Thursday, February 03, 2011

Finders Keepers - Linnea Sinclair

"She could still see his handsome and haughty face on his last transmit: "Mother was right. You are nothing but low class trash from Port Rumor."

Better than high class trash from Ba’grond. She’d wanted to tell him that, but never did. By that point in their relationship, she knew they didn’t even speak the same language.

She shook off the bad memories, plucked her faded service jacket from her closet then went in search of an extra laser pistol that worked."


3.5 out of 5

http://www.linneasinclair.com/finderskeepers.html#excerpt

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