A Navigator’s Tale: The Arcane Map of West
by D. Martin
A dangerous man and an unbelievable offer—she should have run….
Starship navigator Hanna Baskira is entangled in a job contract with a hostile merchant-trader who doesn’t trust women pilot-navs. Captain West has hidden agendas. He’s also the commander of an elite military crew.
They’re the intersystem government’s secret weapons—and the captain is the most dangerous weapon of all.
He plans on using Hanna in his espionage against an intersystem rebel network, but the captain has a thing about sharing plans…. And she has trust issues with the military.
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• File Size: 433 KB
• Print Length: 313 pages
• Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing, LLC; 1 edition (May 26, 2015)
• ISBN 13 9780990475729
• Copyright 2014 by D. Martin
• Language: English
• ASIN: B00Y3VVUVU (Amazon)
Cover Artist: Cory Lupori
Editing and Interior Book Design: Tricia Kristufek
“I realize I may have sounded a bit abrupt when I told you your navigation credentials did not inspire me to release my ship controls to you, but I did not expect you to retreat so fast and tamely. I thought you would, at least, fight for a position on my ship,” his cold voice informed me.
I stared in dazed wonder at the man. Did this most rude person follow me just to insult me once more? “What did you want to talk to me about?” I made my voice as cold as his.
“I thought you were seeking a position on my ship. You are my last choice as a pilot-navigator, but there is an opening for a junior ship-assistant.”
While clenching my teeth to force myself to remain professional, I tried hard not to glare at the man. This isn’t going well at all. Certainly, I didn’t like the way he continued to low-rate me. A junior assistant on a merchant vessel was about as low ranking a position as any spacer could go on a ship. Besides, it was nonnavigational. It was for untrained newbies: not anyone with Lumen Guild pilot-navigator certification.
The insensitive brute sat silent while frowning at me. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I took a long, calming breath before trusting my mouth and temper.
“Perspective employees should be compatible with their employers. I don’t think I would suit you, Captain West. So I’m going to decline the honor of requesting you to consider me for the position. And now, I do have to be somewhere else. Thank you for your time, sir.” I fought to keep irate sarcasm out of my flat-spoken words.
It killed me to say that. I’m throwing away possible employment. Even if it was only a low junior assistant position, it would have paid something slightly more than nothing, which was what I was facing in terms of incoming credit flow. I shot up from my seat.
“Sit down, and hear me out.”
His terse command made me drop down in the chair, but I glared. Nothing would induce me to sign on to any ship owned or captained by Mr. Tyrannical West. Here he was, ordering me about—and I wasn’t even his employee. He would be darn near impossible to serve under, and I refused to put myself through that particular kind of grief.
D. Martin has reading interests that have roamed far and wide in her quest for knowledge, balance, and rollicking good fiction.
She likes science and finding out how Life and the Universe work. When she writes, she most often chooses to compose stories in a scifi/fantasy vein—combined with generous dashes of adventure and romance.
She has worked in a science career for longer than she cares to divulge. She has been privileged to work on some pretty amazing projects to benefit mankind. She believes that there is an art to Science, and a science to Art.
She lives in the U.S.A. with a husband, whose very understanding when she’s off the planet writing.