Saturday, December 21, 2013

Hope's Folly by Linnea Sinclair

The Alliance has a new ship - Hope's Folly. Hope was the captain/owner's daughter who was murdered by the Fleet.  The captain could not bear to use the ship anymore.  Folly was her cat.  The Alliance could have the ship if they also took the cat that lived on the ship.
Admiral Philip Guthrie is trying to get to Hope's Folly.  He is almost ambushed at the port where he commandeers a shuttle.  He meets some of the crew including a really hot woman, Rya, who happens to be the daughter of his dead mentor. Can Philip get Hope's Folly to it's destination safely? Will Rya become important to Philip and vice versa?

This is a sci-fi book with a bit of romance added. Good story, plenty of action.

Summary from the author's site:
It's an impossible mission on a derelict ship called HOPE'S FOLLY. A man who feels he can't love. A woman who believes she's unlovable. And an enemy who will stop at nothing to crush them both.
Admiral Philip Guthrie is in an unprecedented position: on the wrong end of the law, leading a rag-tag band of rebels against the oppressive Imperial forces. Or would be, if he can reach his command ship—the intriguingly named Hope’s Folly—alive. Not much can rattle Philip’s legendary cool—but the woman who helps him foil an assassination attempt on Kirro Station will. She’s the daughter of his best friend and first commander—a man who died while under Philip’s command, and whose death is on Philip’s conscience.
Rya Bennton has been in love with Philip Guthrie since she was a girl. But can her childhood fantasies survive an encounter with the hardened man, and newly-minted rebel leader, who it seems has just become her new commanding officer? And will she still be willing follow him through the jaw of hell once she learns the truth about her father’s death?

Excerpt:
Hope's Folly
The passenger docks on Kirro Station were cavernous, dimly lit and bitingly cold. It took forty-five minutes for the Starford Spacelines’ transport ship to regurgitate Rya’s duffel out of its cargo holds, along with the rest of the passengers’ baggage. By that point, Rya had already turned up the collar on her leather jacket and tucked her hands under her armpits, releasing them only to make a grab for her duffel on the shuddering, rumbling baggage belt.Then she knelt, fished her dark blue Special Protection Service beret out of the side pocket, and removed the rank and service pins. She pulled the beret over her perpetually unruly hair. Some people might look twice if they knew what the beret symbolized. This was, after all, a recently declared Alliance station. Imperial Fleet in all its flavors, including Imperial Security, was not welcome.
But the overheads were weak and those milling about the baggage collection area of the passenger terminal appeared as bleary-eyed as she was. The beret could be mistaken for black. The service pins were deep in her pocket. And her scalp was goddamned frostbitten. She was going to wear her beret, for what little did it good.
It was better than nothing.
The two day flight from Calth starport had been dismal, with crying infants, hacking old men and one painfully thin woman who snored like a half-ton freightloader grinding gears.
Kirro Station was equally dismal. Umoran had been hit hard with financial failures after the grove cankers and lack of support from what was once the empire. Exports were down. Imports were priced like luxuries. More than half the food kiosks in the passenger terminal were abandoned. Those still open offered few selections at ridiculous prices.
She overpaid for a half mug of sweet tea and, clutching it between chilled hands as the duffel’s strap dug a furrow into her shoulder, headed down the long corridor to find the waiting room for the shuttle to Seth.

Read more here.

Pages: 424
Published: 2009

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