Yep, it’s here. My favourite book to date. I fell in love with Sabain Talano. I hope you do too.
“Target acquired. Registered name, Sabian Talano.”
“Record?”
“None.”
“Military service?”
“None.”
“What have you got on him?”
“Registered name, Sabian Talano.”
“That’s it? No history of any kind?”
“No other information is available at this time.”
No one on Spaceport Adana knows who Sabian Talano really is. Everything about Talano, the head bouncer at the spaceport’s most popular bar, Haze, is shrouded in absolute mystery. All that’s known is this: Don’t piss him off if you want to stay in one piece. Don’t mess with Emylie, his equally mysterious companion, if you want to stay alive. No one knows who Sabian Talano is, and that’s exactly the way he wants it to stay.
So who is the woman in skin-tight red leather called Falynn Mavek who suddenly appears on the spaceport? Who is the massive man with her, she calls Forty-Two? What is she doing on ’Port Adana asking questions about the secretive head bouncer? And why do her eyes burn with hunger when she finally finds him?
Sabian Talano’s dark chilling past is about to catch up with him. And it couldn’t be more dangerous. Or erotic.
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Excerpt
Spaceport: Hidden Phase
Lexxie Couper
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Copyright ©2008 Lexxie Couper
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Haze, Spaceport Adana
IAC 211
“Who’s goin’t make me?”
Sabian Talano suppressed a sigh, his stare fixed firmly on the inebriated, slightly swaying Mendovian waving a broken bottle in his face. Every time a new ship docked, every time a new smuggler, illegal trader or bounty hunter landed on ’Port Adana, Sabian had to deal with at least one idiot too intoxicated to realize they were about to get their nose/muzzle/snout broken.
Tonight was no exception. The Mendovian with the broken bottle and twitching eye stalks had spent the better part of the evening — and a shitload of credits — pouring ale after ale down his throat, boasting to anyone who cared to listen about the haul of Ezelian Dream Spice he’d just snatched from under the IAC’s nose. Mauling the ropki girls, groping the bar staff and hurling insults at K’Mere’s latest rendition of the Zondorian classic “Whip Me” on karaoke.
As far as Sabian was concerned, the drunken imbecile should have been ejected from the bar after his second drink, but Hazel — being a big fan of pissing off the IAC — had given the smuggler a little more slack… (continue reading &aquo;)