As a fan of sci-fi I love discovering new books in this genre. Today Kate Lynd is here to give us a glimpse of her new book, Bounty Hunter.
Dare to fall in love. Dare to change the world.
Logan Mitchell doesn’t like to mess around when it comes to business. He is a rarity, a half-breed human/alien who has survived the purge. The product of an illicit affair between a charismatic human rebel and a sympathetic female alien from the planet Lonegal he is an outsider. He is a bounty hunter, and he is the best at what he does.
Enslaved from the age of fifteen, Alabama Newsome is a half-breed who’s managed to escape once and exact her revenge on the killer of her human mother and Lonegal father. Labeled a terrorist she was recaptured, tortured, and made to suffer for her actions. With the help of Logan’s imprisoned father she escapes once again and General Runyon wants her back. She’s pregnant with his child and he’s sure she’ll abort it.
When her case file comes across Logan’s desk he’s forced to deal with the truth mixed in with the lies. And he must decide, bring her in, or risk everything just to save her life.
EXCERPT:
Logan Mitchell didn’t like to f**k around when it came to business. He was a rarity, a half-breed human/alien who had survived the purge.
The product of an illicit affair between a charismatic human rebel and a sympathetic female alien from the planet Lonegal he was an outsider. He carried his father’s good looks and his mother’s iridescent blue eyes. His skin was tanned and he had the strength of the Lonegal alien race. He carried his father’s name. It was the only thing he had of his father’s as he’d been one of the first victim’s of the purge. He’d sacrificed himself so that his pregnant mother could escape. And charismatic rebel leader or not, all half-breed’s were regarded with disdain and disgust by much of both sides of his genealogical tree.
Faced by discrimination on both sides he took the only job open to most Lonegal half-breeds. The profession of a bounty hunter. Lonegalians were known for their tracking capabilities, especially when crossbred with humans.
The natural inquisitiveness of his human nature coupled with a thirst for vengeance that knew no bounds left him driven and crippled and burdened with a need to make all Lonegal criminals suffer, and the frail human ones pay for their debt to society.
Logan was good at what he did. He was one of the best, if not the best. And after laying waste to the planet Earth, a place still trying to recover from the rape of its natural resources, a planet he called home, he wanted the bastards responsible to pay. And those who had the misfortune of being left behind were first on his hit list.
He walked into his office and let the door slam behind him. Located in Kentucky one would never know it. The Lonegals had strip mined every last it of it, then cleared out most of the forested area. He smelled coffee. His secretary, Elizabeth must’ve come in. She was good at what she did. Research, errands, interviews. She did a lot of foot work, that quite frankly he didn’t have the personality for.
He poured himself a cup of coffee a picked up the pack of cigarettes sitting next to the pot. Like clockwork he thought.
He went to his desk and kicked the door shut and plopped down in his chair and lit up and took a long hard drag. He opened his desk drawer. The Jack Daniels was missing. “Elizabeth!” He shouted more than a little annoyed.
Elizabeth was old enough to be his mother and sometimes she had this annoying habit of trying to act like her. Truth be told he didn’t want to think about his mother. Or be reminded of her. It was too hard. Emotions period were too hard. So he tended not to think of his parents much at all. Although, at moments like these he couldn’t help but be reminded of them.
“Logan you’re going to need everything you got to track this one down,” Elizabeth said dropping the file on his desk.
The bounty hunter community had once been linked by an interglobal computer database. But once the humans drove the Lonegals off of the planet they decided to kill the internet as the world had once known it in hopes that it kept other interested aliens at bay. So far it had worked, at least, they thought it had.
He picked up the file and opened it. “What’s her crime?”
“She was labeled a terrorist by the Lonegals and she was supposed to a part of the bounty the Lonegals took in return for a mass release of human slaves.”
“Alabama Newsome what did you do to piss off my mother’s people?” He asked out loud. “Escaped Lonegal prison. Responsible for the deaths of two Lonegals. Has evaded capture on multiple occasions. Seems to have a sympathetic support base. Political criminal. Known contacts: Logan Mitchell Sr. Update: Still missing, Logan Mitchell Sr.- recently deceased January 2025.” He closed the file and let the gravity of what he’d just read set in. The woman in the picture couldn’t be much more than thirty years old. Which would have made her not even thought of when his father was first taken prisoner in his mother’s place. Yet if what he was to have read was correct his thought dead father had only recently died. He would’ve been sixty years old. He opened the file again. Why wouldn’t he have gotten in touch with his mother? He flipped the page. Alabama believed to be a Lonegal-Human half-breed. Also believed to be pregnant with Mitchell’s child. Early stage of pregnancy. Wanted alive for testing purposes.
He exhaled and closed the file. “Elizabeth.”
She set the bottle down on the desk. “Keep in mind that Lonegal General listed will be here in about an hour to talk about it.”
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AUTHOR INFO:
Kate Lynd is an award winning blogger and 2ndplace finisher in the 2011 Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romance Short Story for No Ordinary Love. She also writes as Amy McCorkle. Her books include 2012 Moondance International Film Festival Semi-Finalist Another Way to Die, and Set Fire to the Rain. GLADIATOR is her most recent release with Bounty Hunter, her first print book due out in October.
Her official website is http://
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