di elisarolle
In
a future where outposts swelter beneath a nuclear sun and run-gunners patrol
dusty wastelands, Trin is the mech at the waystation in Arens. He has a thing
for the gunners: rough men with strong hands and hard bodies, who roll through
his garage like the hot desert wind.
Gerrick’s the best gunner around, a quick draw with a deadly aim and a penchant
for sharing his pallet with young men. He has a roving eye and roaming hands,
leaving a string of broken hearts in his wake. But Trin’s fallen in love with
the man he believes Gerrick to be, and he’s sure he can change the gunner’s mind
if given the chance. Gerrick’s all he wants out of this blasted world, and he
tells anyone who will listen.
Then Gerrick rides through Arens. He’s heard the rumors of what Trin will do for
a gunner who only mentions his name. What he wants to know is, what will Trin do
for him?