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When her sailboat is chased by Chinese pirates into the Japanese equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle, American volcanologist, Gem Ishiwara, puts up a good fight. Good but hopeless, until she is rescued by what her eyes tell her are red dragons, and her brain tells her is an impossibility. Her brain wins with an expedient Ctrl/Alt/Delete. She wakes to discover aliens really are on earth, they’ve been here for far longer than anyone ever imagined, and they are very, very interested in her.

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“Uh, Dr. Ishiwara, we’re being followed.”

Gem Ishiwara, volcanologist employed by the United States Geological Survey Office, and on loan to the Japanese to study the increased volcanic activity off the coast of Japan, closed the report she’d been reading, and gave her assistant, Ken Komatsu, her full attention.

“Followed? We’re in the middle of the ocean. How can you tell we’re being followed?”

“Because this is a 30-foot, single-mast sail boat with only a 4-cylinder diesel inboard motor, and theirs is a large cabin cruiser of some sort. Every time I tack to the wind, they change course as well. They don’t need to use the wind to move forward. Could you grab the binoculars and see who’s out there?”

Gem broke out the glasses, and it didn’t take her long to find their guests…make that pursuers. Her ‘uh-oh’ had Ken demanding, “What?”

“Ken, get on the radio and notify the Lucky 7.” Lucky 7 was her name for the Japanese research vessel, the Kaiyo 7. She’d dubbed it ‘Lucky’ because she hoped it would be. Kaiyos 1 through 5 met watery ends, with only the last one, Number 6, remaining intact long enough to be retired in 1964.

“We’re being tailed by either Chinese or Japanese pirates. Their boat is moving too fast for me to get a name or country of origin. And while you’re at it, break out the Uzi.”

Gem took over the helm so Ken could go below to radio for help. What had started out as a routine visit to their land base in Yokohama, Japan, had suddenly turned into a life or death situation. Her previous enjoyment of the sound of the boat’s keel slicing through the Pacific Ocean took a nose dive. She’d just this morning thought it cool that the Kaiyo 7’s tender was sail and not motor. As a scientist studying the planet, she was all in favor of not polluting the ocean with more oil slicks, but now, at this particular moment, she’d give anything to be captaining a drug-runner’s super-fast cigarette boat with hugely powerful motors. After all, what was a little gasoline pollution compared to the cost of being raped, killed, or sold as a sex slave?

Gem looked about the deck of the pristine sailboat, and mentally calculated the profit the pirates would make if, in some world bazaar of pirates, they sold all of the oceanographic equipment and related electronics they’d picked up in Yokohama. Taking the sailboat would be worth the effort. Her cataloging was interrupted by Greg.

“Do you know how to use one of these, Doctor?” Ken held out the automatic weapon.

Gem looked over her shoulder and discovered the pirate speedboat was gaining on them. “No, but what’s to know? You just aim and pull the trigger, right?”

Ken couldn’t quite keep his manly displeasure at her lack of firearm training from his face. “Right, I’ll handle the weapon. You just keep making zig-zags. Maybe we can keep them away from us long enough for the Japanese Navy to send a ship or a helo to rescue us.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, Ken, but they’re really gaining on us.”

 

C. L. Hadyn aka Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, loads up the gypsy wagon for the last time (hopefully) and heads to Greensboro, North Carolina, to follow her delusion of becoming a New York Times best-selling author. Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line despite its lack of decent Italian food. Uh, concerning the Italian food, I’d still sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.

Before settling down to write full time in the land of ‘bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal, and historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook.  They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM and M/M romance. Which brings me to my latest books: Golden Hours Book 1: Fall Back; Off Track; The Danegeld, and Guarded Hearts, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.

If you have a taste for the paranormal, historical romance, or something more outre’, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or C. L. Hadyn.

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