Dali by E.M. Hamill Blog Tour

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We have E.M. Hamill stopping by today with her new release Dali from NineStar Press

Title:  Dali

Author: E.M. Hamill

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: 8/7/17

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 85200

Genre: science fiction, space travel, third gender, interspecies sex, kidnapping, genderfluid, space opera

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Dalí Tamareia has everything—a young family and a promising career as an Ambassador in the Sol Fed Diplomatic Corps. Dalí’s path as a peacemaker seems clear, but when their loved ones are killed in a terrorist attack, grief sends the genderfluid changeling into a spiral of self-destruction.

Fragile Sol Fed balances on the brink of war with a plundering alien race. Their skills with galactic relations are desperately needed to broker a protective alliance, but in mourning, Dalí no longer cares, seeking oblivion at the bottom of a bottle, in the arms of a faceless lover, or at the end of a knife.

The New Puritan Movement is rising to power within the government, preaching strict genetic counseling and galactic isolation to ensure survival of the endangered human race. Third gender citizens like Dalí don’t fit the mold of this perfect plan, and the NPM will stop at nothing to make their vision become reality. When Dalí stumbles into a plot threatening changelings like them, a shadow organization called the Penumbra recruits them for a rescue mission full of danger, sex, and intrigue, giving Dalí purpose again.

Risky liaisons with a sexy, charismatic pirate lord could be Dalí’s undoing—and the only way to prevent another deadly act of domestic terrorism.

 

Exclusive Excerpt

 

Sumner rolled the whiskey in his glass. “Our network of contacts is widespread. We all have past lives we can tap into. Learn who you can trust on undercover missions and cultivate those relationships. Give them reason to trust you, and they will work with you.”

“Like me?”

“Like you. I don’t offer them all jobs, though.” He set the alcohol down. “There may be unpleasant aspects to this operation. I want to be certain you’re fully aware of the risks.” Sumner started to color; the deep-red flush crept around his clavicles and worked its way up. “There is a high probability you will be sexually abused by the Nos. It’s a method they use to show captives they are powerless.”

“The people we’re going to rescue already suffered abuse back in Sol Fed. To bring them home, I’m willing to accept the risk.”

“What about voluntarily sleeping with the enemy if the opportunity presents?” The flush climbed all the way up to his hairline.

“It depends on the situation.” I knocked back a slug of whiskey. “I’ll make my own determinations.”

“I would never make it an order.” He sat back. “And killing?”

“I understood the possibility existed when I was active in the militia.” I met his eyes. “If you vetted me as thoroughly as I suspect, you saw my psi-ops eval.”

“You’re an empath. That’s the reason the Zereid don’t kill, isn’t it?”

“How would you feel about experiencing someone else’s death, Commander?”

“If it came down to your life against another’s, could you kill?”

It was a cold feeling to search my conscience and realize I could. “Yes.”

“I’m going to be blunt. Deep-cover missions can consume you if you go too far, and they can mess with your head. My director almost didn’t let me ask you to do this. Your current psych profile, especially the loss of your family, makes you high risk for failure.” He met my eyes directly. “They had issues with sending a brand-new agent into a situation as dangerous as this. Unique circumstances being what they are, I don’t have a better option. But I think you can do it.”

“Make getting the others out your priority. I’m going into this voluntarily. They weren’t given any choice.”

“You still looking to die?”

His gaze challenged me to answer. “I’d say my ambivalence has tilted to the side of living. I’m not attached to it yet, but I could be.”

“We don’t do suicide missions.”

“It didn’t cross my mind. That’s the truth.”

“Good. If I think you’re taking unnecessary risks, I’ll terminate your employment and ship your ass back to Zereid. Friend Gor and the kindergartners can sort you out. Survival first. Mission second. You understand me?”

“Loud and clear, sir.”

Sumner sat back, satisfied. “When the time comes for extraction, we’ll contact you on your implant. Even if it’s off, we can activate it remotely and signal you like this.” He pulled a PDD from its cradle and swiped across its screen. Three tones sounded in my skull. “If you can’t respond without being compromised, we will repeat the signal hourly until you can talk. Initiate contact with the word ‘Inconceivable.’”

I laughed outright. “How many Princess Bride references do intergalactic spies use, Commander?”

“On my team? Constantly. The Cthash love the movie. Ra’sho came up with the idea to use it as code for this mission. How well do you know it?”

“Five years of university drinking games well. You guys watch a lot of holo vids?”

“Missions are long and tedious sometimes. Most of it is waiting for things to happen. Got to pass the time, somehow.” Sumner grinned at me widely. “We decided your designation should be Miracle Max or Buttercup. Your choice.”

“Gee, thanks.” I thought a second. “It might be useful to keep both an option, if I assume a gender.”

“Good idea. Do you appear that much different as a female?”

“Subtle facial differences, and two larger ones.” I lowered my chin toward my chest. “If I wear cosmetics, my appearance changes more drastically.”

“What about your voice?”

“Do you need a sample for the communicators?”

“Yes.” His fingers flew over the PDD. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“This is how I speak when I’m female.” I pitched my voice to ring higher in my head, breathier. I changed my body language subtly and crossed my legs at the knee. “I haven’t had trouble with my speech-activated devices recognizing either one.”

Sumner’s eyes widened. “Wow. Impressive.”

“Vocal training and posture, Commander.” I took a more delicate sip of the potent alcohol. “No physical changes involved yet.”

“Even without it, you’re female.” His brow furrowed in confusion. He studied my face intently. “That’s quite an illusion.”

“Human beings look for certain things to determine gender when they can’t see what’s under the kilt. It took some study. I was seventeen when we went back to Sol Fed. I picked out someone I wanted to be like, someone I found attractive and fascinating as a female. I begged her to be my roommate for a semester so I could imitate her.” I smiled, remembering. I uncrossed my legs, sat back and let the space between my knees widen, my forearm resting on one thigh as I confided in the deeper register I used as a male, “Her name was Allison. Intelligent, beautiful, and completely uninhibited. She was my first lover in both genders.”

“And now you’re a guy.” Sumner shook his head. “How do you do that?”

“Perception only. I have no gender; only the mannerisms and voice you expect from a man or a woman.”

“On the Bedia, and at the temple, I got a strong sense of your personality but neither sex.”

“That’s who I truly am.”

“Fair enough.”

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E.M. Hamill is a nurse by day, sci fi and fantasy novelist by night. She lives in eastern Kansas with her family, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse. She also writes young adult material under the name Elisabeth Hamill. Her first novel, SONG MAGICK, won first place for YA fantasy in the 2014 Dante Rossetti Awards for Young Adult Fiction.

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