I enjoyed this novel and the author has written the characters well. The entire book is written from Sasha’s point of view so you get to know her and want her to succeed. It would have been great to have a pov on Dirk helping us readers to get to know him a bit better though. Sasha’s Calling has a mixture of science fiction, humour, action and romance with a twist of erotica. The novel moves along quite fast and I thoroughly enjoyed it. T.C. Archer's writing is good.
Sasha's Calling is exciting, action packed with twist and turns for a great read. I hope that we see these two characters in future novels. I would definitely recommend this novel to my friends.
quickened her pace. A man waiting for an elevator came into view. An unexpected
flutter of anticipation closed around her heart. His golden hair cut precisely
at the nape of his neck gave him a surgical look that didn’t—couldn’t—detract
from broad shoulders emphasized by the fashionable lime green Nauru jacket he
wore. He stood a head taller than her one and three-quarter meters. A triwheeled
robot like those ambassadors used as aides waited two paces behind
The man turned. The bot followed suit, stupidly mimicking the movement. Sasha’s
breath caught. The ambassador either wore contacts or had surgically implanted
chrome irises, but the polychrome eyes that followed her approach didn’t
disguise the intense stare. Despite the pebbled nipples that now strained
against her suit, his gaze never wavered from her face. Damn her luck. She’d
encountered the only male on Centor who had morals.
The footfalls of the Pinkertons behind her grew louder, and more footfalls sounded
from around the curve ahead. She flicked a glance down the corridor. No doors or
branching hallways were visible, only the elevator that hadn’t yet arrived. Her
pulse spiked. Trapped.
Sasha slowed to a stroll, the ambassador’s gaze still fastened on her. She could
almost see herself in his eyes. She stepped up to him, seized his lapel-less
jacket, and pulled him down so they were face-to-face. If nothing else, she was
Lips crashed onto lips. His were firm, hers demanding. She pressed closer, her pistol
nestled out of sight, and drove him back against the intersection between the
elevator and the wall. His tongue touched the seam of her lips. She startled.
Well, well, her savior was an opportunist too, and not so moral after all.