Alliance: Vol 2 PRINT

Excerpt From: Freedom

"You can’t make me do it," Voss Potter sneered. He was getting good at that expression, but he had no choice in the matter. If his mask slipped his uncle would walk all over him.

"Yes, I can. I’m your guardian and you’ll do as I say." His uncle folded his hands in front of him and expected to be obeyed. They’d had this argument before and it wouldn’t be the last time either, unfortunately. Why couldn’t he just have his uncle’s love? They needed each other, but something about Uncle Basil had changed.

"No, I will not," Voss stood his ground. He couldn’t appear weak even for a second. He’d learned that the hard way. The last time he’d given into his uncle he’d been forced to stay in his room for a week and by forced he didn’t mean sent to his room without any supper, but sent there with guards blocking his way. They wouldn’t budge no matter how much he begged and tried to bribe, they probably thought he was a royal brat getting his just desserts. He couldn’t blame them. Not one of them was the original security detail that he’d known since he was born. His uncle had fired all of them and replaced the team with his own men a few months after Voss’ parents had been killed. That’s when things had started going crazy around his house.

"Go to your suite. I’ll deal with you later when you will marry who I tell you to—so get yourself prepared." Not one inch of the man was in disarray. Voss wanted to muss him, but refrained, not letting his anger get the better of him.

"You just want control of my estate. You don’t care about me or my feelings. I will stand against you on this. I’m not ready to marry some stranger of your choosing." Voss crossed his arms over his chest, but didn’t back down.

Great, now I sound like a spoiled brat. All I need to do is stomp my foot and pout.

That’s probably why he kept getting sent to his stupid room like a child.

Basil slapped him. "Leave my presence. Now. Before I really lose my temper."

He should have seen that one coming, it wasn’t the first time he’d been hit, but at least this time it was a slap and not a punch. He rubbed his cheek, but didn’t respond to his uncle in any other way. It was best to keep his silence on this one if he didn’t want more than a hit to the face. Oh, he’d leave all right, but it wouldn’t be to his rooms. Captain Rodrick was due to leave port and when he did, Voss would stowaway. Anything was better than being on a planet without his parents. Since their death Uncle Basil had kept trying to push him off on someone else he could control. That wasn’t the only change he’d noticed. His uncle was more irritable and quick to anger and it didn’t seem to be through grief. Voss’ parents were never spoken of. That was the hardest for him because he needed time to grieve, but he couldn’t because he was too busy staying one step ahead of the marriage train his uncle was on.

He had his own craft, but it wasn’t like he could fly the damn thing and Voss had no idea who he could trust now that his family retainers were all gone. He had no way to contact them even if he wanted to. They’d left in the middle of the night and Voss had never got their personal information because they were always at the house if he needed something. The whole situation was just about hopeless.

It didn’t help that he had to have someone shadow him at all times. He couldn’t be caught alone with any interesting men—or women for that matter—because he would be compromised and forced to marry and right now he couldn’t even have a hint of scandal or his uncle would take advantage of it. It was a dumb rule that was put into law millennia ago when there were wars over estates. Someone needed to change it. At twenty-one he would be free to live his life how he wanted and that scared the crap out of his uncle because it meant Voss’ trust fund would go bye-bye and Basil would be forced to fend for himself and it wouldn’t come fast enough for Voss. Some days he wished he’d been born a lower class because then he wouldn’t have to worry about the archaic rules. The society on Adair would do what it must to protect their precious money, but the rule was stupid and Voss didn’t fully understand it anyway. His birthday couldn’t get here fast enough. Not that he’d throw his uncle out and Basil should know that.

Despite the crazy way his uncle was acting, Voss still loved him. Uncle Basil was the only family he had left and Voss treasured that. Maybe not right this second, when his cheek still stung with the slap from his uncle, but later when he calmed down, Voss would remember the good times.

