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Let’s Be Buddies A Jefferson Ball Adventure Book 2 by David Perlmutter Genre: YA SciFi Fantasy

Major Hamilton Pomeranian, once a highly decorated Star Soldier, has been discharged for a recently gained injury. Now forced into a non-military life, she is uncertain about what to do until reconnecting with Jefferson Ball, an old army buddy, and agreeing to assist her at her “job”- not realizing exactly what that will involve until it is too late… An exciting story from the author of “Nothing About Us Without Us”. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

The Singular Adventures of Jefferson Ball A Jefferson Ball Adventure Book 1

There never was a heroine like Jefferson Ball. And, thankfully, there may never be. She is, simply, the most powerful humanized female dog in a universe full of them. Faster, stronger, more attractive to boys. Unbeatable as a lover. Unfortunately, her brains are not up to this quality, but don’t tell her that. About the only one who can is Major Hamilton Pomeranian, the diminutive ex-soldier who is Jeff’s best friend and conscience. When she gets too big for her limited clothing, Hamilton tells her what for. And it’s usually only after that point that they are able to escape from whatever convoluted situation they find themselves in. This potential collection will have readers both laughing and awestruck at the events that happen. And, hopefully, you will be one of them. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

David Perlmutter is a freelance writer based in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. He is the author of America Toons In: A History of Television Animation (McFarland and Co.), The Singular Adventures Of Jefferson Ball (Amazon Kindle), The Pups (Booklocker.com), Certain Private Conversations and Other Stories (Aurora Publishing), Honey and Salt (Scarlet Leaf Publishing), The Encyclopedia of American Animated Cartoon Series (Rowman and Littlefield, forthcoming) and Orthicon; or, the History of a Bad Idea (Linkville Press, forthcoming). Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Her monologue was interrupted when another “boy” crossed her path. This was not a soldier, however,
but a common criminal. Of the desperate nature that the majority of criminals were even in that futuristic
time, though he took great pains to disguise it with the most aggressive of manners.
He indicated his social status most clearly when he stepped right in Hamilton’s path, whipped out a long
knife, and directed it in the vicinity of her stomach. He was a figure much bigger than her, but she was
used to that by now. So used to it, in fact, that she barely batted an eyelid when he jumped in front of
her. She knew perfectly well how to deal with ruffians, from plenty of past experience, and she hoped
that she could draw on the same well of experience to deal with him the same way.
“Well?” he prompted, in a typical, guttural criminal fashion.
It was an old routine for him, and he thought he’d get the proper answer for it. She, however, was
unfamiliar with the demand, at least the way they did on Earth, due to her extended absence. She looked
at him with bemusement, like someone willing to let somebody else act out a well-worn comedy routine
that had lost much of its charm through repeated, dry and mechanical repetition.
Until she shocked him by delivering the punchline much better than he ever could.
“Well, what?” she answered, putting her burden down on the ground. “Explain yourself, please.”
“I think you know.”
“I think I don’t.”
He was nonplussed. Not used to having extended conversations with his victims, by any means, he tried another
tactic.
“You’re not from here?” he asked.
“Well, I was born here, and grew up here, if that’s what you mean.” she said, without breaking a sweat. “I’ve been
off-planet for a while. Work and all that. But I can tell, exactly, what it is you want. They make your kind all over
the galaxy.”
“So you’re a Star Soldier, huh?”
“Yeah. Just got out. How’d you guess?”
“They come down this way, often. The space station’s not too far from here. They end up coming down this way
when they’re in town.”
Remaking his original point, he put his knife perpendicular to her navel once again.
“And they’re the only kind of people in this here neighborhood that would have a remote chance of
having anything valuable. On their bodies, in their wallets, or anywhere else they might want to try to
hide whatever it is they got on them. Is that clear enough for you to understand?”
“Certainly. But, as you said, I’m a Star Soldier. So I know exactly how to deal with you.”
“How?”
“Like this.”
She reached into her pocket for her gun, the formidably locked and loaded weapon assigned to each
Star Soldier on and off duty in cases like this. When other Soldiers- or, more likely, civilians, when they
got drunk and thought they could get “lucky” owing to the “easy” reputation many Soldiers had- made life
more difficult than it needed to be for them. The threat of being shot, with the expert marksmanship that
each Soldier was required to have, was enough to scare most ruffians off without the Soldier even being required to
fire the weapon at all. This was the effect Hamilton was hoping for: to drive the threat away. At least away from
her.
But it was not to be.
It was only after that rash action that she remembered that, as one of the conditions of her discharge, she was forced
to return her weapon to the quartermaster before she boarded the ship for her return voyage to Earth.
Therefore, she no longer had anything with which to defend herself!
Beneath her yellow fur, she turned pale. A fact not unnoticed by her potential assailant.
“Forgot something?” the robber asked. To which Hamilton could only nod in fear.
“Good,” he grinned. “That’ll make this a lot easier.”
She tried to evade him by moving fast, backwards, but he came closer to her with every step. Her doom
seemed ever-evident with each advance.