Fallen Star
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This story knocked me off my feet … I can honestly say it is the best thing I have read all year, and Morgan Hawke has become a favourite of mine after reading just one book. I can’t recommend
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[Hawke] manages to combine a very good, complexly plotted science fiction story, with a scorching erotic bisexual BDSM ménage. It’s a fairly long story (300+ pages), but it was so riveting that I finished it in one day – it was that hard to put down. I have to consider this one of my Recommended Reads for this month.
-- Jean.
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INTERSTELLAR SERVICE AND DISCIPLINE:
FALLEN STAR
Morgan Hawke
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Interstellar Service and Discipline: Fallen Star
Morgan Hawke
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © May 2005 by Morgan Hawke
Excerpt of
Hunter’s Prey
copyright May 2005 by Kit Tunstall
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Editor: Erin Mullarkey
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Dedication
For AK -- who saw a hero where I saw a villain, and demanded that he be given his due.
And Jaynie -- for her spectacular and thorough advice.
AK’s SPs -- I count myself lucky to know and have the support of such fine ladies.
Chapter One
Dyson’s Ring outpost station
Under-City -- in a back alley ...
Evening cycle
Fallon stared up at the deeply shadowed, towering steel walls of the alley’s dead end and ground her teeth. The door that was supposed to be at the end of this alley was nowhere to be found. “Damn it all, this isn’t where I’m supposed to be!”
Most of the lights in the station’s industrial deeps had gone out, or been shot out, so it was hard to see as a rule, even with her night-sight eye augmentations. The worst part was that everything down in this steel maze of pipes and installations looked pretty damned uniform, right down to the corrosion stains. There was no telling how far off course she actually was.
She needed directions, and fast.
In three steps she reached the steel wall of the alley and a long pipe with a faded and peeling telecommunications logo. She lifted her knee and selected a slender tap from the array of small, delicate tools tucked into the battered leather of her tall boots. A swift punch with another one of her tools broke the pipe’s casing, and then it was just a matter of uncoiling her hotwire, jacking the tap into the communications wires, and shoving her wire into the data port at the base of her skull.
Her internal communications program spat code into the wire.
She looked down at the grimy steel floor, sweeping a gloved hand down her black skin suit. She cringed in disgust. The suit was smeared with filth and the seams were torn in a number of places. All the pipes she had crawled through and the roofs she had nearly fallen from to avoid her pursuer had really taken a toll on the once-sleek leather. It was going to cost a fortune to replace the damned thing, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She needed it for work.
“Station Master, spit it out and make it quick.” The voice was electronic and annoyed.
She grinned. “Hey, Peter, this is the Fallen Star.”
“Izzie! Where in fury have you been, wench?”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I miss you, too, but right now, I’m in a jam. I need directions and quick.”
“Stand by for subliminal download.”
“Standing by.” A trickle of white noise was introduced over the line. Fallon nodded. “Receiving download; thanks, Peter.”
“Hey, no problem. You still playing pixie for the bad guys?”
Fallon sighed. “Got to make a living somehow.” She stomped her feet to break the mud off her tall boots. They were crusted with muck to the knees. She didn’t even want to think about what was snarled in her cropped shoulder-length black hair.
Bloody Fate, I need a bath ...
“You could always come down to Neverland and play pixie for me ...?” The pout carried crystal clear over the connection.
Fallon shrugged. “I love you, Peter, but I can’t live hardwired to a couch like you do. I’ve got a fully functional body. I’d like to use it.”
“Fine, be that way, but you could visit. In fact you
should
visit. You’re way overdue for a bug hunt. God only knows what’s been dropped into your head between pirate ships.”
Fallon winced. He had a point. She probably needed a thorough cleaning. “That’s not a bad idea. Are any of the other lostlings down there?”
There was a heavy electronic sigh. “They’re all outside. Come down and play with me, Izzie.”
“Tell you what, as soon as I lose the guy currently on my tail, I’ll drop by for a long visit.”
“Who’s tailing you?” The electronic voice was threaded with anger. “I told you not to play with the bad guys!”
“It’s not the boss.” Fallon sighed. “It’s some white-haired foreign guy in pointy black armor.”
“Fangs, pointy ears, weird eyes, and perverted as all get-out?”