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  Praise for the writing of Morgan Hawke

  Interstellar Service and Discipline: Victorious Star

  Interstellar service has never been so exciting -- or so dangerous.

  -- Daria Karpova, author of Loose Diamonds (Loose Id)

  Victorious Star is not your usual Space Opera. Morgan Hawke brings scorching BDSM bisexuality to full bloom in this very special ménage a trois played out against an epic sprawl of space battles and Interstellar conflict.

  -- Barbara Karmazin, author of On the Edge of Time (Loose Id)

  Morgan Hawke never met a boundary she didn’t want to push. In Victorious Star she proves it, with one of the most remarkable erotic romances I’ve ever read. Morgan creates a complex, fascinating science fiction universe, then adds three strong-willed and sensual characters locked in a delicious battle for supremacy. If you’re anything like me, it will fascinate you, it will shock you, and it will turn you on. You definitely won’t be bored.

  -- Angela Knight, writing as Victoria Michaels, author of Stranded (Loose Id)

  A searing tale of service, space, and sexual politics! Whether it’s SF you crave or the very best smut, Victorious Star delivers. Completely satisfying.

  -- Sage Grayson, author of Computer Crimes: Hentai Dreams (Changeling Press)

  INTERSTELLAR SERVICE AND DISCIPLINE:

  VICTORIOUS STAR

  Morgan Hawke

  Warning

  This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

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  Contains substantial explicit sexual content and graphic language. Contains sexual situations that some readers find objectionable (multiple sexual partners, ménage, bondage, domination/submission, BDSM, anal sex).

  Interstellar Service and Discipline: Victorious Star

  Morgan Hawke

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © September 2004 by Morgan Hawke

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  ISBN 1-59632-041-9

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  Editor: Erin Mullarkey

  Cover Artist: Angela Knight

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  Outside the rim of Imperial Space

  First Lieutenant Victoria Stark grimaced at the image on her holographic display. “So, this is where the captain has seen fit to abandon me.” The small orbital way-station looked like a floating heap of crumbling junk that had somehow fallen together, but had yet to drift back apart. Trash and debris from wrecked ships trailed its orbiting wake. The moon it circled didn’t look much better. The surface was pocked with craters and crashed ships.

  She snorted. “I’ve seen worse.” She had, but not by much. She shut down the holographic transmission and stroked the instrument panel. “I’m going to miss you, lady,” she said with sincere regret.

  The lights in her cabin dimmed just a few degrees.

  A slight smile curved Victoria’s lips. The Adamant would miss her too. Her ships always loved her. And she always loved them.

  A knock came at the door.

  Victoria sighed. This was it; this was good-bye. “Come,” she called out.

  The door opened and a white-uniformed yeoman snapped a sharp salute. “We’re ready for you, Senior Nav-Pilot Stark.” He stared at her austere black coat. “Nav-Pilot?”

  “Former senior nav-pilot. They relieved me of duty, remember?” Victoria smiled grimly. “I get to wear civilian togs.” She pulled on her supple black gloves. There was no way in hell she was going to walk onto that station in a burning white, screaming target of a uniform, especially on the wrong side of the Imperial border. She wasn’t suicidal.

  “I’ll be ready in a moment.” With sharp, efficient movements, Victoria buckled the sword-belt over her floor-length black coat. She was not about to walk onto a civilian station without a weapon. The unadorned black scabbard would draw little attention. Swords were not uncommon apparel, as energy weapons were strictly regulated. Swords might cut flesh, but they couldn’t punch holes though plating to release precious atmosphere.

  Although many civilians carried swords, Victoria’s saber, like the white breeches and matching frocked officer’s coat tucked safely in her personal cases, was a symbol of her officer’s status. The uniform and weapon were holdovers from a more romantic time when ships sailed the seas rather than the stars. Of course there had been updates. Instead of the archaic tempered steel of the original officer’s saber, the live steel of Victoria’s mimetic blade practically hummed with nanites. The sword would return to shape from a forty-five degree bend, would never lose its edge, and could withstand extremes in temperature, such as the absolute cold of space, without shattering. It would hold the perfect shape of its making for as long as it existed. Live-steel was said to be born, not made.

  The yeoman’s jaw tightened. “Are they going to court-martial you?”

  Victoria shook her head. “No, just reassign me to another battleship.” She smiled. “Trust me, they do not want me on the stand. My report would be quite embarrassing.” She strode out into the hall. She knew exactly where she was going. No one knew this ship better than she.

  The yeoman followed at her heels. “Pardon my frankness, Nav-Pilot, but they gave you a shitty deal. You saved the damned ship.”

  Victoria’s hands clenched at her sides. “Somehow, I strongly suspect that the executive officer didn’t want the ship saved.”

  The yeoman scowled. “Why don’t I find that surprising?”

  “Perhaps because you are an astute young man?” Victoria raised an eyebrow at the crewman. “As it is, if Admiral Moraine had not appeared when he did to drive off those marauders, we would have all been lost.”

  The crewman frowned. “You would have found a way to keep us in one piece, even without Admiral Moraine’s fleet.”

  Victoria shook her head. She said reluctantly, “I doubt that. The mercenary commander was very, very good.”

  The yeoman snorted. “Which one? There were two marauder bands.”

  Victoria snorted. “The second. If the first hadn’t started squabbling with the second, we’d all be in chains.”

  The yeoman looked up. “Then it’s true? The second commander asked for our surrender?”

  Victoria nodded. “Not that I was about to.”

  The yeoman chuckled. “I bet you surprised the hell out of him when you opened fire on his flanking ship.”

  Victoria smiled grimly. “If Moraine hadn’t spooked him, and he had moved just a little faster, he would have taken us anyway. He was that good, and I was running out of options fast.”