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Independent trader Trilby Elliot is making some not-quite-legal modifications to her starfreighter, when an unexpected visitor falls out of space. Literally. He’s crashed onto the uninhabited planet of Avanar in a crippled ’Sko fighter–the last place you’d expect to find a Zafharin military officer because the ’Sko and the Zafharin have been at war as long as Trilby can remember.
Rhis Vanur is your typically arrogant Zafharin. But to Trilby’s surprise, he doesn’t look down on her or her slapdash ship. Still, Trilby’s learned the hard way that even though she found Rhis, she can’t keep him. She’s just a low-budget jump jockey as far as men like him are concerned. She’s not falling for his offer to help…until Port Rumor reports her best friend missing and Trilby learns that the ’Sko are hunting both her and Rhis. Now they’re in it together for better, for worse–or till death blasts them to oblivion....
- Sales Rank: #886215 in Books
- Brand: Brand: Bantam
- Published on: 2005-04-26
- Released on: 2005-04-26
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.85" h x 1.05" w x 4.10" l, .54 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 480 pages
- Used Book in Good Condition
From the Inside Flap
Independent trader Trilby Elliot is making some not-quite-legal modifications to her starfreighter, when an unexpected visitor falls out of space. Literally. He's crashed onto the uninhabited planet of Avanar in a crippled 'Sko fighter-the last place you'd expect to find a Zafharin military officer because the 'Sko and the Zafharin have been at war as long as Trilby can remember.
Rhis Vanur is your typically arrogant Zafharin. But to Trilby's surprise, he doesn't look down on her or her slapdash ship. Still, Trilby's learned the hard way that even though she found Rhis, she can't keep him. She's just a low-budget jump jockey as far as men like him are concerned. She's not falling for his offer to help...until Port Rumor reports her best friend missing and Trilby learns that the 'Sko are hunting both her and Rhis. Now they're in it together for better, for worse-or till death blasts them to oblivion....
About the Author
Winner of the prestigious national book award, the RITA, science fiction romance author Linnea Sinclair has become a name synonymous for high-action, emotionally intense, character-driven novels. Reviewers note that Sinclair’s novels “have the wow-factor in spades,” earning her accolades from both the science fiction and romance communities. A former news reporter and retired private detective, Sinclair resides in Naples, Florida with her husband, Robert Bernadino, and their two thoroughly spoiled cats.
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Chapter One
The Careless Venture's intruder alarm erupted through the cavern with a harsh wail. Trilby Elliot shot to her feet, knocking over the makeshift repair table. Sonic welder and integrator cables clattered against the cavern floor.
She bolted for her freighter's rampway. Overhead, a nest of sleeping bloodbats burst out of the rocky crevices like small, leathery missiles. The panicked bats spiraled in front of her. Screeching, they fled through the wide mouth of the cavern into the lavender twilight.
She reached her rampway just as a silver object flashed across the sky behind them.
"Damn. Double damn." Another ship here meant big trouble. And even a little trouble was more than she could handle right now.
She sprinted through the air lock.
Coils of black conduit snaked down the freighter's corridor, humped over the hatch tread into the bridge. She sidestepped the cables and reached for the alarm, slapping it into silence. A flick of her thumb activated the intraship. "Dezi, we got incoming! Take the bridge."
"On my way, Captain." A reassuring reply came from three decks below in maintenance.
But then, Dezi couldn't see what she could.
Lights blinked in a crazed staccato on the scanner console. Data, ominous and irritatingly incomplete, spilled down the screen. The incoming ship was small, but Trilby's malfunctioning equipment refused to pin down its origins. It could be a Conclave scout ship; it could be a pirate probe. It could also be the first of a squadron of fighters from the-Gods-only-knew-where.
She grabbed her binocs and laser rifle from the utility locker, tabbed the intercom back on. "Main scanner's still not cooperating. I'm going outside for a visual."
A second acknowledgment came, calm as the first.
Good ol' Dezi.
A wave of late-afternoon heat assailed her as she passed under the cavern's high arch. She crouched down between a nest of scrub palms and moss-covered boulders, scanned the sky with her binocs. The bright rays from the setting sun flared painfully into her eyes.
