The Gap Year Angela’s Epistles Book 1 by Rita Kruger Genre: SciFi Action, LGBT Romance
Angela Wright might have everything her father’s money can buy, but that meant nothing to her on the night of her twenty-eight birthday. She is angry and a little bit drunk as she flees the scene of a fight with her mother. All her life she has done the right thing. But she is tired of living under her mother’s shadow. How can she ever compete with Margaret Wright, the first Human judge on the Intergalactic High Court? Within the space of a few days, Angela drops out in the last semester at Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation Academy, signs a bounty hunting contract to find the top ten criminals in the galaxy, and kisses Brenda, her best friend since childhood. She might be late, but at last she is blooming. **only .99 cents!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read
Rita Kruger lives in Vereeniging, South Africa. She is wife, granddaughter, daughter, mother, and grandmother. Most of childhood happened within the pages of books. Stories conspired to carry her away from the world she knew. The places and people books introduced her to were much more exciting than her boring existence. Currently married to her personal MacGyver, she surrounds herself with what enriches her body, mind and soul. Family. Friends. Nature. Great food. Good wine. Mountains of books. She writes novels challenging major themes of her life in the genres of fantasy and gothic horror, which she loves. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Goodreads
“Prof. Linden!” Angela exclaimed, reaching out to shake his hand. “I didn’t realize
you were here too.”
“That’s because the red head over there basically hi-jacked me,” he slightly tilted his
head to the left, and Angela scanned the room slowly to see who he was talking about.
The red head was in fact her next door neighbour, Mrs. Jingleheimer-Smith, a cougar
by profession. Angela almost burst out laughing at the idea of the two of them together.
“And,” she asked. “Is this part of your escape strategy?”
“Hell no,” he said with a giggle, “this is me coming up for air. She is sizzling hot.
Any man trying to escape her is a fool.”
“You are older than her usual… friends,” Angela said.
“She tells me I move like an ally cat,” he said with a frown and another giggle.
“Whatever that means.”
“It means loose and limber,” Angela teased. “Like a dancer, or an ally cat.”
“I still hit the gym every day.”
“I wonder what she has planned for you,” Angela said with a wink.
“I hope it’s hot and saucy,” he whispered, leaning closer.
“You know she doesn’t come with strings,” Angela said. “No hope of tying her down
anywhere.”
“Goodness yes,” he told her. “I’m in need of some fun without attachments.”
“Well then,” she said with a wink, “get ready because your party in a box is on her
way over here.”
“Darrrrrling,” Mrs Jingleheimer-Smit said with her heavy Russian accent. “This is
such a dearrrr parrrty.”
“It is so nice of you to come,” Angela said.
“Well, I’m glad I did, or I might have missed this,” and she hooked her arm through a
beaming Prof. Linden’s, “ally cat waiting to be picked up.”
Angela reached over, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then excused herself
from the sight of Prof. Linden’s red blushing face. They made an odd couple, but then, both
are looking for only fun.
Picking up a beer, she made her way to a quiet corner to rest. The partygoers were
either dancing, or munching on snacks that Sarah and Bren just carried out of the kitchen.
Her mother’s absence was the only spoiler to the event. Bren had gone out of her way
to invite people, some whom Angela had not seen in years. Others, like Mrs. Jingleheimer-
Smit and the staff from the academy, which she would never have invited herself. The room
was filled with old and young, highly educated and barely able to read. Yet they all danced,
ate, drank, laughed and chatted as if they had known each other for years. This is the kind of
party her mother would never try, and neither would she. But Bren pulled it together, and
here it was, working like a charm.
Except for Margaret. “Guess she was serious about disowning me,” Angela
whispered.
A sadness tugged at her heart, and for a few long moments she felt truly alone in the
world. But then the music changed, the people all cheered, and she watched them all scurry
off to find a place on the dance floor. Under great jubilation the gyrated hips and hopped in
one place.
It was as she watched them that she knew she’d be just fine. Even without family. All
these people came to send her off into a new adventure. She never even thought that so many
people would come. But they did.
Not for Margaret, but for her.
So she finished the beer, and joined the thong of people on the floor. Things will be
fine. She was surrounded by people who cared for her. Thomas and Sarah and Bren.
Especially Bren.
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