Space Adventure Beta

A few weeks/months ago, I posted an excerpt from a space adventure I was toying with completing. The response from you guys was pretty positive, so I've been working on it ever since. I've finally gotten it to a point where I feel comfortable having other people look at it. 

This will be the first book in a new series, and I'm very excited about it. If you're interested in beta reading it for me and giving me your thoughts, please keep reading.

Since I am leaving on my honeymoon tomorrow afternoon, I'm only taking applications until Saturday, Dec. 8 at noon. 

For those unused to the term "beta reader", this is the stage of the process where the author (me) reaches out to readers (you) to get their impression of the book. It's a way to check the story's temperature and make sure it hits all the notes I want it to with readers. At this point, it's still fairly unpolished with odd grammatical and factual errors. I'm not looking for a hardcore grammar edit. Instead, betas help with pointing out inconsistencies in the story line or characters.

For example: Aileen has a gun at the beginning of the scene, then big bad attacks and there is no gun by the end of the scene. What happened to the gun?

Or - I don't understand how we got from point a in the story point b. Something just doesn't feel right.

In Dawn's Envoy I actually rewrote the prologue based on reader feedback, so you're comments could affect the end product.

If the above hasn't scared you off and you're still interested, keep reading. Below is an explanation of my expectations. It's a first come, first serve type of opportunity and priority will be given to those who've beta read for me in the past.

Please, please, please, don't volunteer unless you have the time and attention to do this. You'll take the slot from someone who does. I will be doing advanced reader copies again this time which is a lot less of a commitment.

Beta Reader Guidelines and Caveat

Here's how you can volunteer: Private message me through my Facebook page or email me at info@tawhiteauthor.com asking to be a beta reader and committing to the guidelines posted below. Also please let me know if you'd like a kindle version or other ereader version. I can't guarantee I'll choose you as there has been a lot of interest in this in the past, and I can only wade through so many comments at a time without getting overwhelmed and falling into a dark pit of despair.

Beta Guidelines:

This part of the process for me takes place before I send the manuscript to the editor. That means the copy is a little rough still. I'm not looking for intense grammar editing. I'm more focused on comments on the story- pace, structure, characters, things that don't make sense. That kind of stuff. I will outline these questions in more detail for those who participate.

The other thing I ask is for people to send it back to me in the time allotted. I'm asking for it back by December 21st.

I also ask that you agree not to share the story with anyone or upload it to any sites. I know for most of you that would never cross your mind, but I need to say it anyway.

Also, be aware that I may not use your suggestions as my opinion trumps everyone else's. Sometimes you ask questions that I want asked or a suggestion goes against what I'm trying to accomplish.

One final note: Beta reading is not for everyone. For instance, I don't beta read for people because I like getting caught up in the story and not paying attention to the things that irk me. For that reason, I will be doing advance reader copies that will take place at the end of the process and will require less critical thinking on the reader's part--hopefully.

If you're interested, let me know. If you're not, I hope you enjoy the book when it comes out.

An Apology and Bribe

This is a very embarrassing announcement for me to make since I pride myself on putting out quality books. I work very hard in writing and producing the best kind of story I can so to know there was an issue is a special kind of hell.

By now those of you who have read Dawn's Envoy have seen the massive formatting issue it has. There seems to be extra spaces where spaces have no business being. Thank you to those who reached out to let me know. 

I've been working with Amazon since Wednesday to have this corrected. A new version has been uploaded to their system. I still don't know if they will push the update to those of you who have already bought the book. They have certain criteria that you need to meet in order to have an update to an already published book made available. I will try to keep you updated. 

To make matters worse, I leave on my honeymoon tomorrow and I don't know if I'll have this resolved by then. Fingers crossed.

I am so sorry for this jarring reader experience. As bribe and apology, below is a special POV from Liam. Those of you who beta'd for me will recognize it as it was the original beginning of Dawn's Envoy. I'd planned to share this with you after my honeymoon but in light of my screw up decided to give it to you early.

Please Enjoy.

Liam POV

She had that frown on her face again. The one that said she was considering a dozen different scenarios and their possible outcomes. As always, it filled him with an almost irresistible urge to smooth those lines away, if only to see how she’d react.

Probably with extreme force, he admitted. 

As if sensing his thoughts, her gaze moved to him and the frown became more pronounced. He gave her a wicked smile. That’s right, baby. Show me what you got.

Her frown turned into a scowl. Satisfaction rose at the sight. 

Before she could respond, Eric stepped into the room.

