Mako's Bounty

By Diane Dooley

For nine long months, at the behest of the evil Ravenscorp, Mako Dolan has been hunting the space pirate they call The Saint. Now she’s finally lured her prey to a one night stand with a mysterious woman—herself. But Vin Sainte is not at all what she expected. Far from being a ruthless space pirate, his main occupation seems to be rescuing nuns, adopting orphans and praying like a champ.

For nine long months Vin Sainte has been fleeing the bounty hunter from one temporary refuge to the next. Now he’s got Mako exactly where he wants her: weak from gravity sickness and ripe for conversion. Problem is he didn’t expect a foul-mouthed, hard-as-nails bounty hunter to be such a devoted daughter. His head on a platter is Ravenscorp’s price for her mother’s freedom.

They have less than twenty four hours. One will win; one will lose. Mako might be a fearsome predator, but Vin has the Lord on his side. Who will win the bounty?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Mar 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781613332412

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Mako’s Bounty

A 1Night Stand Story

by

Diane Dooley

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2012 by Diane Dooley

ISBN: 978-1-61333-241-2

Cover art by Mina Carter

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~DEDICATION~

For Michael: Husband, best friend, goofball.

Chapter One

About freakin’ time! Mako Dolan cursed as Flight Control gave final clearance to bring her Zebra One Eighty into the bay at Lunar Station. Damn place was always so busy with ferries and amateur day trippers from Earth. She guided the craft in at a little over legal speed, performing a nifty maneuver to ensure she docked softly as a whisper.

The comlink blinked on. Two hundred credit fine for speeding.

Damned overzealous employees with nothing better to do. She needed her cred balance to be going up, not down. You’ve got to be freakin’ kidding me, Dockie.

Knocked off a hundred for the sweet maneuver. Take it or leave it.

Mako heaved in a deep breath to get her temper under control. Acknowledged, Dockmaster. She flicked switches until her beloved Zebra quieted then patted her armrest. It’s been a long haul, Zebbie, my sweet. Ya did good. Time to rest. She walked back to the empty hold and fondled the manacles and chains bolted to the bulkhead. Won’t be empty much longer. I’ll be back soon, Zebbie. With company. Hitching her backpack over one shoulder, she strode to the dockmaster’s office, kicking the door open with her grav boot.

The pimply youth behind the counter raised his hands in mock surrender. Not me who fined you, miss. Honest!

He wasn’t quite so young or scared that he failed to give her a quick up and down with his eyes. Noting his leer, she tossed her log on the counter. I don’t give a shit, sonny. Just get me processed as quick as you can. I gotta be somewhere else soon.

The youth shuffled through her log book. Makiko Dolan. Bounty Hunter. Everything seems in order. He removed her lectrocard and ran it through a scanner. Approved.

She snorted. Well, of course I’m approved.

Who are you chasing?

Nosy little shit. No one. I’m on vacation. She placed her palm on the scanner. Dock fees, refueling, miscellaneous charges from my business account. Noticing the red-faced young man ogling her, she bent over