"Damnation!" She flicked her thumb against the autofilter. Nothing happened. The filter was stuck--again. She smacked the binocs hard against her thigh, then brought them back up.
They hazed for a moment then adjusted. She panned the horizon, looking for movement, listening for something other than the jungle's thick silence and the pounding of her own heart. Five minutes passed. Sweat stained her drab-green T-shirt in dark, uneven patches.
Then a flicker, a metallic glint. She locked the binocs on it. The image came into focus and her sweat-dampened skin chilled as she recognized it. It was a Trahtark, a 'Sko high-powered fighter, its distinctive slant-winged shape silhouetted against the sun's final flares.
Quickly, she panned a three-sixty. The rest of the squadron must be there, somewhere. Which also meant a mother ship in orbit. Somewhere. And somewhere, when it involved the 'Sko, was a place much too close for comfort.
But the darkening violet skies showed nothing. Nothing but the lone Tark.
The fighter blinked in and out of the purpling clouds, skittering like a frightened mizzet on a sheet of ice. Trilby knew that, even blind drunk, she could fly better than that. Then the fighter veered out of a cloud bank, and she saw the unmistakable signs of laser damage scoring the portside flank. Now the fighter's seesawing motions made sense.
It wasn't the lead attacker, but the prey.
She took another quick scan of the sky. A Conclave border squadron in pursuit of the Tark might pick up her own energy signature. She'd have a bit of explaining to do then. And no doubt a handful of fines to pay with money she didn't have. But the scan revealed nothing.
Then the Tark dropped so close to the top of the jungle that she held her breath, waiting for the sound of impact.
It came with a grinding, screeching, snapping sound--metal against damp wood--then metal against rock. The Tark screamed to a halt on one of the few areas of jungle floor that wasn't submerged under Avanar's infamous swamps. Trilby was already on her feet, surveying the area with her binocs now set on night-watch. The first glimmer of orange flame licked into the night sky. A few minutes later she smelled a hint of acrid smoke, invisible in the diminishing light.
She panned another three-sixty. A Conclave patrol would have been here by now. But the skies were empty, quiet.
Her breathing and heartbeat slowed to normal. And a wicked smile crept across her face. The Tark's status had just shifted from threat to profit.
She judged the crash site to be about two miles to the south. A safe distance but clearly workable. Not for a rescue; a Conclave ship in distress would've had her already hollering at Dezi to load a 'scooter with a med-kit.
This was 'Sko. Which was, as far as she and every other Independent freighter captain were concerned, just another word for intergalactic garbage.
Pricey--and dangerous--intergalactic garbage, but garbage all the same.
She cataloged her options. The sun had slipped away as she watched the ship, and the night air wrapped around her bare arms like a damp and heavy cloak. The first of Avanar's three moons had risen, pale and sickly.
Not the ideal conditions in which to perform a salvage attempt, especially on a fire-damaged 'Sko fighter. If she waited until morning, the flames licking at the starboard wing of the Tark would have died, the metal cooled. And the 'Sko pilot, if injured, would be weakened, or preferably dead. Dead would be nice. Everyone knew an injured 'Sko could be even more blood-crazed than a healthy one. She probably should wait until morning, although she'd be battling sweltering temperatures then.
But the fire flickered out as she watched. Doused, she assumed, by an emergency extinguisher system.
That was good. In fact, it could be more than good, she told herself, realizing she'd already made the decision to inspect the downed Tark in spite of the encroaching darkness and unknown status of the pilot. It was the answer to her problems. With minimal fire damage, there was sure to be something salvageable, something to sell at Port Rumor or Bagrond. 'Sko components were rare and brought more than decent money, even at salvage rates.
Decent money was something Trilby was a bit short of right now. And her supply of indecent money was running perilously low.
She caught the glint of Dezi's metallic, somewhat humanoid form as she turned around. The DZ-9 'droid waited at the base of the Venture's rampway. The bulky freighter loomed over him, almost protectively. They'd been in the middle of repairs when the alarm had wailed in warning.
