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In exciting news, I’ve finally finished Darker Space – the sequel to Dark Space. This one was a long time coming. I think that so many people were excited for the sequel, that I was worried I would completely screw it up. When I wrote Dark Space I did it with no expectations at all that anyone would like it, or Brady’s voice. I wrote it anyway, totally free of pressure. But because so many people did love Brady, I might have panicked slightly when I came to the sequel. What if I made changes that everyone hated? How did I make Brady mature, without losing that particular brand of sarcasm and bad attitude that covered up his fear? And what about his use of homophobic slurs, even just in his own head? Is that something he’s outgrown? Is it something he’s even acknowledged? And there’s a scene in Darker Space where I definitely thought “Uh oh. People aren’t going to like Brady anymore.” In the end, that scene stayed, because people make mistakes, and Brady makes a lot of mistakes. But hopefully, I show that he learns from them.
I don’t have a release date yet for Darker Space, but it’s in line edits now. As soon as I know when it will be out, I will let everyone know. In the meantime, here’s a scene with Brady showing a lot of the same attitude he did in the first book
Cam was right about me. Every thought I ever had was written across my face. Which was another reason I hated these interviews. Those assholes knew exactly how much I hated them, and they hated me right back. I’d already been written up twice for insubordination. Once for refusing to answer a question, and once for my attitude.
My attitude? Fuck them.
See, there was the problem right there.
Luckily Cam was there to keep me more or less under control most of the time. Or at least deflect attention from me when I was busy digging myself into shit.
The door opened, and a rat-faced junior officer stuck his head out. “Lieutenant Rushton and Crewman Garrett? They’re ready for you.”
I swore under my breath.
“I’ve got this, Brady,” Cam said now, when what he really meant was I’ve got you.
We walked in together. If the junior officer who closed the door behind us noticed the way Cam’s hand lingered on the small of my back as we entered, he didn’t comment on it.
I knew what these assholes thought, but I knew they figured we were only together because of the connection that Kai-Ren had fabricated so that I was Cam’s unwilling pacemaker back when they’d cut him out of the stasis pod on Defender Three. And maybe that was the how we got together, but it wasn’t why we were still together. Because once we weren’t in each other’s heads anymore, and once I got over the shock of being with a guy, I still wanted to be with Cam.
For as long as he’d have me, I wanted to stay.
I wasn’t gay, I’d told myself a hundred times on Defender Three. I’d blamed it all on that psychic connection. Live-streaming Cam’s wet dreams all that time had obviously scrambled my own frequencies, right? And once Cam was out of my head, it’d all go away again, right?
Because I was an idiot. Cam hadn’t made me gay. Cam was just the guy who’d made me admit it to myself. Which wasn’t to say that a hot girl in a tight shirt couldn’t still get my attention. She couldn’t keep it though, not when I had Cam.
That heroic guy on the poster? That so-handsome-you-hate-him-on-principle guy? All mine, and better than anyone else could even imagine. What he got out of the deal in return though was up for debate. And I had a feeling the bunch of officers eyeballing the pair of us as we walked into the room would debate it at length once this interview was over.
And, oh great, Chris Varro was here as well, sitting on the end of a panel with his notebook open and his pen in his hand.
“Lieutenant Rushton and Crewman Garrett,” one of them said at last. “Take a seat.”
I slumped down onto a chair and fiddled with my tie. Cam sat beside me, his back ramrod straight.
The worst part about these interviews was that you never knew what they’d throw at you until it was already too late to prepare a defense. Assholes.
“Garrett,” Officer Three said, looking up from his paperwork. My heart sank as I recognized him. Hanron. Major Hanron. The psychologist. I didn’t like him or his flash card obsession. Every time I spoke to him, sometimes in interviews like this and sometimes in one-on-one sessions in his office, he always smiled a little at whatever I said, like he knew I was lying and he saw straight through it. Even when I wasn’t. He always asked about the psychic link Cam and I had shared, and asked a hundred different stupid questions and made me fill out a bunch of quizzes, and play dumb games with colored counters, and do lots of word association. And not just the sort I did in my head:
Major Hanron: Major Dickhead.
But the thing I hated most about Hanron was the way he always started with exactly the same question. He pointed his pen at me, and then at Cam, and then back to me. “Still together?”
“Yes,” I said, and tacked on a belated, “sir.”
The officers looked at one another and then at Cam like they were trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. Why someone like Cameron Rushton would be with a dirty reffo like me.
Every fucking time.
Jesus. I really didn’t want to do this today.
“Interesting,” Major Hanron said, his mouth turning up in a smug little smile as he made a note.
Seriously, fuck him.
“Maybe it’s because I give better head than Captain Varro,” I said. “Sir.”
Hanron’s jaw dropped. The rest of the panel gaped at me. I don’t think any of them, even Cam, had thought there was any way I could dig myself a deeper hole.
“What?” I asked. “Oh, please. Look at him. He’s fucking hot. If he gave the word, you assholes would fight each other for the chance to get on your knees and suck his cock.” I looked at Major Hanron and twisted my mouth up into a sneer. “Particularly you, sir, am I right?”
About Lisa Henry
Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.
She shares her house with too many cats, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
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