Power Rankings

About the Document

In search of a renewed sense of pride, Bridget reconnected with her rugby team. They were her steadfast female companions in the world of powerful Nyxazon women. But, news of Bridget’s kidnapping formed rifts within her Nyxazon Rugby Team. One group demanded action and the others desired restraint.

Caught in the middle, Bridget fought to keep the peace within her sisterhood. But fate had different plans. A summons from a priestess of the revered Nyxazon council pulled her from one fight into another.

Will this meeting with the priestess help Bridget find a new source of strength, or deepen the rifts between her Nyxazon sistren?

Excerpt:

“Sorry, I can’t help you with your protein needs.” The Lightspeed Rail steward frowned at the large passenger wearing a baggy hoodie, cap and tight jeans.

“How do you know I eat a lot?” asked the passenger.

“There’s no use trying to hide that gym rat look. I know you have to eat a lot.”

“So?”

The steward folded his arms. “That part is obvious sir, I’ve been working here for over eight years now and seen thousands of people.”

“So is that your ability?”

“More like a skill.”

“Anything else you know about me?”

“Ummm, athlete, reclusive except when you have to be, and pretty picky.”

The passenger leaned back and the chair shuddered under the weight. The steward cringed. “And pretty heavy, careful there.”

“I’m getting comfortable, don’t worry about me.”

“I’ve seen hardcore gym people train too hard and injure themselves. If I were you, I’d tone it down a bit.”

The passenger made an annoyed sigh, turned to the steward and lifted the cap.

The steward met the eyes of Lt. Commander Bridget Ebony. She was the head trainer of the Green Ventures Unlimited Security Department. Away from work, she played Full-Back on the Nyxazon Knights Pro Rugby Team. In her current form, she was six-foot-two and 656 tons of Nyxazon pride with short curly hair that rose up, green eyes, and full lips. With her anti-gravity belt on, she was only 656 pounds, but no less dangerous.

The steward’s eyes trailed up to her hair, shifted to her massive shoulders, then down to her chest where his eyes bulged.

“Uhm..... sorry sir-- ma’am, I didn’t realize,” he stammered.

“Your heart is going fast, your breath is weird, I can see every pore on your face sweating”. Bridget leaned forward and the steward’s eyes followed down. “And my eyes are up here.”