All three stories in T.A. Creech's best-selling M/M sci-fi romance series, Expedition 63, together in one box set!
When contact is lost with Mission Control, Commander John Dennington isn't overly concerned. Such hiccups in communication are common. The first inkling of the larger problem occurs when he sees the very shape of the world change before his eyes.
Contains the stories:
Book 1: Dusk: John must ease his crew into a new mission and keep the Station together by any means necessary. The crew jeopardizes their chances by fighting his orders, but Jason Weiss, his mission specialist and the light of his life, makes John's situation more bearable. The smallest malfunction to Station or crew would spell the end for six astronauts trapped high above a ruined Earth. It's their mission to carry on. Random chance of the universe hasn't operated in their favor so far, but John is determined to see them all safely home.
Book 2: Dark: As the stranded inhabitants of the Space Station mark the opening of their second year since the world ended, Saito Naotatsu is determined to shake off some part of the grief infecting their temporary home. Maybe find a little happiness, too, with his best friend and communications specialist, Turlach Quinn. The situation explodes when Turlach finds his attraction to Saito confusing and relentless. At every turn, it seems Saito is there to break his control. With the Station falling apart around their ears and the crew breathing down his neck, Turlach finally has enough. Problems keep piling up. The crew is weary and waiting. Earth is a dark shadow of what it once was. Will they ever get home? Is there even anything left to go home to?
Book 3: Dawn: Yakecen Sinohui can see the end in sight for the stranded crew of the Station. Each breath is a countdown until they're able to return to Earth, until the poison clouds have cleared enough to leave. Though it's a bad idea, Yakecen is drawn into the orbit of their resident biologist, Eli, someone who has kept Yakecen's head in the game with his sunny presence. The universe, however, has one last middle finger to give the weary crew. Eli Palamo doesn't object to Yakecen's covert attention. He's pined for his friend from the first moment they met, and isolation has strengthened their bond as the hardships forced them lean on each other completely. Yakecen is all he's ever wanted. Nothing will be enough to tear them apart, if Eli has anything to say about it, not even Yakecen's own demons. Definitely not the end of their disastrous mission and their fight for survival.
FROM "Book 1: Dusk"
Yakecen muttered. "I need to get these readings back down. They called for a double check three hours ago and I'm behind schedule with it as it is."
"Nobody's going to be angry if you literally can't get a hold of them," John tried to placate him. The wrinkled nose on his cool bronze face didn't reassure him that Yakecen would let it go, but he had to try. His prickly friend was going to blow a gasket one day and John hated the thought.
Yakecen confirmed his fear with a shake of his head, simple crow black braid swishing against the interior panels like an agitated cat's tail. "I don't want to get dressed down again. The last time, the asshole on the other end of the line said she'd put a reprimand in my file if I couldn't stay on schedule."
That was news to him. "Who told you this?"
"Some drone in Control. I don't remember," he told John, the discomfort in his whole body clear as day. Yakecen wasn't a people person on his good days and when someone had a problem with his work, it just made him dig his heels in.
John sighed and ran his index finger down the bridge of his nose. It didn't help the headache that brewed right behind his eyes. "I'll get it straightened out. People can't expect everything to go perfectly all the time and they shouldn't take it out on you."
"Thanks, John." Yakecen meant it, John saw it in the earnest way he thanked him. John was happy to be the buffer for his crew, especially for Yakecen, but fuck, he hoped someone would take up the duty once they back on the ground. John had plans and he couldn't do that job full time.
John nodded and started to back out of the capsule. "So, yeah, comms are down. Just sit tight, okay?"
"Sure thing." Yakecen ducked out of sight between the seats. "And tell whoever has the camera to knock off with the flash. It's so bright, going off in here, that it almost gave me a headache."
John paused. A camera flash wasn't anywhere near that strong and the interior wasn't that dark. And someone would've made a lot of racket getting past the garbage container over his head. "You see who it was?"
"No," was the muffled answer, but his crewmember popped up again and gave John a strange look. "I didn't see anyone when I checked. Although, how any of our guys avoided me seeing them, I'll never know. Saito even has a problem getting in here."
Saito was the smallest of them all, barely five feet in his socks.
"Huh." That was peculiar. "You know, Turlach was saying the same thing. Maybe Saito knows something about it. He's been in Destiny for a few hours now."
"It was annoying as fuck." Yakecen popped back out of his spot and pointed a finger at John. He hated that finger, because Yakecen always managed to have a disapproving look that matched John's mother's so perfectly, he thought they were clones for a second. "I don't have a problem with the candid shots, but not while I'm working in here. It's too dark for it."
"Understood," John promised.