My apologies for missing last week. We went to a wedding in Chicago. I knew I wouldn't be able to visit anyone. On top of that, my computer problems worsened. But now I'm back.
Last time, we met Dillan, the hero, as he watched "thieves" plundering the ship berthed next to his.
“What in Lexol’s Fire are you doing?”
Rissa turned at the strong male voice that came from the shadow at the rear of the fancy space yacht.
Sherd. We’re in trouble.
At the same time, Barlen lowered the ramp into the traffickers’ transport.
Rissa touched Fortuna’s arm and whispered, “Take it from here. I’ll deal with our audience.”
As if time wasn’t of the essence, she strolled toward the shadow where the male lurked. If the dock master saw her friends, they would be in a world of hurt. Languishing in Astron Lockup was not on her agenda.
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.