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Crazy Lucky
A Space Romance
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-333-4
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Genre: Science Fiction/Fiction/Adventure
eBook Length: 239 Pages
Published: September 2016

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All Liddy wanted was her space ship back…was that too much to ask?

She had the money (well most of it anyway) to buy it back at a customs auction. But wouldn’t you know it, some jerk in a black jacket wanted the Sundancer too and the bidding went to high heaven. Thanks, Jack! Now the two ex-cons each own half of a one-man ship, and neither Liddy nor Jack think that’s going to work out in the long run.

So they make a deal: the first space-bum to raise enough cash to buy the other out wins Sundancer. See. It’s a nice simple arrangement that can’t be screwed with no matter how many religious fanatics, gangsters, terrorists or undiscovered aliens they have to deal with. Why the only possible thing that could foul up this neat little competition is…love.

Liddy and Jack cannot be the ideal couple. Still, they’re bringing their messed up broken selves into this whirlwind relationship without a map, a clue or even a flashlight to illuminate their way. But sometimes friendship comes natural, camaraderie grows powerful and love becomes inevitable.

Crazy Lucky (Excerpt)


Chapter One: Liddy In A Hurry

The trump of doom and a ship's speaker system can sound amazingly similar on some days.

"Attention, attention, all passengers, we are experiencing a minor malfunction in one of our secondary systems. There is no cause for alarm. The captain extends his regrets, but we are required by Confederation regulations to remain in orbit until all systems are within parameters. Due to this routine difficulty, we expect to land on Isis two to three hours behind schedule. Thank you for choosing Regina Liners for all your travel needs."

"Fuck!" Liddy shouted while jumping out of the recliner.

She checked her timepiece again. The auction would take place in just over four hours. That was cutting it plenty damn close in the first place, but she'd taken the first ship she could find, and this was as good as the space lanes got. If these corporate dick-heads cost her the chance of getting her ship back, she would personally rip off the captain's head and shit down his neck.

Liddy took a breath. She held it, let it out slow and repeated her curse, a little quieter this time, "Fuck, what do I do now?"

She didn't believe in God, so prayer would have been a complete waste of time. Funny thing, time was something she'd had in large supply just a few months ago-as in "doing time" because her last career choice hadn't exactly worked out. She'd gotten twenty years for gun smuggling, compliments of the Confederation Customs Force, to be served on the penal colony of Zarathustra. Thankfully, she'd only served about three years on that dreary planet before fate intervened in the strangest way possible.

It seemed Zarathustra's governor had a son in the Confed' Space Navy. The kid went missing in alien territory and the governor needed a pilot crazy enough to go get him back. Governor Mendez picked Liddy to go into Azanti space because she was one of the few human pilots who'd ever been there and came back alive. So she went. It wasn't easy, it wasn't fun; but in the end, she did manage to get the boy home.

Now she was pardoned her criminal record wiped clean. That was the good news. The bad news was that she had no job and her old ship was about to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Like any ex-con, she just wanted her old life back. She'd been an independent starship captain, and was damn god at the job. But to do that again she needed her old ship, the Sundancer.

Drumming her fingers on the chair's armrest, she stared at the clock. It could happen, she could make the auction if nothing else went wrong. She hit the cabin's comm button.

"May I help you?" the smooth purser's voice enquired.

"Yeah, what secondary system is down?"

The voice hesitated. "I'm sorry, I'm really not sure. Please wait while I check with my supervisor."

She needed an idea of how bad the delay would be or she'd go nuts. Liddy could only hope this guy could get a straight answer from a boss-she seldom did. To be honest, Liddy didn't always get along with bosses. In fact, almost never. Even during the war, when she flew contracts for the merchant marine, she locked horns with supervisors and managers weekly.

"Face it, Liddy," she mumbled to herself, "You just weren't cut out to work for other people, you need your own ship."

The Merchant Jump Ship Sundancer had been her ticket to the one thing she craved above everything else-independence. She loved that ship. Not just as a means to make a living, but as a home. Sundancer was the first place she could call her own since the day she left daddy's house. She'd traveled the Confederation for years in that little red freighter, taking one job after another. Until the humdrum hauls started to bore her. That's when she turned to arms smuggling, a mistake she'd no intention to ever repeat.

But that's all behind you now, girl.

Right now she really needed to get her ass to that auction. Isis law stated that all bids must be made in person. And as stupid as that was, each planet in the Confederation got to make its own rules within its own gravity well-no matter how backward the dirt-hugger laws tended to be.

"Yes, ma'am," the voice squeaked over the comm. "We are experiencing a malfunction in our secondary-grav boot. Engineering assures us they will have it fixed in about an hour and twenty minutes."

She had no idea what a secondary-grav boot was, ship's maintenance was never her thing, but at least she got a time estimate. Liddy checked her timepiece again; that just might do. "Thanks," she said as she flipped off the unit.

Time crawled by, ten minutes, fifteen, fifteen and a half. "Damn."