Liam went still as he studied the other man. Whatever he wanted was important. He knew how Liam felt about being interrupted during the limited time he’d managed to negotiate out of Aileen.  

“We’ll end here for the night,” Liam said.

The scowl faded from Aileen’s face, and she cocked her head as she took note of Eric waiting on the edge of the large room. Her expression turned considering as she correctly interpreted the reason for her dismissal.

Liam waited, wanting to see if she’d ask any of the questions he knew must be bubbling. He might even answer.

She gave a small shimmy of her shoulders as if shaking off her curiosity. It was something he noticed she did often when she was trying to fool herself into keeping her distance from them.

When she looked back at him, her expression was calm with only the faint echo of challenge despite the fatigue he knew had to be pulling at her. “And here I thought vampires were supposed to have stamina for days.”

Ah, there she was. His tigress. Showing her claws even as she swished her tail at the game.

Most wouldn’t dare to challenge the council’s enforcer, someone known as one of the most dangerous vampires in existence. Deadly and powerful. The creature other monsters feared. 

Not Aileen though. He still couldn’t decide if that made her stupid or admirable. One thing was clear—she was going to be a force to be reckoned with one day. He had every intention of ensuring she lived long enough to achieve that—even if he had to manipulate and trick his way to his goal.   

He stepped close and trailed a stolen touch across her shoulder as she bent to put on her shoes. Her skin was slick with sweat from their exertions, and he was gratified at the small shiver. The reaction pacified his predator enough so he could let her walk out the door. A feat that was getting harder and harder as time went by. 

He held back, reeling his possessive side in. She wasn’t ready for that. Her exposure to their kind was still limited. She couldn’t know how territorial they were with the people they considered theirs, or how there were times he just wanted to bury himself in her and not come up for breath until a decade had passed. 

Obsessive fascination was a trait many vampires possessed. It was part of what made them such great hunters. 

Aileen had become his greatest obsession, a fact he fought to keep from her.

“I would be glad to show you just how long my stamina can last,” he said, a seductive smile edged with sly humor taking over his face. 

She snorted and gave him a look over her shoulder. He was interested to note the flirtation there, something that had been steadily growing in their exchanges over the past few weeks. 

“Maybe one day; in your dreams,” she said with a faint laugh as she walked out of the room.

The exchange pleased his baser self even as his smile died as Eric made his way over to him. “What is it?”

He didn’t bother softening his tone, the words almost brutal in their intensity. 

“I found him.”

Liam went still, coming fully alert, every muscle strung taught. He didn’t have to ask who Eric meant. 

There was only one person.

“Where?”

“The summerlands.”

*

“Are you sure about this?” Nathan asked, watching as Liam finished packing. “I don’t think she’s going to be understanding if you just disappear on her. Chicks these days never are. At least wait until you can say a proper goodbye.”

“I can’t. We don’t know how old Eric’s intel is. If we wait, we could lose him again.”

And Liam couldn’t chance that. Not after centuries of looking. Already his skin buzzed with the need for action. 

They’d never been this close before. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass.

The sun was already up and Aileen was dead to the world. Even the eight hours until the sun set again might be too long. 

“Our next session isn’t until Friday.” Six nights from now. “I’ll be back in plenty of time.”

She wouldn’t even know he was gone.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had to carry out a mission between their sessions—the council didn’t like to be kept waiting—but he always made sure to be back in time. Torturing and teasing her in their weekly meetings had become one of his favorite past times.

“I don’t like the thought of you going without me,” Nathan said, voicing his real objection.

Liam finished and set one hand on his shoulder. “Your talents are best suited here. Thomas will have need of you with me gone.”

Liam planned to be in and out before anyone even knew he was there. To do that he needed to be quick and silent. He was already taking Eric since he needed the man’s contacts. Any more and the chance of discovery increased exponentially. 

The sour expression on Nathan’s face thawed just slightly. Seeing it, Liam cupped him on the back of the neck and touched his forehead to Nathan’s. The man had become both friend and a son to replace the one Liam had lost. 

His loyalty was unquestionable. He could be trusted to take care of matters during Liam’s absence.

“Try to keep her out of trouble for me,” Liam said, stepping back.

The emotion from before was hidden as Nathan returned to his normal affable self. He rolled his eyes. 

“No promises. You know how difficult she can get when she thinks people are telling her what to do.”

Liam made a rumble of amusement even as he grabbed his bag. He did know, and he looked forward to doing just that when he got back.

