Destiny is calling but he’s not answering…yet.
Earth: a space pirate’s dream when it comes to booty, but not a good place to hide when bounty hunters come looking. Pulling up stakes means Rafe must leave his vintage trailer behind, but in the process, he acquires a passenger, a mouthy female who seems to think she’s calling the shots. She’ll soon learn who’s the captain.
And it isn’t Annabelle, his bossy ship.
Travel the galaxy with this gypsy pirate as he looks for treasure–and finds trouble instead. The universe might be out to get him, but he’s not giving in without a fight.
Space Gypsy Chronicles:
Zing. The mini laser bullets peppered the ground in front of her, short of their target but showing their wicked intent with the puffs of dust they raised.
“They shot at me!” she squeaked.
“It’s what you get for associating with a known criminal. They now consider you my accomplice.” He smiled. “Welcome to my world.”
“This is your fault!” She yelled the accusation as she ducked behind him, moments before more laser bullets hit the ground where she’d stood.
Of course this was his fault. Way to state the obvious. Even more obvious was the fact that they’d end up as particles of ash if they didn’t get to safety.
“Get into my trailer.” Rafe shoved the woman in that direction before he leaned back and took aim.
Rat-tat-tat. It took two hands to hold his rapid-fire laser weapon steady, and his aim wasn’t any better than the hunters. Stupid gravity and wind made a mockery of his years of practicing on the space stations.
Rafe did manage to clip one of the incoming brutes, but all that did was put his attacker on the ground where it dropped to all fours and sprinted.
Meanwhile the motorbike was close enough for him to see the bright red glow of the barrel, meaning it was ready to fire.
He sprinted after his delivery gal, who hesitated before going in.
“You’re not a vampire. You don’t need a special invitation to go inside,” he growled as he shoved at her. “Move.”
“I don’t see how your puny trailer is going to protect us,” she muttered with a glare over her shoulder.
“Then stay outside. Right now, I really don’t give a fuck.”
For all her protesting, she apparently didn’t want to remain outside either, especially since the ground behind them was getting riddled with holes as the two remaining flyers got close enough to improve their aim.
She went into his trailer, and he dove in right after. As soon as he was inside, he pushed past her to his bedroom.
“I don’t think this is the time for a nap,” she remarked.
“I don’t intend to sleep until we’ve escaped from this situation.” Preferably alive. “Right now, we need to break camp and get out of here.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” she said, ducking as the ping of laser fire peppered his trailer, punching holes through it and letting daylight leak in. “You can’t exactly drive off with this thing and hope to outrun them.”
“Not with this thing I can’t.” He hauled back the worn, stained carpet in his bedroom and slapped his hand on the floor. The panel sank down a few cubits then slid sideways, revealing a hatch and a dark tunnel down.
“Is that a bomb shelter hiding under there?” she asked.
“Better. That’s the access tube to my spaceship.” How many guys could claim to own one of those? Cue the impressive music and get ready for her swoon of appreciation.
What he got instead was laughter.
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Genre: Space Opera / Galactic Adventure