Corsairs: Straik
Ruby Dixon
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Contents
CORSAIRS: STRAIK
A Note for Sensitive Readers
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Want More Ruby Dixon?
CORSAIRS: STRAIK
What’s worse than finding a lost ship full of stolen humans? It’s finding out that your family is responsible. This is a wrong I have to somehow right, so I take off to find answers…and discover one of those kidnapped humans has stowed away on my ship.
She’s furious that I’ve deserted her friends. She’s determined to make me pay. Ruth swears vengeance and won’t be satisfied until she sees me destroyed.
It’s a battle of wills I’m determined to win.
Instead of breaking Ruth, I find that I’ll do just about anything to get her to kiss me again.
A Note for Sensitive Readers
Hello there!
In my ongoing quest to be more thoughtful, I’m working on providing content warnings for sensitive readers in my books. You don’t have to read this page, as it contains spoilers, but if you are a more sensitive reader, you might want to mentally ‘prepare’ for the road ahead. As always, if I’ve missed something you feel is upsetting, let me know and I’ll update this list. Please see below!
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— References to human slavery
— References to past abuse of heroine
— Toxic parents
— Some on-page violence
— Pregnancy (honestly if you’ve read my books before, this will be zero surprise to you, but I thought I’d include it anyhow)
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STRAIK
A water bath is the ultimate luxury in space. Potable water is always at a premium, and sitting and stewing in a bath until the water gets cold around me? Some might call it selfish. Up until a few days ago, that never bothered me. I come from the sa'Rin family. I am Straik sa'Rin, Fifth of the Name. My family has always been accustomed to fine things. To demanding privilege. To expecting more, simply because of who I am.
Up until a few days ago, I would have smirked at concerns. I would have deliberately wasted more water, perhaps, simply to show that I am not affected by such trivial concerns.
But that was before I learned the truth about my family. About sa'Rin credits. And now I'm questioning everything.
I lean back in the cold water, unwilling to get out just yet. The tub in my private quarters is enormous, as I'd requested when I had The Darkened Eye built. Just because I'm going into a life of piracy doesn't mean that I don't want to live in luxury, after all, and if I'm going to live on my ship, I want my comforts. My bed is twice the size of the quarters the a'ani crew is assigned. My clothing, while all black, is of the finest make, with black embroidery of my house symbol around the edges of every sleeve and collar. My weapons are top notch. My ship is of the highest caliber. My crew is well-trained and loyal.