"Looks like we got a keeper," she told the 'droid as she trotted toward the slanting metal rampway. "Bring out two AGSs with loaders. I'm going to grab some more firepower, just in case we've got company." She patted his tarnished shoulder as she passed by. "Thanks, Dez."
"You're quite welcome, Captain. It's always my pleasure to be useful."
She ducked through the air lock, grinning, as Dezi's voice trailed off behind her. Four months ago that small courtesy would've sparked a big dissension. Jagan had always found her habit of thanking Dezi annoying. 'Droids were one of many things that didn't require appreciation, in his way of thinking.
But she was no longer concerned with Jagan Grantforth's way of thinking, and so was free to revert to her impulsive and irresponsible ways. Or however it was that Jagan and his mother had termed how she lived her life.
She could still see his handsome and haughty face on his last transmit: "Mother was right. You are nothing but low-class trash from Port Rumor."
Better than high-class trash from Bagrond, she'd wanted to tell him, but never did. He wouldn't have understood. By that point in their relationship, she knew, they didn't even speak the same language.
She shook off the bad memories, plucked her faded service jacket from her closet, then went in search of an extra laser pistol that worked.
She stepped off the ramp to find Dezi complaining about one of the AGSs.
"I do believe, Captain, that the support stands for these units must be replaced very soon. You can see here where this bar is completely rusted. Should something of a greater weight than I be seated--"
She sighed. "We'll add it to the list, okay? But the AGSs are going to have to wait until we get the comm pack back online and my portside scanner replaced. AGS stands aren't going to be a whole lot of help," she said, straddling the bulky scooter, "in avoiding 'Sko nests between here and Port Rumor."
"I was only making the suggestion for future reference."
"You're very thorough. I do appreciate it, believe me."
"Well, thank you. I always try to--"
"Dezi."
The 'droid cocked his tarnished head in Trilby's direction. "Yes?"
"Let's go. There's a wreck waiting for us."
"Oh, yes. Right. I was just about to--"
But Trilby had already gunned her scooter, activated the antigrav unit, and dropped over the ledge and out of sight by the time Dezi reached the point of explaining just what he was about to do. And doing it.
She set the AGS down as close as she could to the smoldering wreckage. The 'Sko fighter had flattened an area in the jungle at least twenty feet wide and three times as long before it ended up in a grove of gnarled harelnut palms. One of the bronze giants tilted sideways, its long, drooping fronds sooty and brittle from contact with the remains of the Tark's fire-blackened engine. Her headlamp flooding the scene before her, Trilby flicked the safety off her pistol.
The sleek fighter was skewed into the soft ground, its starboard wing ripped from...
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Fabulous book. Terrific mix of Sci Fi plot and a sweet romance.
By E. Homar
It’s been a long time since I have come across a book this good.
Best I have read all year. I would give it six stars if I could.
If you like science fiction and a good romance, this book is for you. The romance is good as is the plot. The two are perfectly intertwined, and I feel like the book would've been flat without either. Really the first book I have read in ages where both the plot and romance are so well crafted.
For the story itself, imagine Han Solo is a woman and Darth Vader isn’t really evil and isn’t more machine than man. And there you have an amazing set-up for the story.
The story starts out with Trilby Elliot seeing a spacecraft crash near her own dilapidated ship. Nothing quite works right on her ship, she has no money to repair it, and even those things that work have a few faults, including her droid co-pilot. Sounds like the Millennium Falcon and C3PO, right?
She goes to the crash site to salvage it and instead of finding a ‘Sco enemy, she finds an Imperial officer who was escaping from the ‘Sco. She takes him back to patch him up.
When Tivahr wakes up in sick bay, he’s determined to get back to the Empire and tell them what he learned in ‘Sco territory. He thinks it’s important enough that the Empire itself is at risk. Rather than telling her he’s the High Captain of the Enterprise, err, Razalka (the fastest, best armed Hunter ship around and the height of Imperial technology), he lies and says he’s a lieutenant.
Eventually the two start working together to get her ship flight worthy. She’s had trouble with men and recently broke up with a man that was rich, wealthy and powerful. She is very happy “Rhys” is only a lieutenant. He “gets” what it’s like to have to take orders even if he does do it aboard a cushy top-of-the-line Imperial ship.
