Life of a Freelancer

Have you ever had a bad day? Sergeant Paul Mitchell had. It was the kind of bad day where nothing went right, everything that could go wrong went wrong, and everyone died. He knew that was always a possibility in the marines, but it really sucked when it happened to you: it wasn't your fault, and you still took the fall for everything. With his career dead and buried, he's forced to make it as a freelancer; a jack of all trades but a master of none. Just when he thought life couldn't get any worse a couple of stupid kids proved him wrong...again. Now, the ex-marine needs to find a ship, a crew who won't ask too many questions, get off-world, and disappear into the black. Too bad the women he's signed on with have a few secrets of their own. Life of a Freelancer contains graphic sexual situations, bad language, intense violence, and a guy doing what he has to in order to survive. You've been warned.

Paul Mitchell wasn't sure how things could get any worse. Sure, he'd been booted from the Marine Corps and was forced to work as a freelancer because he couldn't hold down a regular job. He'd signed on with a mysterious crew of women, sailed across the void, and met interesting aliens and new people who tried to kill him. Against all odds, he'd somehow found himself stuck between a criminal psycho, Naval Intelligence, and a drop-dead gorgeous skipper who actually liked him. He'd even pulled a regular Prince Charming and saved a damsel in distress. If past performance was the best predictor of future success, he should have been well on the way to an early retirement. Too bad his past was coming back to haunt him. With his assets frozen and warrants out for his arrest, retreat was the only option. He just hoped he didn't drag the rest of the crew down with him-and that was if the skipper didn't toss him out an airlock in his sleep. Despite feeling like he'd finally turned over a new leaf, Mitchell would have to figure out a way to prove that he was worthy to stay among the crew he'd grown so close to. If he somehow accomplished that, then he'd worry about the assassins, intergalactic politics, and crazy aliens with weird ideas about human dudes. If nothing else, his life as a freelancer was never dull.