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Monday, July 15, 2019

Guest Blog- Enemy Within by Marcella Burnard #scifiromance #guestblog #authorguestblog



Captain Ari Idylle commanded one of the sharpest Prowler crews in the Armada. Then she was taken prisoner by the alien Chekydran and accused of spying. They finally let her go, but no one, Ari least of all, can figure out why. She's on a mission to get her command back and to prove the aliens don't control her. The problem is she's not sure they don't. 

Ari's finally starting to recover from being a prisoner of war. Her commanders aren't taking any chances, though, and have sent her out into the field aboard her father's science ship, Sen Ekir. Ari's plotting out ways to get back on the bridge of her Prowler, when pirates, led by Cullin Seaghdh, hijack the Sen Ekir.

With the insectoid Chekydran hot on their tails, Ari and Seaghdh have to find a way to work together to keep everyone alive. Even if it means sacrificing themselves to do so.

Welcome to The Chronicles of the Empire

Enemy Within is book one in a five book series. This novel was previously published in 2010 under the same title. If you already have the book, you won't find major changes in this re-release. Edits, yes, a few additions for clarity, but the bulk of the story is the same. 

That said, I know that none of us is supposed to have favorite children, but I harbor a soft spot in my heart for Enemy Within. Ari came out of a situation wherein a friend's husband served two tours of duty in Iraq. He returned home with a raging case of PTSD. The only place he could sleep was in the floor of the bathroom with the shower running. (He and his family pursued treatment. He is doing extremely well.)

The image struck, and stuck with me. I couldn't imagine having your sense of safety so shattered. But then, 'what if' started playing through my head. Out of my attempts to wrap my heart and mind around that kind of emotional injury, Ari and Seaghdh strode into my brain one night and started snarking at one another. She had the PTSD. He had orders to poke at that injury and find out exactly what kind of danger Captain Ari Idylle represented.

Ooo. Conflict that could so easily never turn to romance. I live for this. It was Nanowrimo. So I got up at stupid o'thirty every dark, cold November morning and typed as fast as I could to keep up with the pair of them. I hope they're as much fun for you as they've been for me.


Enemy Within
Chronicles of the Empire
Book One
Marcella Burnard

Genre: Sci-Fi Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: July 17, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2698-6 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-2699-3 Digital

Number of pages: 422
Word Count: 98539

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: The military hung her out to dry. Captain Ari Idylle isn’t going to dangle.

Book Description:

Horrific torture in an alien prison torpedoed Captain Ari Idylle's military career. Stripped of command and banished to her father's scientific expedition to finish a PhD she doesn't want, Ari refuses to fly a desk. She intends to have her command back by any means possible, until pirates commandeer her father's ship, and she's once again a prisoner. Perhaps this cunning captor isn't what he pretends to be.

As far as Cullin Seaghdh is concerned, the same goes for Ari. Her past association with aliens puts her dead center in Cullin's cross-hairs. If she hasn't been brainwashed and returned as a spy, then she must be part of a traitorous alliance endangering billions of lives. He can't afford the desire she fires within him. His mission comes first. He'll stop at nothing, including her destruction, to uncover her true purpose and protect what is his.


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Excerpt:

“You know how to use that thing?” He nodded at the energy blade in her hand.
She swallowed outrage and awarded him a tight smile. “I am proficient.”
He grinned. “Ever fight for your life?”
“No,” she said, pleased her tone remained steady.
His smile deepened. “Then this isn’t so different. We aren’t fighting for your life, are we? We’re fighting for theirs.” He gestured at the knot of scientists.
Fear gripped her. She’d won matches. She had awards. She practiced religiously. Sure, she’d fought Chekydran with the might of an Armada Prowler at her disposal. But energy blade combat had always been a highly regulated sport, a dance with specific choreography designed to minimize injury. She’d never dueled for anything of more value than a bit of metal or a piece of paper to hang on her office wall. Swallowing hard, she eased into guard position.
Taking his time, he matched her stance. Ari did her best not to frown at the avid smiles on his men’s faces or at the effortless way he sank into position and crossed his blade with hers.
Her mind raced. She had to find a way to keep everyone alive. No matter the cost.
Captain Cullin Seaghdh tapped her blade with his, bringing her attention back to her predicament and his damnably cocky grin.
“You’re willing to trade your life for theirs?” he asked, his question pitched for her ears only, his smile gone and his gaze searching.
Troubled, she shook her head. “Are you intimating I have a choice?”
“Then fight.” He lunged.
Ari scrambled back, her parries thrown off by the aggressive attack. He didn’t press his advantage. That maddening grin flashed at her as he backed off. One step. Two.
Charity. She wanted to scream at him. She clamped her jaw shut and advanced the ground he’d offered.
“Out of practice?” He opened his defenses, daring her.
She accepted, ignoring the taunt. She had no intention of explaining that she’d had a hard time keeping up on weapons practice while a prisoner of war. Her attack wavered, but she pulled it together and forced him back a step to avoid her blade. He drew her in and then pushed her back, like a teacher hearing lessons. She ached to wipe that smile from his face.
“Point,” he said, nodding at her chest.
She glanced down. The bastard had sliced clean through her jacket and the buttons of her shirt. A shiver ran through her. One millimeter more and she’d be bleeding, probably on the floor. A slice like that one took enough control and skill to scare her.
“Lesson one,” he said. “Watch the man wielding the blade, but never lose sight of the business end.”
Lessons? Or something more? From the shock of physical awareness twining through her blood, she suspected they were no longer discussing energy blades.
Snarling to cover the grudging admiration at Seaghdh’s skill welling up within her, Ari charged him. He did not retreat. They locked, body to body, blade to blade. Feeling the leashed strength coiled in him, she knew instantly that she’d made a mistake, one that in any other circumstance would have been fatal. Scorched where their bodies strained against one another at chest and hip, she struggled to control the rush of yearning crashing her defenses. What was wrong with her?
She met his hooded gaze. Desire glittered in the golden depths of his eyes. Pleasure rocketed through her, almost painful in its intensity. She’d forgotten what if felt like to be appreciated as a woman, and the want in his eyes, shadowed by surprise, took her breath away.

About the Author:

Marcella Burnard graduated from Cornish College of the Arts with a degree in acting. She’s a Tarot-reading, Third-degree Wiccan who knows far too much about space travel because she desperately wanted to be an astronaut when she grew up. Turns out she gets air sick. She wisely decided to write space travel instead. Marcella writes science fiction romance, urban fantasy, paranormal, and fantasy. If a story brings the weird, Marcella’s right there for it. She lives in Florida where she and her husband are outnumbered by cats. Marcella is actively involved in feline rescue in the Tampa Bay area and you can always find cat photos and videos on her Facebook page or on her Instagram account.









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2 comments:

Marcella Burnard said...

Thank you so much for hosting me today!

marisela zuniga said...

This sounds really good