Things get steamy between them, and I love the fact that she jumps him.
They finally get her ship up and working. Rhys is a hacker extraordinaire, even better than Trilby. And that’s saying something.
On their way out, they get attacked by the ‘Sco. They survive because Rhys is awesome, and he uses the opportunity to convince her to go back to Imperial space and rendezvous with his ship.
There are some hijinks as they meet up with his ship, but this was the only part of the book I wanted to hurry up. I was annoyed how long it took her to stop hating Tivahr because he lied and said he was lieutenant. Of course he lied. Who would make themselves out to be a better hostage?
It doesn’t take them too long to figure out that it was the data banks on her ship the ‘Sco were after. Why? Because her ship is old, and the data banks on it are even older. And there are some forgotten back doors into empire territory that the ‘Sco want, especially as they are making a deal with the Conclave. This could mean war all over again, and this time, the Empire will be at a severe disadvantage.
Pros
1. The story has a plot. A good one.
2. I loved Trillby. She’s strong willed, a skilled hacker, and a good pilot. She’s also compassionate, loves her friends, and does her best to keep herself fed.
3. I loved “Rhys” or Tivahr the Terrible. Yes, he’s a demanding jerk when he gets back to his ship. In control. Powerful. But he still loves Trilby, and it makes him human and you can identify with him. He also did laundry for her and got the towels fluffy.
4. I loved that Rhys changed by the end of the book. Still arrogant. But not loathsome.
5. Their romance was earned. It wasn’t love at first sight. As a matter-of-fact, he had to overcome the fact he took her hostage at first sight.
6. And he fixes her droid for her. True love, that.
7. The romance is sweet and tender. A true romance.
8. The steamy scenes are steamy, but also tender and passionate. Not something you’ll go back to reread, but fit very well in the story.
9. The world building is spectacular. I don’t know what a mizzet is, but I know their farts are foul. Lots of colloquialisms unique to the world, and even snippets of an Imperial language. Never overdone, never bossy or in your face. Very well done, in fact.
10. Easy to hate the ‘Sco and Trillby’s ex without either being over-the-top.
Cons
1. The only con to the story was when Trilby was being irrational about Rhys lying, and the whole thing didn't feel in character for her. I get that the author didn’t want to get them together too soon, but with all the other tension of the plot going on in the book, it would’ve been fine for this to be less of an issue than it was.
Okay, so yeah, only one con in the whole book. It was fabulous. I devoured it in less than 24 hours and had to force myself to put it down to go to bed Saturday night. So glad I started reading it on a weekend as I finished it Sunday morning! I am definitely going to check out this author’s other books.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Definitely the book for romantic geeks...
By Goldie
This is the first book by Linnea Sinclair I've read. It was a book I found myself lost in at times, but it kept drawing me further into the story anyway. There were parts that were confusing about the political issues, trying to keep straight who was whom, and being computer illiterate, I was completely lost. But I liked the characters too much to give up on who was on which side and what they were able to accomplish on their computer systems. Seemed like this could have been one story of a couple...this one being the second so that there was time for more introduction of who was whom. It kind of drops you Into a new society, in a new galaxy, into an already started situation with no introduction. But the story was a good one and kept me reading. Well worth the effort and I'll continue to look at other stories by Ms Sinclair.
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Stellar read!
By David in Dallas
I am sleep deprived, but grinning to beat the band. MCs strong and wryly witty, their romantic attraction develops believably, secondary characters, including a C3PO clone, are as finely drawn as the mains. Great humor, breathtaking action, fine world building. Extremely well-written and well-edited. This is the first of Ms Sinclair's efforts I have read, and as soon as I finish this, my first review, I am downloading another one. I couldn't power down my Kindle until the wee hours and finishing it was my first priority on waking. Neglected tasks WILL wait for a good book. Just not quietly. The yard beckons. If you love sci-fi with an endearing cast of characters and a fine romance, buy this book. You'll love it. I did, and I am not an easy sell.
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