by Vijaya Schartz
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When bounty hunter Akira Karyudo
accepted her assignment, something didn't add up. Why would the
Trans Planetary Protectorate want a kidnapped orphan dead or alive?
She will get to the truth once she finds the boy, and the no good
SOB who snatched him from a psychiatric hospital. With her cheetah,
Freckles, a genetically enhanced feline retriever, Akira sets out to
flush them out of the bowels of the BOREALIS space station. But when
she finds her fugitives, the kidnapper is not what she expects.
Markku, a decorated rebel soldier, stole his nephew from the
authorities, who performed painful experiments on the boy. Stuck on
Borealis, he protects the child, but how can he shield him from the
horribly dangerous conditions in the lawless sublevels of the
decrepit space station?
Akira faces the worst moral dilemma of her career. Law or justice,
duty or love. She can't have it both ways.
"Wow! If readers want to see and feel and believe they are in deep
space, then "Borealis IX: Akira's Choice" is the perfect choice!
With a touch of romance, the vivid descriptions and beautifully
developed characters masterfully presented by Schartz create a
virtual world that invite the reader not merely to observe, but to
walk amongst them and participate... This is a delicate art, and
Schartz wields her weapons with precision and skill. Banzai!" 5 stars - exceptional - recommended read -
"a captivating story with interesting,
appealing characters. Being a cat lover, I found the relationship,
with its psychic element, between Freckles and Shane absolutely
captivating. As always, Ms. Schartz’s solid plot and crisply-written
prose incorporates a good blend of action and intrigue... This story
can easily stand alone... but I believe you’ll enjoy this exciting
Sci-Fi series much more if you start reading it from the
beginning... the Borealis series is a must read for all fans of
Sci-Fi romance. Go pick them up and settle into your favorite
armchair for some entertaining reading." Manic Readers 4.5 stars
Two thugs stalked
away to follow the cheetah.
"Go after that cat and you're dead!" The strong baritone voice
came from a tall man aiming a blaster at the two hoodlums.
He stepped out of the shadows, in full paramilitary gear. His
left hand held a long knife. He sidled toward Akira, circling
the thugs, who started to retreat at the sight of his blaster.
"Mind your own business." Akira didn't appreciate unwanted help.
The man stepped closer. "These goons know nothing about
civilized rules of fighting. They want your body, your hide,
your cat for its meat, and your armor and weapons."
"I know that." Who did this man think she was? A neophyte?
"There is no honor in killing defenseless creatures."
"There is no honor in this place." His gaze skimmed the sorry
lot holding an assortment of blades and clubs, some with
protruding metal spikes. "Believe me, they are far from
The thugs kept their distance from the blaster aimed at them,
but they did not retreat.
"Still. I refuse to kill if there is another way." None of those
rejects would threaten her individually, but their number could
present a challenge. As more joined the group, she counted two
The louts glanced at one another with indecision. At least, they
understood the warning. She was trained and dangerous. Not to be
trifled with. They widened their half circle in front of her,
still hesitating, but they held their ground. Chikusho.
In a few long steps, the stranger joined her side. From his walk
and the way he held his weapons, she could tell he had military
training. He didn't look like a TPP soldier, though. Something
wild lurked in his clear blue gaze. A free thinker. A bounty
hunter like her? Or perhaps a rebel?
"You look like you could use some help."
"Do I?" Unbelievable. "Why should I trust you?" She couldn't
help the derision in her voice. "For all I know, you could be
their leader, luring me into a trap."
He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not one of them, and you
are in more trouble than you know."
"Get out of my way." Akira clicked open the metal claws of her
forearm braces then unsheathed a titanium short sword and
adopted a defensive stance. "I work alone."
He laughed. "And I'm telling you, this is no place for a warrior
from a distant past. Especially, one who cares about something
as futile as honor."
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