Hollywood days. Vigilante nights.To the world, she's a star. To the league of heroes who raised her? She's a liability. Mary's got a penchant for gadgets, a resume packed with criminal-busting credentials, and a reckless streak that tends to land her in trouble. So when a potential recruit blazes a trail through a local bar—literally—Mary blows off league protocol and whisks the girl off to HQ. But Mary's heat-of-the-moment rebellion endangers her family when the recruit's father shows up; more blowtorch than human, he's got a vendetta against the league and powerful investors to back him up. Instead of letting Mary help, the league banishes her to a stint of camera-courting under the guise of her celebrity secret identity. But Mary's got no intention of benching her grapple hooks; she chases her own leads through a web of secrets that threatens to unravel her history with...

Lesson #1 in intergalactic mixology: VIPs take it floated, not stirred. Explore the farthest reaches of the galaxy in Kate Sheeran Swed's newest collection of science fiction stories. In "Chosen," an intergenerational spaceship returns to Earth after disaster strikes;in "Ugly Earthling," an ambitious chef attempts to fry her way across the universe; and in "It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Usurps the Galaxy," a Supreme Galactic Emperor takes on an ambitious building project under dubious circumstances. Absurdity and tragedy commingle in tales where space travel is run-of-the-mill, time can be recovered, and second chances hold the key to survival.

How do you escape when there's nowhere to run? Reggie Sylvester and her friends are fugitives from the tyrannical rage of Admiral Xavier, which is no longer contained to the New Fleet. Without crops or fuel for their shuttle, though, they won't last very long alone in the black. When they learn the Resistance is still alive and well – and fighting back against Xavier's First Fleet invasion – Reggie hatches a plan to increase their allies and join in the fight. But her new friends don't trust her motives, and the feeling's mutual. If they can't find common ground before the clock runs out, they'll be thrown to Xavier's mercy – and the entire fleet will burn right along with them.

Reggie knows how to stop Xavier. She just needs the one thing she hasn't got: time. With their friends captured and their list of allies slashed to zero, Reggie and Noah embark on a quest to locate the lost navigation keys before Xavier does. The prize? Control over the fleet. But Xavier's not giving up without a fight. He'll execute a prisoner every day–Resistance members and tournament contestants alike–until Reggie and Noah turn themselves in. Instead, they add one more task to their plates: a daring rescue. The Legacy is the exciting conclusion to the Interstellar Trials trilogy!

It might be true that there's no rest for the wicked – but Sloane Tarnish wishes they'd at least take a nap. Unfortunately, the Cosmic Trade Federation is too excited to sleep. All keyed up about their little bid to establish a galactic empire, and all that. They've wrapped her home system in an iron grip – literally – and she's desperate for news of her family. Torn between the urge to jet home to save them and the bone-deep need to beat the CTF at their own game by getting one step ahead of them – instead of reacting to their evil deeds – Sloane finds herself wracked with indecision. It doesn't help that she's also dealing with just a tiny bit of trauma, from getting blasted into space multiple times. It's enough to give a girl a complex. When the bad guys use her out-of-the-box tricks to blast her out of indecision – and the once-safe boundary of the Currents – Moneymaker...

Sloane Tarnish isn't the kind of girl who typically harbors celebrity fugitives on the rugged little spaceship she calls home. But now that she's stuck with one, she can't help but feel she's pretty darn good at it, thank you very much. She doesn't know how long her crew will be able to hide. She doesn't know what the Cosmic Trade Federation will do next in their bid to control the entire freaking galaxy. What she does know, with absolute certainty, is that Galactic Fleet Commander Gareth Fortune is innocent of all crimes. The only trouble? Finding a way to prove it...

Sloane Tarnish is finished with Galactic politics, Fleet Commanders, criminal cartels, spaceships in general, and–most of all–bounty hunting. The only problem? Bounty hunting isn't finished with her. The Cosmic Trade Federation has a bounty on her head now, and the reward is high enough to tempt old nemeses into the Fringe Systems. All she wants to do is serve a few drinks and forget the rest of the galaxy exists. Instead, she's living on the run. When a not-so-old friend shows up in the Fringe with a favor in mind, Sloane allows herself to be convinced to join the search for a missing friend–just this once. Meanwhile, the Cosmic Trade Federation is extending their hold on the galaxy, little by little. Soon, every corner of the galaxy–even the quiet ones where Sloane wants to hide–will be subject to their rule.

