Military intelligence officer Lieutenant Barb Carolus is ordered to investigate Colonel Locke, a rogue officer suspected of selling military weapons on the black market. Colonel Locke is from Barb’s home planet and she knows exposing his crimes will tarnish the reputation of those rare people like her who’ve escaped the poverty and gangs of their home world to become officers. But orders are orders and she always does her duty.<br><br>For the mission she’s teamed with the unconventional -- and in Barb’s opinion, entirely unprofessional -- undercover agent Taya Borovsky. Working with Taya will test Barb’s by the book approach to the limits, especially when attraction overcomes her irritation with Taya. Bitter about upholding standards nobody else does, Barb gives in to her desires.<br><br>When the mission goes bad, Barb and Taya are on the run and outgunned. To survive, Barb must learn from Taya’s unconventional methods and improvise a solution to complete her mission and save their lives.

Loose Cannon

No. Taya leaned in and nuzzled and kissed and licked with enthusiasm. Barb wanted more. She grabbed Taya’s hand and pressed it between her legs. Taya rubbed the seam of Barb’s pants into her, making her gasp and writhe.


“Bunk room,” Barb moaned. “We should…”


“Let’s do the show right here,” Taya said. “Those bunks are too fucking small.” She stepped back and shrugged out of her coat. It dropped to the floor with a thump and a clatter. She echoed her gesture from earlier, reaching for the hem of her shirt, but this time Barb didn’t stop her. She pulled it up and over her head, leaving her hair even wilder than before. Her bra was lacier and sillier than Barb’s. And sky blue. Barb hadn’t worn any bra color but white or black in years


It had a front fastening, and Taya unhooked it to free her breasts. Bigger than Barb’s. Much more than a handful. The dusky pink nipples were stiff. The skin paler than Taya’s face and neck, looking soft and vulnerable in comparison.


Chapter 13