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Last week, I shared my tale of woe regarding my laptop. It got worse. Fortunately, the Geek Squad retrieved all my files. Whew! Unfortunately, the computer kept up a series of problems. After taking it back two more times, the GS guy said it would cost more to fix than buying a new computer. Yikes! Not in my budget. My own Geek guy offered to open the unit. Couldn't make it worse, I thought. Hubs got it open, and it stayed open. Whew, whew!! Knocking wood that I can limp on until I sell more books to pay for a new laptop. That ought to be in about 2020.
I'm sharing another new snippet from my sci-fi romance The Protector. Last week, Rissa's bartender rescued her from the slavers. I'm skipping ahead a bit. Rissa and her friends are rescuing the children from the slave ship berthed in the spaceport. Finally, we meet the hero, Dillan. He was awakened by the noise and someone bumping into his ship.
Dillan Rusteran jerked upright in the large bed aboard his Volpian Caravel, and it took a moment to orient himself. After three tendays in space, he found it strange for his transport to be stationary. He listened intently for a repeat of what had startled him out of a deep sleep. He knew every normal sound of his ship . . . and that wasn’t one of them.
Staying to the left of the viewport, he peered out, and what he saw explained the bump that had awakened him. Hooded thieves were breaking into the hold of a cargo transport.
Using his wrist comm, he called the traffic controller, “Ropergor, call Security, someone’s breaking into the cargo hauler in the next berth.”
After a long pause, the traffic controller answered, “Thank you, sir, I’m on it.”
Something in Ropergor’s voice didn’t sound right. During the six years since Dillan had been in Astron Colony, he’d learned a lot about body language and voice inflections—necessary tools for an executive in his father’s business—Ropergor was frightened.
Though the thieves had been careless in bumping against his ship, he was certain the six he saw would make off with his neighbor’s cargo before Security arrived.
That didn’t bother him as much as the fear that his ship might be their next target.
Apologies for the creative punctuation, which was done to keep within the sentence limit.
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.