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AN ACCIDENTAL GODDESS -- Jan 2006

Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine Gold Medal Top Pick Award!

Being divine has never been more dangerous...

Raheiran Special Forces Captain Gillaine Davré has just woken up in some unknown space station, wondering where the last three hundred years have gone. The last thing she remembers is her ship being attacked. Now it seems that while she was time-traveling, she was ordained a Goddess…

Gillaine’s only hope of survival rests with dangerously seductive Admiral “Mack” Makarian, who suspects her of being a smuggler—or worse. But he can’t begin to imagine the full extent of it. For Gillaine is now Lady Kiasidira, holy icon to countless believers, including Mack—a man who inspires feelings in her that are far from saintly…feelings she knows are mutual. But when their flirtation is interrupted by a treacherous enemy from the past, Gillaine’s secret—and secret desires—could destroy them both….


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RIO Award Finalist
Winner RWA Windy City Choice Award: Best FF&P Romance
Sapphire Award 2nd Place (tie with Gabriel's Ghost)
Romantic Times BOOKreviews Award Nominee: Best Futuristic
PEARL Award Honorable Mention: Best Science Fiction Novel
Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine Gold Medal Top Pick Award

4-1/2 Stars - Gold Medal TOP PICK

"This is exquisite storytelling that combines delicious romance, a spellbinding plot, and vivid characters into a powerful drama that transcends genres." - Kelly Rae Cooper for Romantic Times BOOKreviews

"Accidental Goddess proves once again why Sinclair is one of the reigning queens of science fiction romance...This is a book readers can hand to non-SF fans and say, 'Try it. You'll like it.' And they will...provided they enjoy bright, attractive characters, an interesting plot, action, adventure, humor and romance." - Penny Kenny for STARLOG magazine

"An Accidental Goddess is a quirky, humorous, fast-paced saga of deception, passion, trust, and risk. Gillaine wants Mack to see her for herself not as his goddess; however, an ancient enemy may force her to reveal herself. Linnea Sinclair’s innovative and entertaining story will captivate the reader and provide hours of laughter, suspense, and adventure." - SciFiBookSpot

"[F]ascinating and extremely hard to put down. The blend of magic and high tech is fascinating, the love story well handled, and the action and plot very well crafted. An Accidental Goddess is a first class read in its own right and can be read stand alone, but to gain the full flavor of the backdrop of the various warring clans gods and personalities, I recommend reading Wintertide as well. Very well done, Ms. Sinclair!" - Timeless Tales Book Reviews

"...Linnea Sinclair is a guarantee of amazing characters, racing story-lines and a good time. She draws you into her stories with ease, keeps you with her with twists, turns and great secondary characters and holds you until the exciting conclusion. This is one author who definitely can't write fast enough for me!" - Reviewed for The Road to Romance by Sue Waldeck


excerpt

The Accidential Goddess

Admiral Makarian was not happy. Gillie didn’t need her telepathic senses to figure that out. It was in the tension in his broad shoulders, in the way the tall man moved like a jungle pantrelon, poised to kill.

He did remind her of a pantrelon, with his dark hair and eyes, his black uniform accenting his sleekly muscled body. Pure Khalar, and definitely attractive. His people had changed little in three hundred and some odd years. Except to become a little less warlike, a little more tolerant than she remembered them. And a lot less careful.

Though Makarian might be the exception.

It’s your fault.

Simon’s teasing comment reached her as she palmed open the ship’s main hatch. He found the temple, and her attendant goddesshood, amusing. She didn’t.

It’s not my fault! She could feel Makarian’s breath on her hair, the heat from his body brushing hers as the hatch slid open. He didn’t trust her more than five inches away from him.

The Holy Guidelines of the Goddess Kiasidira—

We’re all Tridivinians. There is no Goddess Kiasidira and you damn well know it!

My Lady…

Stuff a sock in it, Simon. I don’t have time for that right now.

The small bridge was appropriately disheveled. She sent Simon a mental nod of appreciation. She’d been out cold while he’d altered the ship into something suitable for this situation, place, and time. And done a damned good job of it.

Gillie slid into the pilot’s chair, dusted some debris from the console in front of her. It was her first look at Simon’s rendition, but she’d helmed a variety of starships most of her adult life. She let her fingers play over the touchpads, knowing the pads wouldn’t respond right away. They weren’t supposed to. Not until she and Simon could figure out who they were supposed to be and provide the wary admiral with information that would make him leave them alone. They needed privacy to effect the repairs.
She let out what she hoped was a convincing sigh of frustration. “Systems aren’t responding.”

Makarian leaned around her, repeated her sequence on the console. Tried two more. The screens before them flickered, then died.

“I’ll need some time to work on her system synchs,” she told him.

He took the copilot’s seat next to her. “Don’t try to play games with me, Captain. You won’t succeed.”

She swiveled to face him. “Sir?” Had she let something slip? Did he suspect the truth?

“This ship’s on lockout. Yes, that’s a safety measure to prevent hijackings. But there’s not a smuggler I’ve boarded who didn’t have his ship rigged to mimic a safety lockout, just to keep Fleet from accessing his files. And I’ve opened every one.”

He leaned his elbows on his knees, his narrowed eyes sending a clear warning. And a clear message that he thought she was a smuggler. Not a goddess. She let out a slow sigh of relief as he continued, “You have two choices. We can do this the easy way, and you unlock those files now. Or we can do it the hard way. And you’ll face not only smuggling charges, but obstruction of an investigation and any other charge I can throw at you while I’m unscrambling your codes. And unscramble them I will.”

She put on her most conciliatory expression. “I assure you, Admiral, there’s no deliberate obstruction on my part.” Well, not for the reasons he thought, anyway. “My ship was damaged. Send someone below decks to verify that while I try to realign my databanks, if you want. Only make sure they’re willing to help and not just be decorative. I’ve a lot of work just to get this ship operative again. The sooner I do, the sooner my existence here will cease to be a problem for both of us.”

“Anxious to get home?”

Home wasn’t a possibility. Home had ceased to exist, three hundred and forty two years ago. The best she could hope for was to get back to Raheiran space as quickly as possible and leave the erroneous legend of the Lady Goddess Kiasidira far behind her. However, Simon was in no condition to handle the complexities, and stresses, of transiting the Rift right now. His initial three-week estimate might have been overly optimistic. “I’m anxious to be somewhere my every move’s not questioned.”

One dark eyebrow lifted slightly. “Open those files.”

“I can’t.” Simon hadn’t finished constructing them. She sure as hell wasn’t going to show him her real logs. The damned Khalar would probably deem them sacred texts or some such nonsense. “I need time.”

He sighed. His disappointment filtered over her. She pulled her telepathic field in more tightly. It was one thing to prudently monitor the enemy. It was totally another to let his emotions become a distraction.
“The hard way, then, is it?” Makarian shoved himself to his feet.

“Admiral Makarian.” She rose as well then let her arms rise and fall to her sides in a gesture of exasperation. It wasn’t totally feigned. How much longer do you need, Simon?

A few hours, at most. I’m still not functioning at full capacity. And this station’s databanks are singularly disorganized.

He wants to see something now.

Those new trick shots of yours at billiards are quite impressive.

Simon!

“Willing to cooperate, Captain Davré?” Makarian’s deep voice was a low rumble.

Simon, give me something.

I snagged a block of shipping manifests. They’re not perfect. By the time you take him belowdecks, I might have them passable.

Lock him out of everything but that, then. Gillie gestured toward the bridge hatchway. “My databanks are yours, Admiral. I’ve nothing to hide.” She prayed she had something believable to show him…