Pandora Project: Runaway Star
Elios Campbell is working on a top-secret project: translating messages from the Pandora, an alien spaceship on the edge of human territory. A favor from his mentor drops Elios into the arms of Sender Kinnison, a pilot who seems like everything Elios has ever wanted.
Their attraction is immediate and threatens to lead to more in a hurry. Even Elios’ wary heart and Sender’s burdened soul can’t keep them apart, until a single tragic moment changes their lives forever. Elios is helpless, as Sender, driven by ghosts and duty, goes racing out of reach. Fate brings them together one last time, but Elios has to decide if he’s willing to take another chance on his runaway star.
Pandora Project: Runaway Star is now available as a Top Shelf novel from Torquere Press.
Reviews:
“This is the first book I’ve read by Ms. Crow or Ms. Fox, but it absolutely won’t be the last. Very rarely does an unknown-to-me author hop straight to the keeper shelf, but these two managed in spectacular fashion. Very well done indeed!”
-Emerald Jaguar, JesseWave’s Reviews (read the review here.)
“Anyone who loves sci-fi will love Anah Crow and Dianne Fox’s PANDORA PROJECT: RUNAWAY STAR. The vivid descriptions pull the reader into the world in which these men live. I read this book late into the night because I could not wait to see how everything between the men and the project worked out. Without giving away too much I would like to say that I sincerely hope to see a sequel very soon.”
-Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs (read the review here.)
“Between the characters budding relationship and then conflict, the premise of the book as related to the alien ship provided a few teasing hints while giving enough references to a future sequel. Added to the charming secondary characters that rounded out a well-defined set of characters, the authors have given a wonderful first offering in a new series.”
-Kassa, Rainbow Reviews (read the review here.)
“The flaming hot relationship between Sender and Elios is enough to set your unmentionables on fire. The intense love scenes were written with an incredible talent that provides living visuals of every caress. I was unable to force myself to put the book down until I had read every word — sometimes twice! The amazing writing abilities of these two authors should not be missed.”
-Delane, Coffee Time Romance & More (read the review here and here.)
Excerpt:
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to us again.” Macy sprawled on the bench by Sender’s locker, hands tucked behind his head, watching Sender with an attempt at a pitiful expression. Unlike Sender, he was dressed for the weekend, looking relaxed in black fatigues.
Sender shrugged into his flightsuit and ignored Macy’s look, turning away to run a finger over the blessed icon that hung in his locker to watch over him. “I do it every time some desk jockey with a hand on the purse strings wants to take a run around the sky in a Harpy.” He closed his locker with a bang that echoed in the empty room and headed for the mirrors to make sure he looked presentable. “Go on without me; I’ll sign the squad out before I go up.”
“That’s bad luck. You know we all have to go together.” Macy rolled to his feet and tagged after Sender. “Besides, if I leave, who’s going to help you hose puke out of the cockpit?”
“I’ll manage. I recall doing it after I took you up the first time.” Sender looked at Macy in the mirror and laughed at his dark expression. Macy was usually sunny, blond, and good-natured; he didn’t look particularly convincing when he glared.
“Hey! I was just a kid then.”
Sender wet his hands and ducked his head to run them through his hair, hoping to settle his wild curls into some semblance of order. “Still are…” He needed a haircut; his hair was starting to take on a life of its own.
The doors slammed open. Voices, laughter, and the sound of footsteps rolled into the locker room just ahead of Quirinus Squadron.
“Trying to get prettier?” Lee, a lean, dark pilot with a wicked grin, smacked Sender on the ass on her way past. “Wondered what Callisto Squadron wasted its time on while the rest of us were learning how to fight.”
“I keep saying he’s past his limit.” Macy snickered and reached over to rumple Sender’s hair while Sender was turning around to answer Lee.
“I’m trying to look presentable,” Sender muttered, giving up and turning away from the mirror. “Unless anyone else feels like taking the latest tourist up for me?”
“Not me.” Lee was half out of her flightsuit, and she stripped off her bra with a sigh of relief; her skin was sleek with sweat under the watery overhead lights. The cooling systems in the Harpies needed more work. “You’re on your own.”
The lead pilot for Quirinus patted Sender on the shoulder. “They like you better, anyway.” There wasn’t any rancor in Iantu’s voice, and his grin wasn’t regretful in the least. “I’m sorry, man.”
“I hate you all.” Sender ran his hand through his hair again.
“Cut that out.” Macy cuffed him. “You looked fine when you started. Shit, you looked fine when you rolled out of bed this morning. Shame all the pretty’s wasted on me. You need a nice boyfriend to remind you.”
“Not this again. I’m going.” Sender reached over and stole Macy’s sunglasses off his head instead of going back to his locker for a pair. They were probably his, anyway. He started toward the door and Macy slid ahead of him to check the door open with one shoulder.
“I’ll help you get Juvie One ready to go,” Macy offered cheerily. “The sooner we get your sorry, favor-doing ass in the air, the sooner we get to go get drunk and laid.”
“Let no one suggest you haven’t distilled the meaning of life.”
“Fuck, no.” Macy sauntered on ahead toward the flight deck, hands in his pockets. “The sooner you recognize me as your guru, the happier you’ll be.”
Sender rolled his eyes and decided not to argue the point. Macy was probably right, but Sender wasn’t about to give in just yet.