Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Jambrea Jo Jones joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Jambrea’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Jambrea’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to ZAM,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! She’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

Here’s a little bit about Jambrea:

Jambrea wanted to be the youngest romance author published, but life impeded the dreams. She put her writing aside and went to college briefly, then enlisted in the Air Force. After serving in the military, she returned home to Indiana to start her family. A few years later, she discovered yahoo groups and book reviews. There was no turning back. She was bit by the writing bug.

 

She enjoys spending time with her son when not writing and loves to receive reader feedback. She’s addicted to the internet so feel free to email her anytime.

Find out more about Jambrea on her website, Twitter, Facebook, or her Facebook Group.

HERE’s the snippet:

“Commander **** ******, a panel of your peers has found you guilty of theft of government property. You are hereby dishonourably discharged and sentenced to thirty days on the penal colony Devil’s Island.”

**** fell to his seat in disbelief as the panel left the room. Just like that, his military career was gone, like so much smoke. Most would think that was the worst thing, but it wasn’t. The worst was ****’s lover, ****, couldn’t be found.  A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, hoping to see ****. His stomach sank when he saw his friend, **** instead.

“It’s no use, ****. It’s as if he’s disappeared. His parents don’t know where he is, either. I’m sorry.”

He rested his head in his hands. “I can’t believe it, ****. He’s out there, somewhere, hurt. He’d be here if he was able.” **** looked up at **** and saw the guards approaching behind her.

“I’ll do what I can to find him, ****.”

He gave a sharp nod and turned to follow the guards to the pod waiting to take him to Devil’s Island, his thoughts in turmoil. How would he survive the next thirty days? Being in the military put a target on his back and Devil’s Island was one of the worst prison colonies in the universe. His heart ached at the thought of ****, alone and hurt while he could do nothing about it. Nothing really mattered if **** wasn’t safe. The guard shoved him into the craft and shackled him to the seat. After the criminals were processed, the ship started the journey to Devil’s Island.

“Hey, you’s that military thief? Yep, you is. You’s the guy whose got fucked up the ass, but then, I hear ya like that, don’t ya?” The passenger beside him snickered. “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of action on DI.”

**** leaned over and yanked him close enough that **** could smell the man’s putrid breath. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No need to gets with the rough stuff. I ain’t after that pretty ass,” the man mumbled as **** shoved him back into his seat.

**** closed his eyes to block out the upcoming nightmare. He had two hours to devise a plan that would keep him from getting killed while being detained. He had a lover to find.  One step at a time.  His thoughts drifted. What had happened? That question played over and over in his mind. One minute, **** had left the ship. The next, the Alliance had boarded the ship and arrested ****. Two days before the ship docked, the crew had conducted an inventory and those government boxes hadn’t been there. The Alliance had shown up, and suddenly, there the boxes had sat, pretty as you please. Something wasn’t adding up. **** didn’t do suspicion. He placed his faith in all his crew and expected their trust in return. **** had never given him a reason not to trust him. Hell, **** loved the man. He couldn’t love a traitor, could he?

Focus, Damn it! Worry about now. The force of take-off glued him to the seat. He swallowed then bit his lip. He wasn’t prepared, not really. All the training in the world couldn’t prepare a person for a prison colony—an open world full of the worst criminals in the universe. He couldn’t figure out why the Alliance wanted to send him to a high security planet. He should have been shipped off to one of the minimum security colonies.

When the flight smoothed out, **** forced himself to relax. He had to get some sleep. He wouldn’t get much on DI. **** prayed he would wake from this nightmare, wrapped in the comfort of **** arms, ready for their morning romp.

****, where are you?

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Thanks for joining us, Jambrea!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!