Fantasy/Sci-Fi Romance
Date Published: 7/16/2015
Tamara Carrington always felt different. One event in high
school left her wondering if maybe she really was a freak, although she’d
managed to leave that experience in the past—buried deep in her psyche. With
the arrival of the exchange students from the planet of Azelle to her college,
Tamara’s long buried memories threaten to erupt. As Tamara’s emotions build and
her friendship with the Azellians grows, so does the knowledge of secrets
within her own family.
With the deterioration of her mother’s health, Tamara doesn’t know where to turn for answers or solace. What has her family been hiding? Why does she feel inexplicably drawn to the Azellians? What will happen if she unleashes her long-suppressed passion? Will she survive or even recognize herself afterwards? Wanting answers, yet being afraid of what she might find, Tamara wonders if it would be better to remain asleep.
With the deterioration of her mother’s health, Tamara doesn’t know where to turn for answers or solace. What has her family been hiding? Why does she feel inexplicably drawn to the Azellians? What will happen if she unleashes her long-suppressed passion? Will she survive or even recognize herself afterwards? Wanting answers, yet being afraid of what she might find, Tamara wonders if it would be better to remain asleep.
EXCERPT:
As they turned to comply, the ambassador walking
away with them, Tamara studied the newcomers surreptitiously. The three young
men and one young woman all had an air of comfortable confidence quite at odds
with their new status here. The young man closest to her was a redhead. His
features, even in profile, were delicate and chiseled—his nose a fine, straight
blade on his face as he leaned over the table in the far corner. He rested an
olive-skinned, tanned arm on the table, the muscles in his forearm etched in
sharp relief by the pressure he exerted on his arm. Generous lips pursed as he
read the card in front of him. His broad shoulders and chest, well-defined
under a white t-shirt with some type of writing on it that she could not see,
tapered down to a narrow waist and slender legs encased in light blue jeans.
The second young man leaned over the table facing her. Sandy-blond
hair fell over a high forehead into amber brown eyes as he read—a slight frown
between them. His features were much heavier than his companion’s, with a
slightly too-long nose and a jaw that was almost too strong. A good four or
five inches shorter than the redhead, his dark blue t-shirt stretched across a
well-muscled chest that, despite being stocky, had no spare fat on it at all.
As he wrote on the card with his left hand, she observed that he was less
tanned than the redhead. He nevertheless bore the same basic olive complexion.
The dark-haired young man next to him nudged him and said something she
couldn’t hear. The one who spoke suddenly grinned—his wide, generous mouth
flashing straight white teeth. Black hair fell into his blue eyes, and he
tossed his head, catching Tamara’s expression as she looked at them. He winked
and returned his attention to the table in front of him.
Not wanting to get caught staring, Tamara looked away. After a
few minutes, she snuck another peek at him. His face reminded her of
someone’s, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen those features before.
Relatively small and straight, his nose had a slight flare to the nostril. His
jaw was fairly prominent, making his face look long. The generous mouth
softened the hard, masculine features of his face. He wore a vividly colored
t-shirt tucked into a pair of long safari shorts. His thighs were quite heavy
and muscular. His upper body was broad and unfinished looking, a little more
muscular than the redhead but not as stocky as the blond. Her eyes traveled
around the table to the young woman. The same height as the blond, she bent
over the table with her back to Tamara. She had wavy brown hair that was cut in
an attractive, shoulder-length bob and swept behind one delicate ear as she
bent over the paper. Tamara couldn’t see her features from that position, but
her lithe, slender body looked athletic.
Tamara’s cautious regard swept on to the final member of the
group. Standing at the head of the table, the ambassador leaned forward to
answer a question posed by the woman. His expression intent on what the young
woman was saying, Tamara got the opportunity to study him more closely. Taller
than the other young men, the ambassador in his suit revealed less of his body
structure than their jeans, t-shirts, and shorts. She had a moment of disappointment.
Then, as if he noticed her attention, the ambassador looked up, caught her
looking at him, and dodged around the desk to come up to her. Hastily, Tamara
dropped her eyes to her desk as he approached, feeling the furious blush crawl
up her face.
“You are a student here?” he asked in that musical voice.
Tamara looked up, her cheeks burning. She had a hard time
meeting his eyes but forced herself to do so anyway. “Yes. Uh, my name is
Tamara Carrington.”
The ambassador leaned against the desk. “Carrington? Would you
be any relation to James Carrington?”
“He was, uh, my grandfather.”
“Ah, this is wonderful! We in the diplomatic corps know Am
bassador Carrington well.” He paused, then continued, “Was? Is
he not still alive?”
