important, visit me at www.nathaliegray.com. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © 2007 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
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