It's been a really bad two years for Chloe Butler.
Two years ago, she'd been abducted walking home from her crap moonlighting job as a bartender. She'd been so close to escaping from the ghetto she'd been born into and had survived. She was working two jobs, got her GED and was applying to the community college. She may have been born and raised in South Chicago, but she had a plan and it was to get out of South Chicago. All of those dream had been destroyed on her way home from work.
Finding herself stuck, alone, on a spaceship probably headed into some sun somewhere, she was running out of food, water, and the stupid thing was making a weird noise.
Larn was at the end of his privateering gig. The sell of the derelict ship he'd come upon would put him well above his budget for living like a king for the rest of his life. He'd not expected to find his mate. He's never imagined she'd be so damned tiny... or pale. Her hair was as red as his sin and she...