I, Effing Feline, have a favorite lap in the whole world. It belongs to —
No, not Ed. Sheesh — I have better taste than that. My favorite lap belongs to Mrs Valentine. (Ed has earned the title of Mr Valentine, you know.) She had her birthday recently. I’ll tell you when as soon as I get rid of today’s infomercial.
I’m skipping ahead in Constellation XXI. Here Sienna Dukelsky starts to get to the bottom of the story’s main mystery.
Tired, she stretched her arms overhead, but stopped when she noticed Crispin watching her breasts with too much interest. Although the familiar spark kindled in her nethers, she lowered her arms; she couldn’t use her body to deal with the ravages of betrayal.
Actually she could, and it’d be fun — but it wouldn’t solve anything.
“What is so plarking important you have to report to Security?” she asked as she stretched again, hoping to catch him off guard with the question.
Sienna hadn’t thought much about the cargo of exotic animals he hoped to sell on Crassin. Now she added learning about the creatures to her long list of things to do. “What special about the animals you’re carrying?”
“When you lie, your eyes narrow and you look off to one side.”
Effing Feline here again. Mrs V’s birthday was on Earth Day, which makes her the original, one, and only Mother Earth! (Or Earth Mother. Something like that.)
Rediscovering Love at the Worst Possible Time
When her tugship inexplicably loses power while aimed straight at her space station home, Sienna Dukelsky tries frantically to get her ship working in time. But can she cooperate with Crispin Hunt, a former lover she’d once betrayed, to create a way to regain control before the ship kills thousands?