Escaped slave and radical Genthry is facing down his final moments, bound to the execution platform, when some soul detonates the platform and the prison wall. He didn’t plan it, but he’s more than happy to take the opportunity to escape and thumb his nose at fate yet again. By the time he gets his hands on a ship, the authorities have caught up to him in the form of handsome marshal Dryath Riatt. When a passerby knocks the marshal out, Genthry takes Riatt “hostage” to save him from the angry crowd. Dryath knew he shouldn’t have thought the job was done just because he got his hands on escaped killer Genthry. He wasn’t counting on the local crowd jumping in to help the dirtbag escape, the local garrison refusing to lift a finger to help him ... or Genthry being possibly the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Now he’s a captive, restrained, and flying to some unknown destination with a terrorist who doesn’t make him feel unsafe at all. When an encounter with pirates forces a sudden landing, Genthry and Dryath must hide together before either can find safety. Can they overcome their differences, or will these enemies sell each other out before they can find happiness?

See Ya, Space Cowboy

The Reactor’s hum hiccupped. He tilted his head to the side. He’d heard the Reactor warm up a few times over the past week or so, and he thought he had a pretty good handle on the process. It typically ran smoothly, until a brief flash of light was followed by pure silence. Hiccups weren’t typically part of the process.


The stink of burning cordite reached his nostrils. The head guard, who’d bent down to attach a shackle to Genthry’s left leg, stood up. “Do you smell something?”


“I’m not sure if that’s normal or not, but it doesn’t exactly smell pleasant.” Genthry wrinkled his nose.


The scaffold shook as an explosion rocked the prison yard. Genthry fell to the ground.


He wasn’t the only one. Both guards toppled as thick and acrid smoke filled the air.


Chapter 3