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Twenty years ago, Imperial assassin Raena Zacari was court-martialed, entombed alive, and left for dead.  While she was imprisoned, the human empire she served unleashed a genocidal plague that wiped out the Templars.  In retaliation, the other peoples of the galaxy banded together to obliterate the Empire. The Human-Templar War is over finally, but humanity remains scattered and reviled.


Gavin Sloane has been hunting desperately for Raena since he lost her after a failed rescue attempt during the War.  He’s sunken to robbing Templar tombs as a way to fund his search. He never was a nice man. Looking for Raena has driven him over the edge.


Raena’s adopted sister Ariel Shaad made a fortune smuggling guns to the human-and-alien Coalition during the War.  She sent Gavin on his mad quest to find Raena in the first place.  She would do anything to help her sister, but money can’t make everything right.


Once Raena is freed, the insane war criminal who enslaved her and trained her to kill wants her back. Jonan Thallian is willing to risk everything – including his army of cloned sons – to bring her back under his control. Now it’s a race to see who kills whom first.


The Dangerous Type mixes action SF with adventurous space opera that grabs you from the first pages and doesn’t let go. Along with a supporting cast of smugglers, black market doctors, and other ne’er-do-wells sprawled across a galaxy brimming with alien life, The Dangerous Type has been described as La Femme Nikita meets Firefly.


The Dangerous Type is only the first book in Loren Rhoads’s epic trilogy, which continues with Kill By Numbers and No More Heroes.  All three books will be published by Night Shade in 2015.


An excerpt from Chapter 1:


Most of the tombs they’d entered had warehoused whole companies of bugs, the dead warriors of a single starship buried together.  Kavanaugh played his light around the inside this cavern but found only a single catafalque, an uncarved slab of obsidian in the rough center of the room.  Whoever lay atop it must be important, he thought.  Shouldn’t take too long to loot one body.  Maybe there would actually be something worth stealing this time.


Kavanaugh peeled off his face shield and lifted the flask, sucking down the last half of its contents as the men converged on the catafalque. “What’s a human girl doing in here?” Taki asked.


Curcovic teased, “Maybe you can wake her with a kiss.”


“ ’Cept for the dust,” Lim commented.


“Well, yeah, ’cept for the dust, Lim.  Damn, man, don’t you have any imagination?”


“Just what did you have in mind?” Lim asked skeptically.


“Are you sure she’s human?” Kavanaugh asked as he slipped the flask back inside his coat.


“I think she’s just a kid,” Curcovic added.  “No armor.  You think she was somebody important’s kid?”


“She’s the best thing I’ve seen on this rock so far,” Taki pointed out.  His hand wiped some of the dust from her chest.


Kavanaugh was crossing the uneven floor to join them when a low female voice said clearly, “No.”


Curcovic stumbled backward, dropping his torch and fumbling at the gun at his hip.  The corpse sat up, straight-arming her fist into Taki’s face.  Stunned, he cracked his head on the stone floor when he went down. He lay still at the foot of the catafalque.


Lim backed away, light trained on the figure rising in the middle of the tomb.  It was hard for Kavanaugh to make her out in the unsteady light:  a slip of a girl dressed in gray with a cloak of dusty black hair that fell past her knees.


Curcovic finally succeeded in drawing his gun.  The girl darted sideways faster than Kavanaugh could follow in the half-light.  A red bolt flashed out, blinding in the darkness.  Lim collapsed to the floor, cursing Curcovic.


The girl rounded on Curcovic, turning a one-handed cartwheel that left her in range to kick the gun from his hand.  She twisted around, nearly too quick to see, and cracked her fist hard into his chest.  Curcovic fell as if poleaxed.  Lim groaned from the floor, hands clasped over his belly.


None of the men were dead yet, Kavanaugh noticed.  She could have killed them as if they’d been standing still, but she’d disabled them instead.  He suspected that was because they posed no real threat to her.  Maybe she needed them alive.  He hoped that was true.


Cold sweat ran into Kavanaugh’s eyes.  He held the flask in his gun hand.  He’d have to drop it to draw his weapon.  If the noise caught her attention, he’d be headed for the ground before his gun barrel cleared his holster.

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Loren Rhoads is the author of The Dangerous Type, Kill By Numbers, and No More Heroes, the In the Wake of the Templars trilogy.  She’s the co-author of As Above, So Below with Brian Thomas. She authored Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travels and edited The Haunted Mansion Project: Year Two and Morbid Curiosity Cures the Blues. She’s been an active member of the Horror Writers Association since 2001.


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