Dawn's Envoy ARC

Edit: We have reached the number of Advance Readers at this time. I am closing the sign up sheet. If you did not make it in time, you can always try again for the next book.

I've conquered my technological challenges. It's a bit later than I intended but the ARC is now ready for those who want a few days head start. 

I'm giving away 30 copies. Once they're gone, you'll have to wait until the book comes out on Dec. 6 to read it. For those who wish to, you can preorder your copy of Dawn's Envoy on Amazon. You can find it here.

This is going to work the same way as it has in the past. It will be first come, first serve. Once there are no more slots, that will be the end and there will be no more copies given.

Below is a link. Click on it and fill out the form. Once you've finished and submitted your email, you'll receive an email from me containing the link to download. I suggest keeping an eye out for the email as the first thirty people to download will receive a copy. Sometimes more links are given out than there are copies since some of the applications come so closely together. 

Good Luck!

Gateway to ARC

Aileen 4 Preorder and Cover

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I know many people will be braving the crowds for Black Friday sales, but for those of you like me who are hibernating in a calm, quiet place, here is a little treat. 

Aileen 4 has a name, cover and blurb..... Oh, and it's is up for preorder!!!

A favor owed, a hunt like no other. 

A courier for the shadow world no more, Aileen’s former protection is gone. Alone but still defiant, she survives one night at a time. Sure, working a dead-end job isn’t part of every young vampire’s dreams, but it pays the bills. 

When the darkly seductive Liam calls in a favor, she’ll find her carefully constructed world tilting on its axis as he draws her into a dangerous game against a wily enemy. The High Fey—creatures as powerful and beautiful as they are deadly—have come to town, their motivations unclear as lines are drawn and shadowy alliances made. 

And with them, they bring their Wild Hunt where everyone is either predator or prey. Betrayed and marked as its quarry, Aileen will find surviving until dawn has never been this hard. 

The only thing that might save her—are the vampires she doesn’t trust.

Click for a sneak peak!

Preorder your copy on Amazon

Super Short Snippet of Aileen 4

I'm on my final read through of the book. I'd planned to have a cover and preorder for you guys, but I'm still waiting on one piece. I'm hoping to have everything in order by the end of this week. Here is a bribe in the meantime. 

Snippet

“What was that?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t want to risk blood staining this dress,” I told him.

“Why am I not surprised?” he asked, not giving me time to look around the room as he hurried me to the dais where Thomas sat on an ornate chair, like a king surveying his subjects.

It was a surprising sight. Thomas expected a certain respect from those under his command, but he hadn’t struck me as the type to go this feudal. He watched us with an interested gaze, noting the tension in both our faces.

“Usually one tries not to bring themselves to the attention of the biggest predator in the room,” Liam said.

“You’re welcome,” I told him.

“For what?”

“For interfering before you could do something you’d regret.”

“I had myself perfectly under control.”

I gave him a sideways look. “Uh huh.”

A small growl slipped from him as he propelled me up onto the dais, positioning me at Thomas’s side, just behind his chair before taking his place next to me on Thomas’s other side.

“Problem?” Thomas asked.

“No,” came Liam’s abrupt response.

Thomas looked at me.

I shrugged. “He’s sensitive.”

Secret Project Sneak Peak

I've been getting a lot of questions about what I'm working on next. To start - Aileen 4 is due back from the editor at any moment. In the meantime, I've been working on a story that has taken up a lot of real estate in my head for the last few years. Don't know when I'll publish it since I plan at least three books in the series. I've been toying with the notion of publishing them back to back, but it could be a while since I want to write Dragon 4 and Broken Lands 4 before I write the second book.

Either way, I'm excited to be working on this project. Since it's Monday, I thought you guys might enjoy a sneak peak.

Standard Disclaimers Apply - This has not been fully edited and I may change it for the final product. Hope you guys enjoy.

Sneak Peak

The burnt out wreckage of the alien spaceship drifted in a halo of its own debris. Its end had been violent and full of fire and carnage. The scars of its last battle were still visible in the gaping wounds dotted throughout its carcass.

At least half of its body was missing, bits of it floating in a mass around it. What little remained intact was riddled with scorch marks as it tumbled slowly through space, the story of its end visible to all who neared.

Kira’s breath remained steady as she drifted closer to her target, the void of space pressing in all around her. The dead ship was just one of many in a debris field that spanned thousands of miles. A relic from a battle fought nearly twelve years ago, it was the perfect monetary opportunity for the very few who were brave and foolish enough to attempt salvaging it.

