Queen of Spades Book 1 by EJ Dawson Genre: SciFi Action Romance
Ayla is a villain. With a gift that allows her to see when anyone will die, she’s remorseless in her profession as the perfect assassin. When she wakes up in a cryo-tank three thousand years in the future, and no idea how she came to be there, all that matters is survival.
Rescued by Leith and the crew of the Nuria, Ayla discovers a far evolved world of space ships and galactic colonization. But everything comes with a price, and though Ayla is no princess locked in an icy tower, she still has to pay for the rescue she didn’t know she needed.
Given over to Leith, a darkly handsome man who reads Ayla far easier than she’d like, they must work together if Ayla is to repay her debt. As the pair come to learn how dangerous one another are, so too grows a lustful bond that comes with rules of its own. Fighting to learn why she was frozen, Ayla’s dragged into Leith’s past with a criminal organization seeking to take over this sector of the galaxy. In order to survive, Leith will need Ayla’s help, but Ayla doesn’t know if she’s willing to pay what it will cost her…
“You will die,” he promised. He gave her an open-handed slap. Ayla let the blood run from her busted lip, giving him a bloody smile.
“Not before you.” She reached inside him and changed his date. Her head was already throbbing, the sensation now worse, but Lisandro fell back, tripping, stunned.
Agony pulsated through her temples, but she drove onwards. The pulsing changed, echoing down through her power until it was thundering through Lisandro’s head.
He bellowed, falling toward her, meeting her foot as she kicked him hard between his legs. Lisandro fell to the floor like a rag doll, and Ayla rose while snapping the cuffs. Boot steps behind her whirled her around, and she dropped to avoid a knife that sliced through the air, Lisandro’s partner in revenge.
Dark and dangerous, he moved with the blade, no stranger to knife play. Lucky for her, Ayla was no stranger, either.
He stabbed, and she stepped inside his guard to strike but backed off when he switched the blade’s direction mid-swing. She leaned back to avoid it, and he kicked her heel. One leg buckled, dropping her to a knee, then he twisted his grip to bring it plunging toward her chest.
Ayla dropped to the floor, catching herself on her palms and bringing a free leg up to kick out his knee. The inside joint cracked. He gasped, falling to one side. As he fell, she rose to bring her boot down on his injured knee. There was another snap, and he howled.
Not down yet, he waved the blade madly until she backed off, and he dragged himself onto one leg, limping all the while. Ayla heard a door slide open and saw two figures enter.
It wasn’t who she wanted to see.
A spunky woman and slight guy.
Not Casey and Leith.
EJ Dawson was born rather tardily (a fault that was to continue throughout life) in the picture perfect spring of 1983 in Canberra, Australia. Growing up on an abandoned mine next to a huge pine forest, time turned the once lovely weatherboard house and carefully kept grounds into creaky old home with rambling gardens. A wondrous place for a child to explore, accompanied by parents devoted to books and reading aloud.
From this her thirst for fiction was grown, nurtured, and has never ended.
Flitting between wanting to be a vet, biologist, meteorologist, archaeologist she settled into a double degree in history and archaeologist before moving into the working world. During school and university she never stopped writing, including taking creative writing courses and starting on her own novels, the first being finished when she was eighteen.
None of these seemed to be quite right, and so the writing never stopped.
Losing several novels over the years, in 2014 during a spontaneous moment a book involving airship chases and things that crept in the dark leapt to mind, and the first 50 thousand words written in the course of several weeks over a hot summer. Still reeling from the initial idea, the world she had created came into bloom, one novel idea at a time, until an intricate web had formed.
The Last Prophecy.
A steampunk flavoured suspenseful fantasy series has been likened to the Mummy crossed with Star Trek by reviewers.
EJ Dawson currently resides in rural Victoria with her loving husband, demanding felines, and very relaxed python. Still working full time, when she isn’t writing, she’s playing RPG games, computer games, and, of course, reading.