Parse Galaxy

Space travel is so overrated. Bounty hunting isn't any better, but it's what Sloane Tarnish needs to do if she wants to fix the rundown spaceship her uncle dumped on her. So she can find him and dump it right back. Problem A: Her uncle also ditched his motley crew–made up of a cranky ace pilot and an extraneous mad scientist–and they don't exactly see her as the captain. Problem B: Her ship's too broken to leave the most dangerous system in the galaxy, where a recent power vacuum is turning the place into one orbiting cluster of fugitives, thugs, and swindlers. When Sloane sets her sights on a bounty with a reward that will solve all her problems, the Commander of the Galactic Fleet himself shows up in pursuit of the same man. The last thing Sloane needs is to get tangled in a web of galactic politics–but she won't let her prize go, either. The payoff is just too big to give up. But as dangers close in on all sides, she can't help wondering if she'll live to claim her prize… Chaos Zone is the first installment in a new space opera series full of reckless women, messy worlds, and big adventures–perfect for fans of Guardians of the Galaxy and the Mandalorian. Grab your copy of Chaos Zone now!

Sloane Tarnish has always secretly admired her outlaw of an uncle and his tales of not-so-legal adventures across the galaxy–but she never thought she'd be asked to help with one of his heists. When Uncle Vin shows up on her med school campus with a plan to steal a chip full of Fleet intelligence–and the baffling idea to have her play a key role in the scheme–Sloane's got her doubts. Uncle Vin doesn't seem to realize that her top skills involve the kind of shots you drink, not the ones you fire. But Vin's convinced the Fleet's got plans to install empirical rule across the free galaxy, and that this data could stop them before they can begin. When a bunch of rogue delivery drones start taking shots at her–and not the liquid kind–she has to figure he's onto something. To prove it, all she needs to do is steal the data key from the middle of a Fleet ball… and right out from under the Commander's nose. Too bad she's got absolutely no idea what she's doing… Outlaw Rising is the prequel novella to the Parse Galaxy space opera adventure series.

Sloane Tarnish isn't the kind of girl who typically harbors celebrity fugitives on the rugged little spaceship she calls home. But now that she's stuck with one, she can't help but feel she's pretty darn good at it, thank you very much. She doesn't know how long her crew will be able to hide. She doesn't know what the Cosmic Trade Federation will do next in their bid to control the entire freaking galaxy. What she does know, with absolute certainty, is that Galactic Fleet Commander Gareth Fortune is innocent of all crimes. The only trouble? Finding a way to prove it…

It might be true that there's no rest for the wicked – but Sloane Tarnish wishes they'd at least take a nap. Unfortunately, the Cosmic Trade Federation is too excited to sleep. All keyed up about their little bid to establish a galactic empire, and all that. They've wrapped her home system in an iron grip – literally – and she's desperate for news of her family. Torn between the urge to jet home to save them and the bone-deep need to beat the CTF at their own game by getting one step ahead of them – instead of reacting to their evil deeds – Sloane finds herself wracked with indecision. It doesn't help that she's also dealing with just a tiny bit of trauma, from getting blasted into space multiple times. It's enough to give a girl a complex. When the bad guys use her out-of-the-box tricks to blast her out of indecision – and the once-safe boundary of the Currents – Moneymaker takes a crippling hit that nearly sinks the ship for good. If she doesn't get the parts she needs to fix it, and soon, then she won't be able to help anyone. Unfortunately, the ship is stuck in the middle of nowhere, and the closest junk pile is crawling with danger. And when an old friend shows up to help, it quickly becomes clear that his secrets might doom the entire crew…

Sloane might not relish the situation that's got her tangled in a web of Galactic Fleet and Trade Federation politics – but she's knee-deep in it now. And she's finished with dead ends. When she finally cracks the clue her uncle left behind, it points directly to the worst spot in the galaxy: a barren wasteland of a moon (if it counts as a moon when the planet it was orbiting has been blown into bits) where her toes are guaranteed to freeze solid in about thirty seconds. Between the bandits, the blizzards, and the cybernetic wolves, her hands are full. Not that she's complaining… much. Sloane only hopes she can escape the trek with all her toes intact – and the evidence she needs to save the galaxy from imperial rule. No pressure.

Sloane Tarnish is finished with Galactic politics, Fleet Commanders, criminal cartels, spaceships in general, and–most of all–bounty hunting. The only problem? Bounty hunting isn't finished with her. The Cosmic Trade Federation has a bounty on her head now, and the reward is high enough to tempt old nemeses into the Fringe Systems. All she wants to do is serve a few drinks and forget the rest of the galaxy exists. Instead, she's living on the run. When a not-so-old friend shows up in the Fringe with a favor in mind, Sloane allows herself to be convinced to join the search for a missing friend–just this once. Meanwhile, the Cosmic Trade Federation is extending their hold on the galaxy, little by little. Soon, every corner of the galaxy–even the quiet ones where Sloane wants to hide–will be subject to their rule.