Genre: Space Opera/Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press/Kensington
Date of Publication: April 7, 2014
Number of pages: 94
Word Count: 24,000
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco
Hunted to near extinction by an alien race called the Ko, my people have run from Earth and drifted so far among the stars we can’t remember the way back. We live everywhere, but call nowhere home. The Ko want us erased from existence and memory. They don’t even want our DNA in the space dust. Humans disguise themselves as other alien species and hide in plain sight. It’s the only way we can survive.
I believe in the myth of Earth. I’ve even discovered a bona fide book written in the dead language of my people. My man, Brody, dreams of a secret human colony. He’s searched for years, hunting any rumor we’ve run across, and finally he’s made contact. Usually, he’s the one grounding me to station and keeping my head out of the atmosphere. Time for me to return the favor…that is, if I can ditch the Ko who’ve discovered me, thanks to my incessant artifact-hunting. If we don’t make our rendezvous, and the Ko don’t kill me, Brody just might…
CONTENT WARNING: Aliens, cargo ships, and a fast paced race against all odds.
He lifted the book. The smarmy peddler knew me too well and probably had caught the sound of my thrilling pulse with his colossal ears. “Twenty pieces of silvered iridium.”
The timer on my handset went off. Crap. I had to get back to the ship before Brody. I spun around. Out of time, I couldn’t play games. “That’s robbery. Five.”
I stepped toward him. “I don’t have twenty. Ten.”
He grinned, giving me a good view of his large, sharp teeth. “Twenty. No credit.”
My alarm beeped again. “Fine.” I greased his open palm with my last twenty and snatched the book from his hand.
“You get caught with that, I don’t know you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I shoved the book inside my jump suit and closed the zipper to my neck. The ship was docked not far from here so I headed straight toward the docking ring.
Parovi Space Station was known for its massive market and no merchandise tax. The aisles were narrow, tables filled with wares on each side, and their callers shouting to attract potential buyers.
People meandered from vendor to vendor, crowding every available space.
Not great for a woman in a hurry.
About the Author:
Annie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.
Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.
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