Bøker av Linda T Kepner

Two centuries from now, in the Confederation, the Tyrellian uprising has ended badly. The Loyalists have defeated the Rebels, but nothing is cut-and-dried. On Earth, the Chicago Fraud Wars have also ended. There is an uneasy truce between North American law enforcement and the terrifying corporate giant, General Mercantile. Officer Jem Grayson of the Chicago Police Department, a nerved-up, burnt-out Fraud teamer straight from the battle, is sent to an out-of-the-way agricultural space station to "assist" GM as a diplomatic measure. But is she investigating a murder, or not? Or is it more fraud? Who is to blame - the bitter, exiled young aristocrat who is watching his lifeline slide away? Or the remarkable aliens who were ditched here during the uprising? Is it possible that an artificial intelligence is behind this - and can it hold a grudge? Grayson and her new ally, the Comte de Bourriac, race to retrieve and preserve this lost paradise before the answers kill them.ToCCheat Sheet for Characters/Events 1 - Just Another Tourist2 - Local Aliens3 - A Strange Scent4 - Jackpot!5 - Renaissance6 - Re-Energized7 - Yellow Alert8 - New Worlds9 - Security Issues10 - An Education11 - Jailbirds12 - The Surveyors13 - Old Ghosts14 - Nightmares15 - Facing It16 - Reset17 - TherapeauticsAfterword

Anna Blunt has been dragged down and squeezed dry. Still dealing with the disappearance of the man she loved - who turned out not to be a man, after all - she receives another assignment from Salem Academy. Her rambunctious relatives, the Middeltens, are up to something yet again. Anna boards a plane to chase them down. But something's wrong. This is no ordinary airplane... where is she going? And where does the feisty John McGinnis fit in?----Walking down the boarding corridor was no different from any other flight Anna had taken... the same unchanging look and sound of indoor-outdoor carpeting underfoot, the same canned-air smell. Seat 3B was almost a small cabin by itself. Anna buckled herself in, and waited.The line tapered off. Anna felt the vehicle begin to move. Two seats ahead of her, in the aisle, stood a female attendant, ready to give the safety lecture. The attendant did not hold a seatbelt. Then the speakers kicked in."Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the crew I ask that you please direct your attention to the attendants as we review the emergency procedures. There are eight emergency capsules on this spacecraft. Take a minute to locate the capsule closest to you. Note that the nearest capsule may be behind you. Count the number of rows to this capsule... While we wait for takeoff, please take a moment to review the safety data card in the seat pocket in front of you."Numbly, Anna pulled out the brochure. It confirmed what she thought she had heard. She tried to keep her voice under control. "Isabel! I'm not in a passenger airplane. I'm in a passenger spaceship!"Isabel sighed. "I was afraid if I told you that, you'd think I was crazy.""The feeling I couldn't place - I time-walked!""I knew you'd felt this sensation at least once, from conversations we've had over the years." Over the years?