Présentation de l'éditeur
Hearts will ache and heads will roll in this audacious Science Fiction Romantic Adventure!
Stealing damning evidence from a covert ops section of Space Corps makes Jasmine a target. So what does she do? What any good undercover investigative journalist would do, she runs. Hops the first civilian transport ship off the planet, but with the bad guys on her heels who knows how long she’ll live. A vacationing half-alien colonel who is a deft hand with a sword might just increase her odds of survival, but helping this woman could be hazardous to his health!
- Approximately 32,000 words.
Jasmine awoke with a start. She wasn't sure what had woken her, so she held her breath and listened carefully. A few moments later, she heard it. A cracking noise. There it was again. "Norik?" she called out quietly.
When he didn't reply, Jasmine climbed down from her bunk, her blanket wrapped tightly around her. "Norik?" she tried again. Jasmine didn't want to get too close in case he flipped out and tried to smoosh her into the deck again. Two more somethings cracked. "Norik!" she hissed.
"Hmm?" he murmured.
"There's a noise," she whispered to him, and edged closer when it looked as if he wasn't going to fly into attack mode.
"What noise?" he asked, and listened. When he didn't hear anything, he told her, "Everyone is dead, go back to sleep."
She opened her mouth, stunned as he turned his back to her. The noise was a little louder this time and she exclaimed, "That noise!"
Norik looked over his bad shoulder at her and said, "It is the hull contracting as the inside of the ship cools down to meet the temperature outside."
"Oh," she said, and then when the reality of what he said settled in, she jumped forward and clutched at his arm. "What? The outside? The outside is space!"