One Shot

You only get one home, and when Davin sees his destroyed by someone he knows, he has to decide: do you join your enemy to stop your friend?

Returning to the solar system’s center, Davin’s crew, the Wild Nines, find worlds in turmoil as uprising against corporate control consume everything they know. The battle between corporation and citizen threatens to split the Wild Nines apart, and when the rebel’s ultimate plan becomes clear, Davin and his crew may be the only ones who can stop it.

Or make sure the plan succeeds, destroying the existing order and wiping away the civilization they know.

One Shot is the third novel in The Wild Nines series, a blistering space opera that brings colorful characters to epic battles with stakes large and small, as Davin’s mercenary crew must decide what their future holds.

A story that pulses from page one until the end, One Shot is an adventure you won’t want to miss. Pick it up today, and get sucked into another world!

Publisher: Black Key Books

Mox flew out from between some stacks to the right of the thief, exoskeleton boosting his speed. The thief didn’t even have a chance to react before the metal man was holding the thief up by his neck. Viola caught up just as Mox was tearing Viola’s comm from the thief’s hand.

“Why?” Mox asked the thief. Viola had to agree. Comms were cheap, and the thief appeared to have one. The data on one could be valuable, she guessed, if the person was someone more important than Viola.

The thief turned his head to look at her, his eyes red from lack of sleep, wrinkled and speckled brown hair going gray despite the man’s apparent youthful athleticism.

“Watch,” the thief said, the respirator turning his words into more of a rasp. His eyes flickered up from Viola’s, looked over her shoulder, back the way they’d come.


The rumble came first. Then the flash, reflecting off of Miner Prime’s inner walls. Then the sound and, with it, the blast of heat. Viola turned to see a series of smoke clouds rising from the center of Vagrant’s Hollow. Three, four, and now more were going off. Bombs scattered throughout the level. Above them, the ceiling seemed to tear, ripping a hole in the false sky as another bomb blew through Miner Prime’s maintenance tunnels between the levels. Blocks of carbon fiber, bottoms glittering with projection lenses and tops holding mangled nests of wires, fell.

Miner Prime was being destroyed, with them on it.