Lieutenant Andrea Rowe has a problem. No, it's not the multi-million dollar weapons test she flubbed due to burnout. Nor is it the fact that her boss sent her on an involuntary two months' leave. Instead, Andrea's problem is that recent events have led to her having even more stress...and a 24-hour guard from the local ski patrol. Then "Victim Number Seven" sat down at her table with a bowl of nachos and a surly attitude.
Jason Owderkirk was expecting a normal "dirtside" leave free of the usual troubles that dogged a fighter squadron commander. Instead in less than twenty-four hours he's had to fend off an old friend carrying the galaxy's largest torch, an overcrowded ski resort, and a best friend who thinks that the best way to shrug off one's troubles are to collect the pelts of passing snow bunnies. Forced to sit down with a mysterious femme fatale that has apparently been terrorizing every male who even looks her way, Jason soon finds himself engaged in a dance that's only slightly less dangerous than piloting a starfighter.
About the Author
James Young is a Missouri native who escaped small town life via spending four years at a small, well-known Federal institution in upstate New York. After being set free from the Hudson River Valley, Mr. Young spent the next six years of his life in various locations (both foreign and domestic) having the cost of his education repaid one nickel at a time. Along the way he collected a loving, patient, and beautiful spouse...and various animals that did not fit any of those descriptions.
After leaving the Republic's employ, James returned to the Midwest to pursue his doctorate in history--a process that has taken approximately twice the time he planned. Currently living with the same great woman and roughly four times the weight of pets (in the form of a pair of flatulent, WWE emulating shelter dogs), Mr. Young spends his time researching history, working for the Republic (again), and plotting new and interesting ways to torment characters.
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