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Rescue at Waverly is my first published novel, released to in e-book format on January 1, 2018. It’s the first story in a planned arc of six novels, introducing you to mercenary leader Thaddeus Marcell and his Organization, their place in the galaxy, and his quest to return to Earth.

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Rescue at Waverly: Book 1 of the Thaddeus Marcell Chronicles


As his intelligence chief left the hangar, Thaddeus reactivated the computer in the table’s surface and skimmed through the reports downloaded from the transport’s computers, hoping it would be boring enough to finally help him sleep. He picked a folder at random and started scrolling through some of the travel schedules for the Waverly Depot, a space station and refueling center located just outside the Waverly system, about 350 light-years from Headquarters.

As he reviewed a few records, he found himself looking at the manifest of a starship called the Cassandra. It was a converted cruiser which spent most of its time hauling freight of questionable content. According to the manifest Cooper had acquired from Waverly Depot’s confidential files, it had quite a haul of slaves and was on its way to the Depot for a refueling stop.

As he skimmed through the manifest he remembered his own slave days, now many years in the past. At least Thad had been skilled (and lucky) enough to find his way to freedom…

He thought he saw something familiar and stopped to go back a few entries in the list. He frowned and felt his whole body tense up. His jaw dropped agape at what he saw, and he tapped the entry to bring it from the table’s surface into a larger projection above it.

A name and a face hovered above the table, seemingly staring back at him. A name and a face listed as cargo. A name and a face he recognized…from home.

His stomach knotted up, and he felt like he’d just been kicked squarely in the chest. His blood chilled, as if someone had pumped a liter of liquid helium from Cooper’s stolen ship straight into his veins…