Thanks to everyone who visited last week.
I'm sharing snippets from The Pilot: An Outer Rim Novel. It's the 1st book in a series featuring strong women on the frontier of space. When Celara's ship is hailed by one claiming to be Coalition Security, she gives them the slip in an asteroid field. In this snippet, she's landed at Vesteron Colony to deliver her cargo.
Please excuse the creative punctuation, necessary to keep this within the guidelines. It's also edited a little from the original.
As Celera walked out of her ship, the heat and humidity of Vesteron coupled with the heat of the repair bay brought her to a halt, so she loosened the top of her shirt and rolled the long sleeves up to her elbows. The environment and gravity of this place always weighed her down—she took several deep breaths to orient her body to the surroundings, while the cloying sweet smell of barzilium, the tang of lubricating fluids and the odor of male sweat assaulted her nose.
“Hey, guys,” she called to a cluster of pilots lounging near a Volpian cruiser similar to the one she’d evaded, “Watch out for pirates near the Ytersigon Asteroid Field.”
One of the men gave her a mock salute, “Thanks for the warning, d’Enfaden. Glad to see they didn’t get your cargo this time.”
“Thanks,” She scanned the bay for the Dock Master, “Is Vakus around?”
She stopped looking for him when she saw a pair of legs topped by the most gorgeous set of male buns she’d seen in at least a year. The owner of the aforementioned body parts, encased in the dark blue uniform of the repair crew, was bent over the open hatch of an Agilean Speeder.
Now there was a ship—the sleek vessel, one of the fastest in the galaxy, almost distracted her from the mechanic. He’d shrugged off the top portion of the jumpsuit so that it pooled around his waist, the environment of the repair shop affected many newcomers, especially those unaccustomed to the heat.
As she stared at his butt, all she could think was oh, mama.
There's no place like home, and he stole hers.
Life on the frontier of space is hard enough so when pirates stole Celara d'Enfaden's cargo, she vowed not to be tricked again.
Determined to make an example out of indie pilots who disobey orders, Coalition Administrator Trevarr Jovano impounds Celara’s starship and cargo. If he backs down, he’ll lose respect. If she can’t deliver her cargo, she’ll default on her loan and lose her only home—her ship.
More important than her ship, though, is her brother. To rescue him from a galactic gangster, she’ll even work with Jovano who is bent on avenging his wife’s murder.