Wild Nines

For Davin and his veteran mercenary crew, running security on Europa should’ve been easy, and was, until a deadly mistake makes the Wild Nines the number one enemy in the solar system.

With his ragtag crew, Davin has to find out what happened and why, all the while outrunning merciless authorities and powerful people that would like it very much if the Wild Nines just dropped dead.

But Davin has a habit of disappointing people who wish him harm, and he’s not going to stop until he clears his crew’s name, and makes sure the ones who crossed his crew wish they never had.

Wild Nines is the first novel in The Wild Nines series, a fast-paced, action-driven space opera set in a corporate-controlled solar system where laws are profit-driven, and survival often depends on how fast you are on the draw. 

If you’re looking for a gripping, sci-fi adventure, you’ve found it: pick up Wild Nines today and enjoy the ride!

Publisher: Black Key Books

“Mister Masters,” the shape said, its voice a meandering whisper. “You and your band have been charged with a crime. A grievous one.”

Davin heard Mox tearing open Cadge’s bag, the little man coughing up a storm as he breathed in fresh air.

“Never thought of us as a band. More like a company. A squad,” Davin replied, taking a step towards the man. Putting distance between himself and Trina, Merc.

“Murder, Mister Masters,” the person continued, still leaning against the corridor wall. “The given punishment by the Free Laws is death.”

“The Free Laws?” Davin laughed. “Those are a bunch of crap.”

A product of the corporations to govern outer space. No government, no votes by any populace. Just a bunch of people in a board room deciding how they wanted to punish peons they didn’t like.


“Androids do not judge,” the person said. “We are merely an instrument of justice.”

The androids, impartial enforcers of Free Law punishment, provided a company would pay for one. That Eden coughed up the coin wasn’t exactly surprising. That Davin’s hands were sweating, his heart pounding, that wasn’t surprising either. Androids, he could do without.

“Guess I’ll take you as a compliment. Didn’t know we were worth that much,” Davin said, then, to Mox and Cadge. “Get going. I’ll distract him till you get by.”

The android didn’t reply, turned to face Davin straight on. Mox and Cadge, the former carrying Merc and the latter holding Trina, edged away.

“You got this captain?” Cadge said. “Guy looks a little messy.”

“Just go for the ship when it comes at me,” Davin said. “I don’t want to worry about you.”

The android broke into a run right at Davin. Its coat billowed out behind, and as the android ran, its arms pumped forward and a pair of nasty looking knives appeared in its palms. Up close and personal, then. The kind of fight Davin wanted. The captain raised Melody and, backpedaling back to the boulevard, pulled the trigger.

Melody’s six green bolts converged on the android, who, just before the shots struck home, jumped off of the corridor floor, pushed off of the side wall, and flipped over the bolts. The android hit the ground running. A helluva move. Only meters between the two of them.

In his peripheral, Davin saw Mox and Cadge make a break down the corridor with their precious cargo. Davin had to last long enough for them to get away.

The android passed the bay doors, went out into the boulevard lights. The android’s face had a rigid exactitude to it. A perfection to the skin, the bones. Lacking life's nicks and scratches. A man’s face, but not a man. And it was about to kill him.