This particular ship was smack dab in the middle of the field, a priceless opportunity for those stupid enough to risk life and limb on it. Kira hoped the risk meant great reward. Most salvagers would keep to the edges of the debris field to avoid risk puncturing the outer hull of their ship.

“Stay alert, Kira. My calculations place the chances of a suit puncture at seventy six point four three percent,” a voice said over the comms.

“We’ve been over this, Jin. The upgrades to my suit mean I can withstand any debris smaller than my fist,” Kira responded. It wasn’t quite combat grade but it was better than anything her fellow salvagers might have. “The new radar we picked up will detect anything within ten meters.”

Jin sniffed, the sound insulted. “That thing is at most only ninety six percent accurate.”

Kira ignored the grumbling. Her friend had fought the radar’s purchase and had been a grumpy about its presence ever since. Kira didn’t care. The new radar would be a valuable tool, especially if they continued going after the more difficult ships that other salvagers were too afraid to attempt.

“We’ve been over this. The radar isn’t going to replace you. It simply frees you up to concentrate on more important tasks,” she told him in a soothing voice.

She flicked on the propulsion unit, grinning as the thrusters kicked online. She loved this feeling. The abrupt jolt that took her from drifting aimlessly to her being the guide and navigator.

She easily dodged the bigger pieces of debris as she wound her way closer to the misshapen hulk waiting for her.

“I still think we should have gone after the ship the Sweet sisters told us about. This one has disaster written all over it,” Jin groused.

“If we’d done that, we would have had to fight those same sisters off once we got through with the salvage. You know they like to snatch other people’s hard work,” Kira explained again. “Besides, I’m pretty sure this is warrior class. An elite or superior at the very least.”

“That makes me feel a lot better,” Jin said sarcastically. “It’s not like they don’t have a high mortality rate for salvagers.”

“This conversation is really boosting my confidence right now.” Kira’s voice was dry.

“It’s my job to notify you of the risk in any salvage operation.”

Yes and Jin was very scrupulous about doing his job. Even when you would prefer he didn’t. Like now, while she was drifting through the void, only a few thin layers between it and her.

Kira maneuvered around another set of space junk. Looked like a bulkhead, probably one of the reasons the lower half of the ship was gone.

“I’m approaching the main body,” Kira said, the banter of earlier falling away as her focus turned to the job.

“What do you see?”

“The control room looks to be intact. A few of the weapon chutes are still there.”

The main bridge would have been in the upper middle part of the ship, behind several bulk heads. She’d been right before. It was a Superior, definitely warrior class.

During the height of the war, it would have sent the human fleet scurrying. Nearly indestructible, it’s defensive and offensive capabilities were among the best their enemy, the tsavitee had. No doubt it’d been responsible for sending more than one of Earth’s ships to an early grave along with any unfortunates who were among the crew.

Size in space often had little impact on a ship’s capabilities. This one was considered midsize. Not quite a dreadnought. Next to her small form, it seemed massive.

She knew the specs for this ship, had studied them and others like it. The ship would have had a crew of about a hundred aboard when it was destroyed. A hundred of humanity’s enemies that went down with the ship in one of the bloodiest battles of a decades long war. 

Built from a dark metal, it nearly blended in with the black of space. Its shape was ominous and foreboding, the lines sharp and cutting. Kira didn’t know if that was because of her own perception and history or because it was essentially a graveyard.

“Any of the cannons look salvageable?”

Kira examined the ship. It was difficult since it continued to rotate along the same lines it would have when it died.

“No, they’re torn to bits. There are a few pieces here and there, the rest of the parts are likely floating around me,” she said.

“Do you think they’re worth salvaging?” he asked.

“Not on this ship. I’ll focus on the main body for now. We can mark the location and come back later for the rest.”

“Alright, I’m ready for you to begin your approach. Remember, these ships tend to have nasty defenses. Try not to trip them this time.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” she told him.

“You say that, and yet you always seem to find trouble.” His voice was tart. “I’m not coming to get you this time.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to. Just make sure to keep the Wanderer out of danger,” Kira said. Before he could respond, her voice turned businesslike. “Beginning my approach.”

“Your trajectory is good. You should reach the ship in four minutes and ten seconds,” he said.

Kira maneuvered closer, her heart rate remaining steady despite the danger. She’d only made it three meters when her proximity alert went off, the screen in her mask flashing red. She hit her thrusters, shooting left. A silver shape sailed past her.

Guess that meant the ship’s defenses were definitely intact. A grin took over her face.

