Star Crossed

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Houston, Texas, 1964

Geraldine Brixton is ready to make history as the first female American astronaut. After a childhood traveling the air show circuit, she works as a pilot, so she’s more than prepared for the flying. But space demands more than operating equipment and the last obstacle in her way is also the most serious: math.

Beverly Fox has made a career crunching the numbers that launch men into space. Numbers aren’t her problem: limits are. From the narrow expectations of her parents to discrimination at work, Bev’s life has been cut down over and over. Only in her hidden time after dark does she feel whole.

Wanting to do her part to get a woman into space, Bev offers to help Geri conquer math. But neither anticipates her intense attraction—or that it might be shared. Together, they could soar to everything they’ve ever wanted, but will their secrets bring them crashing back to Earth?

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Frequently Asked Questions

  • When will Star Crossed be out? Late March 2017, though we can’t be more specific than that. Watch this space for updates.
  • How long is Star Crossed? The first draft is 68K, so long category length and a little longer than Star Dust and a little shorter than Earth Bound.
  • What’s the heat level for Star Crossed? Hot but not erotic.
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Excerpt

Why was it so difficult to find the ladies’ room?

Geraldine Brixton knew the answer: The astronaut facilities were set apart from the technicians’ facilities, and since up until now the astronauts had only been male, there were no ladies’ facilities for the lady astronauts. But pondering the question gave her something to focus on as she searched the halls of ASD.

She poked her head down one hall, scanning the row of doors. None of them looked likely. She could use the men’s room reserved for the Perseid Six, but she did not want to come across one of them in the process. They were already hostile enough—there was no need to invade more of their territory.

The male astronauts weren’t the only ones who couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of female astronauts. The other day, one of the engineers asked her to fetch him some coffee. She’d been on the cover of Life last week, and he still assumed she was a secretary.

The mistake had angered Mr. Parsons, who’d informed the engineer that she was not—in his words—“a goddamned secretary.” While Geri appreciated his motives, she wished Mr. Parsons had never said anything. Sometimes—most of the time—it was best to let things go. But he had a hair-trigger temper, so she’d kept quiet about all of it.

She turned down yet another hall, praying this one would be it. The doors to her left said “Computing Department.” Geri stopped short. There was that female computer she’d met the day they’d taken all those pictures—Dr. Eason. She ought to know where the ladies’ room was.

Geri pushed open the door slowly, scanning the room. There were plenty of men working, but no women—

Only, there was. A lone woman, her back to the door, dressed in a brick red sheath, her dark, kinetic curls pulled into a bun tucked at the base of her neck. The woman’s skin was a rich brown and shimmered like satin even under the fluorescent lights.

Geri’s gaze ran over the woman, her skin tingling as her heart began to pound.

Oh no. This couldn’t be happening. Not here.

Over the years, Geri had become proficient at suppressing her body’s instinctive reactions. The rush of blood to her cheeks and other places, the dryness of her mouth, the race of her pulse—those could all be ignored. She’d trained herself to do it.

And it helped when she was flying, to have such tight control over her physiology. It had certainly helped in the sensory deprivation tank.

Suppressing her instinctive reactions had turned these little crushes of hers into simple annoyances in her other life, but to have one happen here of all places would be fatal to her ambitions.

Geri wanted to be an astronaut—a proper astronaut—more than she’d wanted anything in her life. So she backed out of the doorway, intending to disappear before this inconvenient response of hers could grow any worse.

But then the woman turned, her beautifully full mouth opening in a moment of surprise. One corner of her mouth tipped up into something that wasn’t quite a smile. More like a tickle at the edge of her lips.

“May I help you?” she asked.

As that not-quite-a-smile hit her square in the chest, Geri cursed the unfairness of the world. It gave a woman inclinations and skills, and then it told her not to use them. It put a creature as pretty as the woman in red on the planet, and then it told Geri not to notice.

It, all of it, was a damn shame.

You can read the whole thing in March 2017.

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