If you can't trust your horoscope, who can you trust?
Ever meet that special someone and feel like you've known them forever? Well, Sasha Tran's horoscope is seriously off course. Between being hijacked by pirates and possessed by a three thousand year old spy hell bent on a mission, her day is not exactly going as planned.
Waking up to a sexy ex from the distant past— not her past— poses its own set of problems while they race the clock to keep her newfound planet from annihilation. Possession, reincarnation…Sasha barely has time to adjust to being both herself and the ancient kick-ass Tasha. One thing is for sure; having Tasha's sexy warrior Kiev ride shotgun is bound to blow her heart to the corners of the galaxy.
General Release Date: 8th November 2013
Julian Horoscope, day forty-one—
Career opportunities sometimes fall out of the sky. Keep your head up so that you do not miss your next big break.
Lucky in love. The Day of Lovers. Look for a new interest on the horizon.
"Hobbs! Don’t do this!" Sasha Tran fought the slim, steel restraint binding her wrists. She damned the creator of the near-indestructible programmable rope to hell. The engine exhaust blasted her cropped hair into her face, colouring the world with red ribbons of betrayal. Cliché, perhaps, but she’d never suspected her second-in-command of mutiny.
Hobbs shoved her to the edge of the loading ramp, which had never been intended to be used as an old-fashioned pirate’s plank—as in ‘walk the plank’. Her ship, Fortune, hovered several kilometres above the surface of a backwater, no-name planet in the Frontier, far outside GI space. Hobbs knew better than to break the strict Galactic Interdependence first contact regulations.
Obviously, a spaceship—Fortune—would no doubt cause a stir among the primitive locals. If they were found out, the GI would levy severe fines on Northern Star Trading, the first Earth-based company to make intergalactic inroads across civilised worlds. Sasha had finally left behind the stigma that hovered over independent traders. Reputable business owners looked askance at indie captains. Too often a hopeful contact sneered down his nose saying, ‘I don’t do business with skids’, while slamming the proverbial door in her face. The term skid covered that special hellish place right above pirates and pickpockets. Legal work was hard to come by and having morals kept a person from the illegal jobs. Nope, she wasn’t going down that plank or losing her commission without a fight.
Her second-in-command, Hobbs, was a freaking hulk of a man, born and bred on the farming moon colony of Ludd. While she was no stranger to the gym, the massive man’s arms were bigger than one of her thighs. Hobbs could have easily tossed her off the deployed ramp. But no, the traitor was trying to salve the shreds of his conscience. That much was written in the nervous sweat beading across the folds of his furrowed forehead.
Sasha stupidly glanced down. Her stomach lurched. Fuck, it was a long drop. She dragged her gaze from the forest below and blinked away the stark mental image of being impaled on the stalagmite-like trees.
She tried once more to reach through Hobbs’ butt-ugly, dispassionate expression to the decency she’d always credited him with. "C’mon. This isn’t you. You’ve been at Northern Star for over twenty years. You mentored me—helped me get this captaincy. Selling out to pirates when all you’ve ever talked about is your retirement bonus?" A flicker behind the sickly yellow rings of her second-in-command’s irises filled her with hope. His gun wavered a bit as the survival pack slid from his shoulder to his big, meaty hand.
Naïve, stupid hope fluttered in her chest.
He shook his head, dashing her optimism. The thin wisps of hair covering Hobbs’ sloping forehead stood straight up as the furnace-like waves of exhaust beat at them. Behind him, the pirates fucking stealing her ship snickered. Hales, the slime she’d thought she’d kicked off at dock almost three weeks ago, saluted. Fucking snake.
Sasha’s eyes narrowed. She’d scream at the intruders, but they wouldn’t hear anyway. She could barely make out what Hobbs was muttering over the roaring engines and wind. "Sorry, Cap’n. It’s either you or me, an’ I need the money." He tossed her a survival pack, barely waiting for her to clutch the bundle in the crook of her restrained arms, then gestured to the edge of the open ramp. Below, trees whizzed by in a green blur. "You’re too honourable for the likes of their leader. You’ll fuck up the sale."
"What sale? What are you into, Hobbs?"
He didn’t answer her question, but she thought she glimpsed a bit of guilt flicker in his yellow eyes as he bent to pick up an antique, olive-green parachute pack. Guilt was good. Guilt was real good when the asshole in question was about to throw her off her own ship.
"Remember that online course on classic Earth and Damor literature last year?" Sasha leant forward, her voice loud and hoarse from the fury burning in her chest. She’d only taken the damn lesson because Hobbs had wanted a study partner. Who actually studied crap like the similarities of Dante’s Inferno versus Nede’s Abyss? "I hope in hell, you’re frozen ass-upwards. And I hope that Satan himself takes you up on the offer. Ninth Circle of Hell, traitor. Tenth if you count the Abyss."
Buffi BeCraft-Woodall writes Romantic Paranormal fantasy with a heavy dose of East Texas thrown in. Her first book was the result of a challenge. At the time Buffi was casting around, trying to come up with an idea for a book that was both marketable and fun to write. When her mother insisted that no one could write a paranormal she would be able to understand, the war was on. She wanted create a book that was easy for those uninitiated to the whole paranormal/fantasy genre to both understand and enjoy. Buffi is happy to say that her mother is now waiting anxiously for the next release.
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This is book two of the Star Runner Series, so what can you tell us about the next installment?
I am currently working on a sequel to Star Struck (book 1), which will explore the Kith and their mythology a bit more.
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