Tamara ducked her head. “He passed away a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” The ambassador straightened and bowed
to her, placing his hand on his chest as he did so. “He was well respected on
Azelle. We knew he had been ill, but we had no idea he had actually
transitioned.” He rested his hands on her desk. Leaning forward, those dark
eyes appeared intent on her. He gave her a charming grin that might have even
melted her grandmother’s cold heart. “Well now. Do you mind if I ask what you
are majoring in?” Usually feeling fairly secure in herself, she wondered why
she was suddenly blushing.
Tamara swallowed hard as she tried to regain her composure—and
her ability to speak. “I am, uh, in diplomatic studies. Or I will be when I
declare my major this year.”
His grin widened, and he looked at her from under thick lashes.
“Any specific planet you might be interested in?”
Dizziness assailed her as she struggled to remain calm. An odd
pressure built behind her eyes and she lifted her hand unconsciously to rub
the bridge of her nose. “Azelle is, um, interesting. I know more about it than
my teacher does sometimes, mainly because my grandfather used to share stories
with me. All the other planets are really great, too. I really like learning
about other places. I’m not positive I want to be a diplomat like he was, but I
do want to learn about other cultures and planets, and diplo studies is the
best place to do that.”
The pressure vanished abruptly just as it edged into pain.
“Would you be willing to come to the embassy for a welcome party for these
students tonight? It would give you an opportunity to mingle with embassy
members and get you prepared for a possible diplomatic career.” One side of his
mouth lifted higher than the other as his voice took on an almost wheedling
tone. “I can also get you access to other diplomatic embassies. I have several
contacts in both the Atheran and Dorbin embassies.”
Tamara hesitated only briefly. “Sure, that would be great! I’ll
come to the party tonight.”
He straightened. “Seven o’clock, in the main lobby. Bring any of
your friends too who you think might be interested in diplomatic studies.”
Tamara blinked. A slight headache throbbed between her eyes. She
managed to ignore it as the young woman stepped up to the desk carrying the
eight cards. She smiled at Tamara. “Thank you. Here are the cards you asked us
to complete.” The words flowed out of her mouth more heavily accented than the
ambassador’s, although with the same musical lilt.
Tamara smiled back and collected her thoughts. “Now you need to
go to the Dean of Students’ office and get your room assignments.”
The five Azellians left and the room suddenly seemed empty, as
if there had been a lot more than just their bodies in the room. Tamara
shivered, her head pounding. She flipped through the cards, reading the personal
information listed there as she tried to figure out which was which. The only
one she successfully identified was the woman, Mellis, since she was obviously
the only female in the group. If Tamara attended the welcome party that night,
she was sure she’d be introduced to the others—Greg, Justern, and Alarin—and
learn who was who. Pushing aside her curiosity, Tamara focused on entering the
data into the computer and tried not to wonder more about them. She’d probably
get the chance to find out more, if she actually took the ambassador up on his
invitation.
As soon as the five of them walked out of the
office, Merran reached out to Greg on his private level so he could converse
with him telepathically without the others hearing. Did you pick up that she
sensed me?
I caught that she was becoming rather uncomfortable. I think you
were hurting her. As a Healer, with a highly specialized sensitivity
to others’ suffering, Greg often could tell things about people that everyone
else missed. Is that even possible? Do humans even have psi?
Theoretically, yes, they do. We talked about it a little bit in
my training. I’m surprised Healers don’t talk about this in theirs.
Healers aren’t exactly all that interested in humans … as you
know … considering the challenges I faced getting permission to come here. Back
to Tamara Carrington. What did you pick up?
She was open on the surface, but her deeper levels are heavily
screened by a very thick shield. When I pressed on it, it resisted me with
surprising force.
Is that normal?
I don’t know. I haven’t run into a human with psi before. Whether
they normally have it or not, Tamara certainly has a shield, at least on the
deeper levels.
Greg was silent for a moment. Shielded, huh? So, you actually
think she’s psi?
Sure, why not? I think she very well could be.
Hmm. Maybe I should keep an eye on her.
Merran glanced at him. Is she giving off a Call? He had
been friends with Greg long enough to know the Healer responded to things that
Merran himself couldn’t sense, but that those sometimes odd decisions and
directions were important.
Not really. I just have a gut feeling.
I’m not one to argue with a Healer’s gut feelings.
Go for it.
Heads up, humans headed this way, Alarin
sent on the public level, bringing their attention back to the group. Three
women walked past them, laughing and talking, casting an admiring glance at the
group of Azellians.
All five Azellians heard the comment
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