Space Janitor

Vanti and O'Neill, newly graduated security agents, go undercover on the luxurious Space Station Kelly-Kornienko to unmask a killer. With the board of directors demanding answers, the pair must survive an incompetent commander, the attention of the station Mafia, and a hammock with a vendetta against O'Neill.Join Vanti and O'Neill as they hunt down a killer. But, whatever you do, don't eat the pudding. I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.

It's a dirty galaxy and someone has to clean it.Avoiding the wealthy inhabitants on the upper levels of Station Kelly Kornienko is bot-programmer Triana's number one rule. Well, number two, right after "eat all the chocolate."But when one of her cleaning bots finds a dead body, all the rules go out the airlock. A highly connected security agent interrupts her routine with stories of missing bodies, and Triana can't ignore him; it's cooperate or find a new job. A girl has to pay the rent, even on a crappy studio compartment.Working with a shiny detective beats a shuttle dirt-side, so Triana lends her programming skills to Agent O'Neill's investigation. Together, they find more victims and evidence of a major cover-up.It will take all Triana's technical talents, most of O'Neill's connections, and some really excellent croissants to stop the murders, save her job, and ultimately, her life. I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.

They say you can never go home. But, you can clean it. Triana Moore, maintenance bot technician on Station Kelly-Kornienko, prefers life in orbit where the air is purified, the commute is short, and nature doesn't get all over you. But when a minor infraction gets her sent to remedial training dirtside, she doesn't complain. Who wouldn't enjoy a few days of sitting in the sunshine, eating gourmet burgers and drinking too much Jager Hula? When an unplanned beach weekend uncovers dangerous squatters in her childhood home, the space janitor decides to clean house. She enlists the help of her roommate, Kara, and security agent Ty O'Neill. As they investigate, old friends resurface in suspicious circumstances, and Triana doesn't know whom she can trust. She's scheduled to work on Monday, so she must answer these questions before the weekend is over: Who are these infiltrators? What do they want? And when will that pizza finally be delivered? I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.

It's all merry and bright, unless you're the janitor.Triana Moore doesn't hate Christmas, but tinsel tidying is terrible. When her bots stop vacuuming, Triana must find out why.Like Santa up a chimney, she zips to the upper levels of the space station to apprehend the culprit: a mystery man with a magnetic personality confusing the computers. He can't remember his own name, but he can access the most secure areas of the station with a smile, and not leave a trace.To save Christmas, and the board of directors' all-important holiday party, Triana must enlist all her friends--and a few enemies. When they look in their stockings on Christmas morning, who will find candy and who will find coal? I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.

Cleaning the galaxy, one cruise ship at a time. When maintenance technician Triana Moore gets temporarily transferred to a passenger liner, she doesn't expect luxury and relaxation. Bot-minding is the same on a station or a ship. But with twelve-hour workdays and five roommates in her cabin, Triana thinks she should have read the employment contract more carefully. Days into the cruise, her boss, Les, goes missing. Triana dusts off her sleuthing skills to start snooping. Together with a retired Marine Corps dance instructor, a socially inept hospitality intern, and her favorite security agent, she must navigate more than just the solar system. They dodge dance competition divas, reality show cameras, and the occasional wealthy sociopath to search for the missing supervisor. Will they find Les before she goes dancing through the stars? And will they find time to hit the buffet before all the chocolate strawberries are gone? I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.

It's a big galaxy, and somebody needs to clean it.When maintenance technician Triana Moore arrives on the planet Sally Ride, she just wants to get through the high-lev meeting and get her relationship with Agent Ty O'Neill back to normal. But everywhere she turns, she's reminded of the serial killer who got away. When a short escape from the boredom leads her to an eerily familiar crime scene, she starts to wonder if she's losing it.With the help of Ty, her frenemy Vanti, and a cupcake truck, will Triana survive the most boring meeting in the galaxy? And will she finally sweep her nemesis out of her life? Or will she run away again--this time for good?Scoop up the next book in the Space Janitor Series! I've been an IT guy, a choir director, an executive assistant, a stay-at-home mom, a college instructor, and that lady at the information booth in a tourist town. But writer is the best job ever, because I get to make stuff up. Stuff I wish were true, stuff I'm glad isn't true.