Lone Huntress Series

Hunting down pirates and slaughtering them for fun and profit might provide plenty of satisfaction, but not much profit. Like most bounty hunters, Lisa finds it best to supplement her income with other work, in her case by contracting out to clients looking to have targets tracked down in a discrete and professional manner. But after the capture and return of a telepathic gigolo at the behest of a jilted sugar mama, Lisa's skirting of the legalities of jurisdiction and personal rights draw the attention of the dreaded Federation Intelligence Agency, the first such agency in the history of humanity to ensure the continued security of all via the safeguarding of liberty, rather than its violation. Gunther Von Richtoven, the fearsome Chief of the FIA, takes a fiendish delight in summoning the antisocial bounty hunter to old Earth itself, for… a job interview over dinner. Offering her a challenge unlike anything she's ever faced before, against the single greatest and most horrific threat that humanity has ever known.   Book Two follows; LEARNING EXPERIENCES on sale now

Uncovering an alien conspiracy aimed at the most influential members of the Federation has certainly done Lisa's career a world of good! Her reputation as a bounty hunter willing to track down and discretely retrieve whatever the client might desire has begun to soar, to the point that planetary leaders have begun to seek out the services of the brutish amazon. Whether it's the geniocratic splendor of New Athens, or the transhumanist exotica of Furcadia, Lisa has a plethora of new people to encounter, feel incredibly awkward around, and struggle to socialize with. Including more than a few who find her far more attractive than she ever found herself. But every world faces its own unique challenges, be they inhuman (and inhumane) masters of the art of negging and radicalization, covert and amoral entrepreneurs, or xenoarthropods dropping in to make a buffet of the locals. It looks like the reward for a task well done is an even harder task, and Lisa's going to have to learn on the job.

Born to a hunter-gatherer society living in the massive trees of an alien forest, Lisa was abducted by the sadistic pirates who slaughtered her tribe. Rescued by a gruff bear of a bounty hunter, Lisa learned the trade as her adoptive father's apprentice and devoted her life to hunting those who would hurt others. But it's a lonely life for a traumatized woman, and inside the powered armor is an emotionally damaged introvert who fears large crowds and hates the very appearance of the amazonian amputee with the prosthetic limb and the biochemical alterations that she sees in the mirror. Throwing herself into her work, Lisa establishes a reputation for herself for competence and professionalism that opens the doors to greater opportunities. But seizing those opportunities means facing not only her crippling anti-social awkwardness and self-doubts, but also the ancient enemies of humanity itself. Enemies who live in the shadows and in secrecy, manipulating attitudes and preying on psychological vulnerabilities. What happens when a bounty hunter hiding a fragile psyche under her armored shell confronts telepathic aliens who specialize in picking at open wounds and emotional scars? A lot of dead aliens... 

Bugs. Bugs can be a problem. Sometimes they're tiny, small things that burrow where you don't want them to. Sometimes they're grotesquely gargantuan xenoarthopods that evolved in a gas cloud tens of millions of years ago, that come crashing through atmospheres to become invasive species. Sometimes they're humanoid abominations coordinating under the totalitarian control of a collective intelligence with the mentality of a creepy and petty stalker. Sometimes they're mechanical drones operated by criminals with malicious intentions. Bugs can be a problem. Problems require solutions. For help with solving all your problems with bugs of every shape and size, contact your personal problem solver, Lisa Huntress. Recognized by the FIA for her work in exposing Fey operations. Discretion is our watchword, and results are assured. To see some of the many sterling reviews left by satisfied clients, click here.   Appa was screaming. "What's going on?" Vic demanded, sounding even more terrified than Vionne felt. "Report? Appa? Chang? Jenette! Report!" Appa continued to scream, passionate but hardly articulate. "Jenette?" Vic repeated, and he was beginning to sound near to hysterics. "Chang!? Answer me!" "Jenette's dead!" Chang howled, barely audible over Appa's shrieking. "Something… something ripped her…" Appa finally ceased his howlings, now reduced to panting for breath as he sobbed and whined with each gasp. Chang repeated himself. "Something ripped her in half," he wailed in horror. "It… it's everywhere. Mā de, I can see her… her…" He sounded as if he were holding back vomit. Vionne felt the ice run down her spine. Chang was sobbing and gulping. Appa was whimpering. Finally, Peng spoke up. "Can you tell which way she went?" he asked. Vionne had wondered what Vic would look like if he ever stopped smiling. Now she finally knew. His vestigial rictus had finally collapsed entirely, as he screamed in shrill hysterics. "She's still in there, you idiots!"