Even beauty has flaws.
Luna Moonstone, half Lustonian, half human, is a creature of inherent carnal desires. She’s capable of little emotion, but oh what a heavenly body. She enjoys sex wherever and with whomever she can, including her favorite lover, Crater Bob, owner of a mainstay freighter.
When a DEA case goes horribly awry, Luna switches to Universal Alliances tax division. Soon, she’s forced back to the DEA, investigating the wealthiest and most conniving business mogul in several galaxies—Bodacious Bertha. UA creates a small team, partnering Luna with Crack, a Fourpeck Fire Heathen, and Petunia, a hyperactive Ripstinger. They investigate the deaths caused by Femdrene, a mineral supplement produced by Bendlight Enterprises. The case leads them to a heinous act on Cerulea 2 that goes down in the history of every galaxy, branding lifelong scars on each team member’s psyche.
However, things grow complicated between Luna and Crater Bob. She wants to enjoy her partner, who satisfies her every sexual desire, but has Bob possibly awakened her heart? None of it will matter if the killer Luna is tracking reaches her first.
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Excerpt: edited for adult language
Excerpt: edited for adult language
una Moonstone strode into Crater Bob’s and steeled herself for the numerous one-liners and abrasive advances she’d undoubtedly get in this dive. Not that she wouldn’t mind a wild f*** with someone interesting, but business came first. She had to stay focused on her job instead of allowing her inherent carnal nature take over. After all, if she let her duties as lead investigator for Universal Alliances slide, she’d never get caught up on work, nor would she ever hear the end of it from her superiors, especially Mr. Stellarman. As long as she stayed on top of all the money flows, the head honchos allowed her to do as she pleased, plus the salary was too good to pass up.
She paused at the edge of the lounge. Crater Bob’s was her least favorite check-in stop. She adored her f*** buddies and friends here, but the riotous bar scene, bright flickering lights, and loud, often annoying alien music, wore her down and gave her headaches. She loved a hard f*** with Friggly, but the sooner she met with him the sooner she could get the hell off this piece-of-shit freighter and move on to the next poor excuse for a planet, space station, or asteroid on her schedule. Once she stepped out into the fray of off-duty personnel, most of which were males, the battle of wits and pheromones would begin. It was the same at each post she had to visit. Her looks and body created turmoil among humans, physically compatible aliens, and even those who weren’t, such as the Insectoids and Reptilians, who would still hover around her until she wanted to open fire on them.
At that thought, Luna frowned. The last time she’d lost her temper had garnered her the nickname Lunatic. Hell, even though she’d been cleared of the charges, the name had stuck, and her reputation as a hard-nosed psychotic bitch now followed her throughout most galaxies.
She straightened her stance, placed her hand on the neurostun strapped under her boobs, and walked out into the middle of the tables scattered across the wide metallic floor.
As expected, a hulking humanoid stood and blocked her path. “Mmm-mmm! Boys, take a look at..."
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