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

Barb woke in the lower bunk in the morning. The sheets and pillow carried Taya’s scent, but Taya wasn’t in it with her. She’d been right about one thing. These bunks were barely big enough for one person to sleep in, never mind two people to have sex in.


It flooded back to her in a rush. Barb realized she was naked under the covers and ached in muscles which hadn’t had a workout for a while. She remembered everything. Kissing. Taya’s breasts, soft and pale. Taya on top of her in the pilot’s chair. It had been amazing. Intense. All their tension unwinding and exploding between them.


She should not have let it happen. What the hell had she been thinking? They had to work together. So fucking unprofessional.


The bunk room door opened and she hastily snatched the covers up to her neck. Which was ridiculous after everything they’d done the night before.


“Oh, you’re awake,” Taya said. “You want coffee? And breakfast. I’m working on it out here.”


Chapter 14