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Blurb:<\/strong>
\nDAT agent Susan McAllister escapes Earth with killers in hot pursuit. She normally runs toward danger not away, and she likes controlling her own fate, not relying on three strange men and an irreverent cyberbot. Skilled and experienced, she doesn\u2019t believe there’s any way the three crewmen of the cargo ship Erik’s Pryde can help her.<\/p>\n

Captain John Erik thinks the sexy, headstrong passenger is nothing but trouble, but he also knows she needs help. And not being men to shrink from adventure, he’s convinced that he and his crew are the ones to provide it. When they’re infected by an illegal drug that releases inhibitions, the crew of the Pryde shows they are men who not only can fight, but can satisfy a woman\u2019s every fantasy.<\/p>\n

It’s no surprise when Susan discovers that being a member of the Pryde’s crew has unexpected, lasting benefits.<\/p>\n

This is a futuristic space romp!<\/p>\n

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The smell hit Susan McAllister first. The sharp scent of iron, immediately recognizable, stung her nostrils and madeher gag. Then she noticed the door, normally locked at all times, hung open a crack.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been ready to call out that she\u2019d brought back French pastries from the restaurant where she enjoyed an early lunch but instead dropped the white bakery bag on the back steps. Removing her Renthaur X-89 laser pistol from her oversized shoulder bag, she inched forward and released the safety. She eased open the door and stepped inside and then pushed it nearly closed. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust from sunlight to the dim interior.<\/p>\n

The office fronted as a real estate agency but actually served as Centre District\u2019s Domestic Anti-Terrorism headquarters. Susan had arrived that morning from the global headquarters in Mt. Saussat. In fact, if not for the fact that she never ate while flying and wanted an early lunch upon arrival, she would have been here for whatever shit had gone down.<\/p>\n

Hugging the wall, she edged toward the workroom where her close friend and office manager, Lisle Hamilton, had set up the hologram generator, coffeepot, and storage shelving that helped form their cover of handling real estate. Behind an encrypted-lock vault door and out of sight, secure phones and code-deciphering, sub-particle computers were used for the real business of the storefront.<\/p>\n

The Centre City office took a lot of ribbing in the Agency because of their cover. The joke was, what\u2019s more boring than a DAT agent on desk duty? A realtor. What\u2019s deadly boring? A DAT gent on desk duty posing as a realtor.<\/p>\n

Deadly <\/em>boring? The overwhelming scent of blood seemed to prove it. Criminy. What in hell happened?<\/em><\/p>\n

Susan dropped to a crouch at the corner where the back hall entered the workroom. Pistol aimed up and grasped with two hands in classic shooter pose, she slowly leaned forward and peeked into the workroom.<\/p>\n

Blood had begun to congeal where it covered the floor. Mark Nichols, who she\u2019d just met that morning, lay on his back, his right hand inside his jacket pocket as though reaching for his weapon. Anne Barnewell lay face down. The size of the hole in the back of her head indicated a Succher 380, the weapon of choice for big-time drug dealers.<\/p>\n

Also for cops\u2019 personal weapons.<\/em> The thought ran quickly through her mind and left just as fast.<\/p>\n

The workroom connected to the main office by a swinging door of louvered wood, reminiscent of mid-twentieth-century architecture. From under the door she saw the body of Kyle Angustino, the son of one of Lisle\u2019s friends and an actual real estate intern who had nothing to do with the DAT. Six people worked in the office, including Kyle, five of whom were DAT agents. Susan had no hope any of them were alive unless, like her, they\u2019d been out of the office when hell struck.<\/p>\n

The place appeared to be empty, but Susan didn\u2019t change her position. Instead, she examined everything in her line of sight and listened with an intensity that had her shoulders tight with tension. Peering along the wall to the left she scrunched her brows in worry. The vault door stood ajar.<\/p>\n

The only person in the office who had the combination was Lisle. A woman\u2019s foot extended out the door, her burgundy shoe half-off. Lisle!<\/em><\/p>\n

Her friend had bragged about the \u201ckiller burgundy pumps with little gold bows\u201d when Susan had called to make arrangements to use one of the office cubicles for the week she would be in Centre City. They\u2019d gone through Agency training together, and their paths crossed regularly. Later she would grieve for Lisle, but right now she needed to keep her wits about her and her emotions in check.<\/p>\n

The bell over the front door tinkled, indicating someone entering from the street. A woman said, \u201cHere\u2019s a box for\u2014Oh, dear God, what is this? What\u2019s going on here?\u201d There was no answer. Then, \u201cNo, please, no! Oh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Susan heard the unmistakable sound of the Succher firing and then a loud noise as something fell to the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d A man pushed the vault door farther open. All that showed was a cuff-linked, white-shirted arm and a hand with long fingers. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on out there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing,\u201d came a male voice from the front. \u201cI didn\u2019t have the keys to lock the door. I thought pulling the blinds would be enough to make people think we were closed. Forgot about delivery people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGoddamn it. Go through Hamilton\u2019s purse, for Christ\u2019s sake, and find the keys.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d the guy in the front grumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cJesus, I have to do everything,\u201d Vault Man said.<\/p>\n

Susan pulled back. The lead guy knew Lisle\u2019s name. Because he knew<\/em> her or because of information gleaned while there? And how did he know about the vault room? Had he come to the office because of it, or had he and his buddy happened into the office and thought the heavy door hid more than it did? She dismissed that idea right away because really, who in the world robbed a realtor\u2019s office? So, assuming they already knew about the vault and Lisle, the conclusion was ominous\u2014the murderers were associated with DAT.
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