Ava is close to death. She lies unconscious in the med bay while McClane fights for her life. The resistance will do anything to kill her. With spies in the Coalition, Captain McClane must make a drastic decision to save her life. Because if she dies, the Coalition will die with her. … The Lost Star follows a shackled superweapon and a judgmental lieutenant thrown deep into an enemy empire. If you crave space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab The Lost Star Episode Two today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series. The Lost Star is the 4th Galactic Coalition Academy series. A sprawling, epic, and exciting sci-fi world where cadets become heroes and hearts are always won, each series can be read separately, so plunge in today.

The complete The Lost Star series. Follow Ava and Hunter through a plot millennia in the making in this four-episode boxset. Some are born into responsibility. Some seek it out. And some turn from it. Ava is an Avixan priestess, a powerful being with a powerful destiny to keep her people on the true and righteous path. A destiny she despises. To flee it, she joins the Coalition Academy. But her past catches up. When she joins the newest ship in the fleet, someone tries to kill her. She’s soon thrust into a secret war – one that spans the entire Milky Way. Yet she is not alone. The unpredictable Hunter McClane is by her side. Together they must find out what’s at stake before it’s too late. … The Lost Star follows a shackled superweapon and a judgmental lieutenant thrown deep into an enemy empire. If you crave space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab The Lost Star: The Complete Series today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell boxset. The Lost Star is the 4th Galactic Coalition Academy series. A sprawling, epic, and exciting sci-fi world where cadets become heroes and hearts are always won, each series can be read separately, so plunge in today.

Ariel can’t back down now. She must train and learn how to use her incredible skills for good. There’s a problem – not everyone intends to use her to bring peace. As a plot unravels with her in the center, she’ll have to dig deep and use her last gram of power to stop it, or the galaxy will fall. Only one man can help her, but she must keep him safe first. …. Lucky Star follows a cryogenic accident and a heartthrob soldier battling against an ancient Atlantean plot to take over the modern galaxy. If you love your space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab Lucky Star Episode Two today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series.

The end is here. Ava is trapped, and Hunter’s on the edge of death. If they can’t find each other and stop Zor, he’ll tear a hole right through the Milky Way. With everything in the balance, they must battle until the end. … The Lost Star follows a shackled superweapon and a judgmental lieutenant thrown deep into an enemy empire. If you crave space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab The Lost Star Episode Four today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series. The Lost Star is the 4th Galactic Coalition Academy series. A sprawling, epic, and exciting sci-fi world where cadets become heroes and hearts are always won, each series can be read separately, so plunge in today.

Some are born into responsibility. Some seek it out. And some turn from it. Ava is an Avixan priestess, a powerful being with a powerful destiny to keep her people on the true and righteous path. A destiny she despises. To flee it, she joins the Coalition Academy. But her past catches up. When she joins the newest ship in the fleet, someone tries to kill her. She’s soon thrust into a secret war – one that spans the entire Milky Way. Yet she is not alone. The unpredictable Hunter McClane is by her side. Together they must find out what’s at stake before it’s too late. … The Lost Star follows a shackled superweapon and a judgmental lieutenant thrown deep into an enemy empire. If you crave space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab The Lost Star Episode One today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series. The Lost Star is the 4th Galactic Coalition Academy series. A sprawling, epic, and exciting sci-fi world where cadets become heroes and hearts are always won, each series can be read separately, so plunge in today.

He couldn't have predicted this, couldn't have guessed he’d come this far only to fail. Hunter is sold in the slave markets of Arazia while Ava’s kidnapped by the Prince. Half way across the galaxy, Captain McClane struggles to unravel the Avixan mystery. A secret so devastating, it could destroy the Milky Way. … The Lost Star follows a shackled superweapon and a judgmental lieutenant thrown deep into an enemy empire. If you crave space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab The Lost Star Episode Three today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series. The Lost Star is the 4th Galactic Coalition Academy series. A sprawling, epic, and exciting sci-fi world where cadets become heroes and hearts are always won, each series can be read separately, so plunge in today.

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse … How did it all begin? Well, that depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the Lost Country. From “The Dreaming City”: It was at once garish and sublime, hipster and gauche, a burnt-orange relic of a bygone era with a tip of the hat to Frank Lloyd Wright and a debt to Googie architecture—a thing as righteous as it was ridiculous, which sat amongst its desert like an outsider, an intruder, as out of place as the transplanted palms and piped-in water, as artificial as L.A. itself. “They weren’t kidding when they called it the Lost Aztec Temple of Mars,” I said, as Rusty fidgeted and nickered, and shook flies from his ears. “But what’s with all the high fencing and concertina wire—only to leave the entire front-perimeter open? There’s just a hedgerow. No fence at all.” Nigel sat up in his saddle and looked on, the sweat beading along his forehead. “Be damned if I know; it wasn’t like that before.” He looked around the area—skittishly, I thought. “Maybe he had it removed when they took out the road. He was like that, you know. All about the visual.” He pointed at the house itself. “Wouldn’t have been a problem, though, even if it were there—there’s a man door in the fence just beyond that breezeway.” I held out my arm as everyone started to move. “I—hold up. I—ah, I don’t like this.” I scanned the overgrown yard and the cosmetically-placed boulders (some of which were the size of moving vans); looking for traps, looking for threats. “It doesn’t feel right.” Lazaro got off his horse and approached the hedgerow—then turned to face us, splaying his arms. “What? You heard Jamaica; dude was all about the visual. Probably figured there was no need—once the road was taken out. For a front fence, I mean.” He let his arms slap to his sides. “Now are we going to go check it out, or what? Or are you all just going to sit there all day?” And there was a growling noise, a deep-throated snarl, which sounded from behind one of the rocks even as a shadow fell across the knee-high grass—at which a great cat padded out which was easily the size of a pickup, and hissed at us: its huge pallet showing pink and pale, its black lips stretching, its whiskers and curved fangs—which were like tusks—gleaming in the sun. “Lazaro, don’t!” But it was too late; he’d already drawn his pistol and squeezed off a few rounds—which went pop, pop, pop in the late afternoon sun and echoed along the hills; which reverberated across the valley like the sound of a car backfiring …