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This week's snippet is from my sci-fi romance, The Protector (An Outer Rim Novel). Last week, as Rissa is helping the two girls out the spaceport restroom window, a man yells, “Hey, open up.”
As always, apologies for the creative punctuation, which was done to keep within the sentence limit.
“Gimme a min,” Rissa yelled back.
“I promise to come for you,” she whispered to the girls, hoping they would wait for her outside the spaceport.
As she walked out of the san-fac, a mech glared at her saying, “Whadda mean by locking the door?”
“Didn’t want you walking in on me,” she said then glanced over at a commotion near the freighter where she’d delivered the supplies, “What’s going on?”
The Chellian pilot was yelling and his two crewmen were darting between ships, searching.
“Damn offworlder,” the mech said as he brushed past her into the san-fac.
"You!" The pilot stormed up to Rissa, yelling, “What did you do with them, where are those two girls?”
Rissa affected a confused expression and said, “What girls?”
“My cargo, I mean passengers—damn you to Lexol’s Fire, how did you get them out?”
Who knew rescuing two girls from traffickers would bring down a world of hurt?
After tavern owner Rissa Dix rescues two girls from a slave ship, she must rally the townsfolk to prevent traffickers from returning. Mining heir Dillan Rusteran has loved her for years. Little do they know that by rescuing more children they're tangling with a galactic trafficking ring.