Excerpt From: Reward

This was the life. James Rodrick pulled a pair of solar goggles from his pack and lay back on the lounger. He needed this vacation. The last few months had put a strain on his belief in right and wrong. Zeb II was the perfect place to put his worries behind him and relax.

His best friend and ex-first mate, Maverick Sayers, was married and settled on Adair and it was time for James to evaluate what he wanted out of life, but that would wait. Right now he wanted to do nothing but clear his mind. The day was heating up. Maybe later he’d take a swim.

Jim activated the e-reader feature in his shades. A little light reading, a nap, a good dinner and a cocktail followed by dancing later on would do nicely for the rest of the day. He loved to dance and didn’t get to do it nearly enough. Usually he was busy hauling cargo. The life of an ex-Alliance soldier was boring unless they turned mercenary.

He’d left the Alliance after what had happened to his good friend Rave Anders. A few years ago Rave had been wrongly accused of theft and sent to a prison planet. Rave never talked about what had happened to him on that waste of space, but Jim didn’t need much of an imagination to figure it out.

His good friend had changed and Rave’s partner, Kain Sims, had disappeared. The last Jim had heard they were back together and things were going well. It was Rave who had helped Jim get going with his cargo business. Jim needed the stability and having his own ship let him be in control. He didn’t have to worry about the mucky grey area the Alliance seemed to bleed into all too regularly. There was only a right way and a wrong way.

Jim pushed thoughts of the Alliance from his mind. The book he was reading was about life on Earth a millennia ago. Fascinating stuff about creatures called dinosaurs. The book toted itself as non-fiction, but Jim wasn’t too sure if it was, especially since the author spouted what amounted to speculation. The great flood of 2050 had wiped out all the physical evidence of life on Earth before humans, then World War III had pretty much destroyed the planet as his ancestors knew it.

The only good thing to come out of the war was space travel. Jim wouldn’t be where he was today without it. He wondered if he could get a crew together to go exploring some of the old world, but that would be too much work. He’d need permits to even think about heading to Earth. The Alliance guarded it too closely and they wouldn’t let someone who’d walked away from them poke his nose around.

It was a good thought though. Jim read more on the theories of what had happened to the creatures and hoped it would keep his attention.

Who was he kidding? He was getting restless. It had only been an hour and the story was good, the sun nice and hot, with a cool breeze coming off the sea, but he wanted to do something. Jim tossed his goggles aside and sat up. Maybe he’d go for a run. This was the first day of his vacation and he wasn’t handling it very well. He still had six days to go until he could go back to his ship-he’d scheduled an overhaul of the systems to force himself to relax. Usually if they took a break from freighting, he and Maverick would hit up a few places and visit with friends but now it was just him. And a pity party for one was not cutting it, so a run it was.

The com he’d carelessly tossed to the side in the sand buzzed before he got completely out of the lounger.

"Rodrick."

"James, how’s vacation going?"

A smile worked its way over his face. It was good to hear from his former first mate.

"Maverick! Why’re you calling me? Shouldn’t you be wallowing in matrimonial bliss?"

"So...vacation isn’t going as planned?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You sound tense and you’re avoiding the question." Maverick’s laugh echoed across the com. "What’re you doing right now?"

"Getting ready for a run, if you must know."

"You need to be getting ready for a good hard fuck."

"Mav!" Maverick’s husband’s voice was distant, but clear.

Jim missed Maverick, but he was happy he’d finally made a go of it with Voss. Things had been hairy for a while when Voss had almost been forced to marry someone else because his uncle had gone crazy with a plague that was travelling around the universe. The entire situation was one of the reasons Jim had forced himself to come alone to a pleasure planet.

He’d had to hedge the truth while helping Voss out and he’d hated every second of it. Jim was an honest man and lying was too much of a grey area that always came back to bite him in the butt. He’d learned that the hard way at a young age.

"You leave my sex life out of it. Did you call for a reason or just to mess with me?"

"Just to mess with you. Okay, not really. Voss and I were thinking-"

"Uh oh."