When Dr. Ruth Balise ran out of funding for her research, she had no idea the twisted path her work would take. Her psychiatric profile adjustment was supposed to be more humane -- a way to render violent sociopaths and the criminally insane harmless to themselves and others.
But in a black market society where medical miracles are for sale to the highest bidder, a death sentence is far too wasteful. Why settle for just one replacement body part, when you can own the whole thing? Prisoners are maintained in semi-stasis, their memories wiped, the cost of their physical care sponsored by aging aristocrats, hosts for future replacement organs.
After all, they're just bodies -- empty shells. Pod fuck-bunnies, their monitors call them, living in an endless loop of sex, drugged with their own endorphins into a constant state of euphoria, their bodies maintained in prime health. They're not supposed to wake up -- ever -- and they're certainly not supposed to escape.
Now Ruth is one of them, and only Panama Red, the space pirate turned bodyguard who's out to rescue Ruth, can save her life. But will he still be willing to trust her with his heart, once he knows she engineered this hell?
When famed negotiator Mikhail Dreslin and his crew head to 'Port Adana for a little R & R, the last thing he expects is to have an exotic runaway drop into his arms.
Joiandra is neither as harmless nor as innocent as she appears, though she plays the role well. Who and what she is is a mystery Mikhail will have to solve if he wants to keep her. The longer he holds her the less he wants to ever let her go, but who's playing whom in this dangerous game?
Titan Station's running low on water. Situations like this call for a little creativity -- something cats are usually good at. Unfortunately sometimes wrangling comets means crossing a few interplanetary lines. This time Kiefer Gatson's got himself in a hell of a mess. One little misunderstanding with the Amalgamated Scavenger's Guild and now Allied Planet Security's after him. Worse, he's got Orloft, the cyborg bounty hunter, on his tail.
Now Kiefer's stuck -- literally -- on Spaceport Adana, trying to impersonate a Kitali. Which lands him on top of Officer Ramie, who smells good enough to eat. December Ramie, he could surrender to -- or the other way 'round. Either would be fine. But he's not really a Kitali, and if he shifts now, he's going to blow his cover.
Before he can save the station and claim the woman as his mate he's got to wrangle his comet into a docking bay on Titan Station and get paid. Which brings things back 'round to Orloft, his impounded ship, and ten tons or so of undocumented water.
One cat. One comet. One woman. What could go wrong?
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A dark corner of a seedy bar on the edge of nowhere. A woman who’s seen too much. A man who moves through the shadows with the grace of a cat.
She’s on his tail, and he’s determined to find out why. Once he might have been flattered to have her checking out his ass. Now he knows women are dangerous. And far, far too expensive.
But Commander Kala Decoltéir always gets her man, and she wants the space pirate they call Dancer -- no matter who -- or what -- he is. This time, Dancer has no escape.
Publisher’s Note: Spaceport is a multi-author shared universe that does not need to be read in order.
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"Spaceport: Security was a surprising gem of a read... This is a highly enjoyable tale by an author who clearly knows what she's doing and this reviewer is anxious to see more from both her and the Spaceport series."
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