Her life is a crime. To survive, she'll steal another. Reggie's spent her life stowed away in the crawl spaces of a generation ship that's headed to the stars. If the ship's tyrannical authorities discover she exists, it'll mean a long walk out of a short airlock. When the authorities announce a tournament to make peace with the estranged other half of their fleet, Reggie steals another girl's identity — along with her spot in the games. She doesn't want to win; she wants to escape to the other fleet. But avoiding the trials is harder than she expects, and avoiding the other contestants is even harder — especially the charmingly naive future captain who keeps trying to bring her into the fold. When a threatening note appears under her door Reggie must decide how ruthlessly she's willing to be — and who she's willing to betray to protect her secret.

An alien disease. A cryptic bloodline. An ancient feud between worlds. Well. It's nothing a little swagger can't handle. Damian Riddle's sick of bouncing around the known galaxy in search of a cure for the alien disease that's been plaguing him for months. He hasn't felt up to robbing a single pirate ship, or breaking into any cartel supply stashes. It's inconvenient, at best. Also, he's got a feeling the illness just might be fatal. The only solution? To start searching the unknown galaxy for a cure. And Damian knows how to do it. But when a nosy reporter stows away in his smuggling compartment, throwing off his calculations, the ship slingshots them both to an unknown location–where political maneuvering is the status quo and sinister mysteries cast shadows over the crystalline beauty of the alien city. If Damian can't figure out where the heck...

Sloane might not relish the situation that's got her tangled in a web of Galactic Fleet and Trade Federation politics – but she's knee-deep in it now. And she's finished with dead ends. When she finally cracks the clue her uncle left behind, it points directly to the worst spot in the galaxy: a barren wasteland of a moon (if it counts as a moon when the planet it was orbiting has been blown into bits) where her toes are guaranteed to freeze solid in about thirty seconds. Between the bandits, the blizzards, and the cybernetic wolves, her hands are full. Not that she's complaining... much. Sloane only hopes she can escape the trek with all her toes intact – and the evidence she needs to save the galaxy from imperial rule. No pressure.

For once, Sloane Tarnish is actually winning. The resistance movement against the Cosmic Trade Federation? Winning. The plan to keep her badly behaving uncle restrained and out of the way? Also winning. Her love life? Totally winning, thank you very much. But nothing ever stays simple for long. When Sloane and her crew interrupt the CTF's plans to mess with the Currents that make fast travel possible throughout the galaxy, they inadvertently damage the technology. The alien technology, which they know precious little about. Sloane doesn't relish the idea of getting trapped in a galaxy without Current-quick travel. Worse, though, is the devastating effect the Current seems to be having on Gareth Fortune–whose psychic connection with the tech is putting him in danger. When disaster strikes within the Current, though, they face a devastating new choice: fix the technology to save the galaxy–or strengthen...

Space travel is so overrated. Bounty hunting isn't any better, but it's what Sloane Tarnish needs to do if she wants to fix the rundown spaceship her uncle dumped on her. So she can find him and dump it right back. Problem A: Her uncle also ditched his motley crew–made up of a cranky ace pilot and an extraneous mad scientist–and they don't exactly see her as the captain. Problem B: Her ship's too broken to leave the most dangerous system in the galaxy, where a recent power vacuum is turning the place into one orbiting cluster of fugitives, thugs, and swindlers. When Sloane sets her sights on a bounty with a reward that will solve all her problems, the Commander of the Galactic Fleet himself shows up in pursuit of the same man. The last thing Sloane needs is to get tangled in a web of galactic politics–but she won't let her prize go, either. The payoff is just too big to give up....

Secretly, Sloane Tarnish has always admired her outlaw of an uncle and his tales of not-so-legal adventures across the galaxy–but she never thought she'd be asked to help with one of his heists. When Uncle Vin shows up on her med school campus with a plan to steal a chip full of Fleet intelligence–and the baffling idea to have her play a key role in the scheme–Sloane's got her doubts. Uncle Vin doesn't seem to realize that her top skills involve the kind of shots you drink, not the ones you fire. But Vin's convinced the Fleet's got plans to install empirical rule across the free galaxy, and that this data could stop them before they can begin. When a bunch of rogue delivery drones start taking shots at her–and not the liquid kind–she has to figure he's onto something. To prove it, all she needs to do is steal the data key from the middle of a Fleet ball... and right out from under the Commander's nose....