Star Raider

By Vaughn Heppner

2016

First Published

4.27

Average Rating

427

Number of Pages

12H58M

Audio Length

His name was Lord Acton. He was from Earth, and he was rich, arrogant and superlatively brilliant. He had two Lithian bodyguards—giant blue-skinned savages—and he needed a spaceship with a captain willing to go to the galactic rim. Centurion Tanner was about as down on his luck as a man could be. The space station’s tax police had impounded his ship. His navigator had Rigellian Fever, running up exorbitant medical costs, and bounty hunters working for Coalition Intelligence were waiting to take him. Tanner agreed to Lord Acton’s terms. What other choice did he have? But that’s when things really turned nasty, beginning with a missile attack a billion kilometers before they could enter hyperspace. Tanner wanted out once he learned that he and his crew had been hired to help stop an interstellar plot of genocidal magnitude. By then it was too late. He hated Acton but reluctantly admired the man’s gall. Now, Tanner would have to use everything he’d ever learned to save himself, his crew and ship and possibly the rest of the human race. STAR RAIDER is a 400+ page action-packed Military SF novel by bestselling author Vaughn Heppner.

Avg Rating

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Number of Ratings

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Author

Vaughn Heppner

Author · 83 books

You can visit Vaughn at www.vaughnheppner.com I was born in Canada and remember as a small boy crawling in my snow-fort. I closed my eyes, and when I tried to open them, they were frozen shut. I didn't panic, but wiped away the ice crystals, unglued my eyes and kept on building my tunnel. Those were great days! I moved to Central California before seventh grade and couldn't believe I lived in a land where oranges grew on trees and you could pick grapes from the vine. I used to wonder what I wanted to do with my life, what kind of work specifically. I was miserable not knowing and bordering on desperate. Then one day a friend gave me his typewriter. I began working on a novel. A different person told me it was much easier on a computer, so I bought one and began getting up at 4:30 A.M. each morning before work, writing for three hours. My eyes were unglued once again as the pang of misery left my gut. I knew exactly what I wanted to do: write. So now that's what I do, I write, and write, and write, and I love it.