Just a taste of Between Venus and Mars

Just a taste of Between Venus and Mars

Between Venus and Mars is my latest release. I consider it a science fiction romantic comedy.

Here’s just a taste from the opening of the story:

 

Chapter 1

 

Zana Starchild banked the rickety TRS-90 quinjet, as a photon torpedo detonated off her port thruster. The explosion rocked the tiny starship, and it was all she could do to hang on.

“Okay, maybe I should have used the fuckin’ seatbelt.”

The instrument panel lit up with bright red whatcha-ma-doogers, flashing like the ancient neon sign hanging in front of Paddington’s Pastry Shop.

She grunted. “That’s probably bad.”

It would have been really nice to have someone with her who actually knew how to fly this junk-heap, or could at least tell her what the hell those flashing things meant.

It was kind of hard to check the instruction manual while these shitheads were firing phase cannons and photon torpedoes up her ass.

Not that she actually had an instruction manual.

“Shit.”

Just her luck to find deep-space pirates waiting at this jump point.

Bastards.

And these had to be the dumbest pirates in the entire galaxy. Sure, it was a convenient place to surprise travelers, but this jump point didn’t go anywhere anyone wanted to be.

Well, except her, and that was completely irrelevant to her argument. Even she didn’t really want to go to Old Earth. She just had to.

A command crackled through the speaker of her ship com. “Surrender your ship, rim rat, and we’ll give you a life pod back home.”

Maybe I should be civil for a change? You know, so they don’t get all mad and blast me out of the sky?

Zana jammed the reply button. “Up yours, jack-off.” It just spilled out of her mouth. So much for civility. “You don’t want this piece-of-shit ship anyway. Have you even scanned me?”

Well, not that bad. She’d only sworn once.

Convincing them she was worthless was her best option. If she surrendered, they’d probably drop her ass out an airlock and let her float off into space. Fuckers!

A laugh was followed by a mocking voice. “By the galactic gods, rim rat, how is that ship even flying?”

Ha!

“Told you, dumbass. You going to let me go or what?”

Mmm. Maybe I should have left out the dumbass part. Her father always said her mouth would get her into trouble someday.

Her gaze darted around the control panel. There had to be weapons onboard somewhere, though it was anyone’s guess if they worked. She’d put up a helluva fight, if she could find the stupid controls.

By the galactic gods, who was she kidding? She was completely screwed if they didn’t let her go. She barely knew how to fly this ship, let alone fight in it.

***

THE SOUL MATE TREE, BOOK THREE:

BETWEEN VENUS AND MARS

AUTHOR: S. C. Mitchell

GENRE: Science Fiction Romantic Comedy

HEAT LEVEL: Steamy

Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/Between-Venus-Mars-Soul-Mate-ebook/dp/B01N7OXSND/

 

Thanks for tasting,

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Comments

  1. Susan Scott Shelley says:

    This book looks amazing!

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