When they did finally crack this nut, they were going to make a mint off it. Enough for that new food synthesizer that actually made food that tasted like food and not the chalky crap she was currently living off of.

“What was that?” Jin asked.

“Nothing,” she told him, her voice distracted.

The weapon chasing her through the wreckage looked like a long silvery ribbon. It looked and moved as if it was organic, darting around pieces of metal with a lithe sinuous glide as it followed Kira. It reminded her in many ways of Earth’s eels. She’d never seen one in person but she’d seen pictures in books and in video.

This thing moved in much the same way, as if it was swimming through space. If it caught her, it would wrap around her before yanking her apart. That was if it didn’t burn through her suit first.

“Is that a Strigmor Eel?” Jin’s outrage was clear even over the comms.

Kira didn’t bother denying it, too busy trying not to fly headfirst into any wreckage.

“How did you set off the ship’s defenses?” he cried.

“Little busy here,” Kira said. She shot down, the eel just missing her.

“Did you not cloak? I told you how important it was to cloak,” he wailed.

“I cloaked,” Kira said through gritted teeth. She veered to the ship. Maybe it wouldn’t follow her inside.

“Don’t go inside the ship. That’s a bad idea,” Jin lectured.

An instant later a second proximity alert went off, alerting Kira to another eel heading her way.

“Told you.” Jin’s voice was smug.

Kira ignored him, dipping down as she zig zagged at a breakneck speed through wreckage that would cut her to pieces if it impacted.

She rounded a piece of particularly large metal, the first eel right on her tail, the second peeling off to try to trap her from the other side. She flicked her eyes up and to the left, blinking twice to trigger her defensive flares. Hundreds of tiny lights, each one a metal ball bearing no bigger than a marble streaked out from her suit.

The eel flew into them, the balls attaching to its skin in a big clump. Seconds later they burst, splitting the eel in half.

Kira shot away from the wreckage, just in time for the second eel to come up from underneath. She darted through the deadly obstacle course, the eel no more than a few lengths behind her.

Her new suit with its upgrades was a blessing just then. It was its own miniature space craft, capable of the flexible maneuvering that a bigger craft would never have been able to do. She’d designed it to her specifications, sourced every piece of it. Now it was making all that time, effort and money worthwhile.

The view screen expanded and contracted as she searched through the wreckage for the perfect spot to take out the other eel.

There. Two long pieces of wreckage floated together, connected by a thin beam. That was perfect.
Kira veered for it, hitting her turbos and increasing her speed. The eel fell back, just slightly. Enough for her purposes.

She darted between the two sheets, brushing against one side and leaving several sticky charges on it before moving to the other side. This was done within seconds.

She hit a hard reverse on her thrusters, gritting her teeth as the suit shook around her as it ground to a stop. She turned on her back and waited.

The eel didn’t disappoint, sailing into the small space, its body slithering toward her as it spotted her.

She smiled at it. “Hello, beautiful.”

She lifted her arm, lining up the shot as it prepared to dart after her. She fired, a blue light streaking toward the eel. It easily dodged, moving to the side as the light missed it.

Her smile widened. She kicked her thrusters back online, using them to send her rocketing away from the eel, her eyes locked on it.

The light hit the sticky charges. A force punched Kira in the chest, then the metal around the eel imploded, warping around it and killing it.

Kira continued her backwards glide.

“The eels have been neutralized,” she said.

“Good, now that you’re done playing, maybe you can get back to salvaging this ship. You only have a few hours of air left and it’ll take you nearly that long to get close again,” Jin said.

“Roger that,” Kira said.

Not a Lot Happening

There's not a whole lot to report at the moment. Aileen 4 is with the editor. Until she comes back, I'm working on one of my passion projects.

It has been great playing in a totally brand new world. I'd forgotten how difficult it can be to build the world and characters I see in my head. There are hidden undercurrents to explore, the rules of their world to determine. To say nothing of the names I put to people, places and things. (Always the hardest part. Right now there are a lot of xxxx placeholders.) It's exhausting and difficult but in the best of ways.

It's like opening a puzzle box and not knowing how all the pieces will fit together. Sometimes the picture is fuzzy and you just have to trust that in the end you'll eventually create something you'll be proud of. In the meantime you just have to keep moving forward.

That said, I'm looking forward to visiting with Tate and the gang this weekend as I start taking the crazy, disjointed ideas I've been jotting down and working them into some type of cohesive plot. I'm super excited for this next adventure because I'm going to get to do a lot of things I've just been thinking about until now.