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Dark Space Series Book 3
Lisa Henry

M/M Sci-Fi
Release Date: 12.01.19


Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations


Brady Garrett is back in space, this time as an unwilling member of a team of humans seeking to study the alien Faceless and their technology. It’s not the first time Brady’s life has been in the hands of the Faceless leader Kai-Ren, and if there’s one thing Brady hates it’s being reminded exactly how powerless he is. Although dealing with the enigmatic Faceless might actually be easier than trying to figure out where he stands with the other humans on board, particularly when one of them is his boyfriend’s ex.

Cameron Rushton loved the starlight once, but being back on board the Faceless ship forces him to confront the memories of the time he was captured by Kai-Ren, and exactly how much of what was done to him that he can no longer rationalize away. Cam is used to being Brady’s rock, but this time it might be him who needs Brady’s support.

This time Brady is surrounded by the people he loves most in the universe, but that only means their lives are in danger too. And when Kai-Ren’s fascination with humanity threatens the foundations of Faceless society, Brady and Cam and the rest of the team find themselves thrust into a battle that humans have very little hope of winning, let alone surviving.

*Starlight can be read as a standalone but probably words better with knowledge of the first two books in the series.

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Starlight Guest Post for Books, Tattoos and Tea

Thank you so much for hosting me here today, and letting me talk to you about my latest release, Starlight. Starlight is the third book in the Dark Space series, and if you’re a fan of tropes, the series is full of them.

There are a lot of authors out there who come from fanfiction. I don’t. I went there after I was published because there’s nothing I don’t like to do backward. But I have always been a total sucker for the tropes you can find in fanfiction, and the Dark Space series is full of them.

The first book, Dark Space, is definitely an Accidental Bonding trope, along with “THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!” And it goes exactly how the one-bed trope always goes! Darker Space, the second book, if the Kid Fic of the series, where Brady’s little sister Lucy becomes very much a part of their lives and Brady not only had to learn how to navigate a romantic relationship with Cam like an adult, he also has to parent his little sister. It’s not always a success, on either count.

If I had to sum up Starlight, the third book, as a fanfiction trope, I’d go with Found Family. Because Starlight isn’t just about Brady and Cam, or even Lucy. There are more characters in it than that. There’s Doc, who moves from gruff mentor to father figure to Brady. There are Andre and Harry, who fall into a brotherly role. And then there’s Chris Varro, Cam’s ex, who Brady tries to hate on principle alone, but who in the end, I think, still counts as found family. Because there’s no guarantee a family won’t have assholes in it, right? Brady and Chris are probably both thinking that about each other, actually. And there’s Cam, of course, who’s been Brady’s heartbeat since the first book.

I like tropes. Tropes are like the ingredients of a story. You can throw in as many as you want, mix it up a bit, and always come up with a different final product. I like that they’re familiar enough that they’re comforting, but that if someone takes them and flips the script a little, they become new and exciting in ways I wasn’t expecting. I know there are people out there who look down on tropes, just as they look down on certain genres, but I’m too old and too opinionated to care if other people think what I read is silly. I like books that are comforting, and Found Family will always be one of my favorite tropes because it’s such a hopeful one. It doesn’t matter what we’ve been through, we will always find our people in the end. Real-life is sucky sometimes, so why not demand happy endings in fiction? In Darker Space, the second book in the series, Brady reflects that guys like him don’t get happy endings. And while that might be true too often in real life, I think we can and we should expect more from fiction.



The Faceless ship was silent, but the anger and the adrenaline rush of the battle ran on a constant feedback loop in our skulls. Spikes of pain, of fear, were like blasts of static in our heads. And sometimes, more than once, we felt that same dizzying sensation of sudden loss—and of that hole immediately being filled in again. The Faceless felt no grief for the fallen. The hive barely even noticed the loss of one drone.

I thought of my dad and how acutely I still missed him and how his loss was written in my bones, and in everything I did. A day didn’t go by when I didn’t think of him. And I thought of how my grief and my fear for Lucy had captured Kai-Ren’s attention in the first place.

I wondered which one of us was the most incomprehensible to the other. The most alien.

We made our way carefully down toward the core of the ship. Everything seemed dimmer. There were fewer lights drifting in the walls, and the fluid itself seemed darker than usual. The ship was hurt. Was she dying too?

Chris and Doc carried the hybrid between them, his thin arms held across their shoulders. His pale feet dragged more than stepped, but his eyes were open now. They were dark and wide and fearful, just like mine.

Cam and Harry led the way, and Andre and I brought up the rear. I held Lucy’s hand tightly. It was warm and damp with sweat. She was quiet. Her face was pinched. But she didn’t even stumble as we moved forward through the dimly-lit curving passageway of the ship.

As we moved toward the fighting.

“If anything happens,” I whispered to her, “run back to where we just were, okay?”

She nodded, and squeezed my hand more tightly.

We kept moving, right up until we didn’t. Cam and Harry had stopped, and I craned my head to see.

“It’s okay,” Cam said. “Keep moving.”

There was a dead Faceless lying in the corridor. His mask had been removed. His eyes were covered in a white film. His yellowish skin was stained black around his throat, and over one cheek, like someone had spat ink over him. And then I realized that no, it wasn’t a stain. It was necrosis, or something like it. His skin had been ruptured in several places, punctured, and the flesh around it had turned black.

Venom. It had to be venom.

I looked at Doc and Chris, and at the way the hybrid was slung between them. The hybrid’s fingers curled around their shoulders, and I thought of claws digging into their flesh and wondered how long it would take Faceless venom to kill a human. And then I thought of every time that Kai-Ren had run his hands over my skin, and of how the Stranger had prodded my stomach, and how each time I’d been staring death in the face. I’d thought of Kai-Ren as a god once, hadn’t I? A god who could strike any one of us down on a whim.

I held Lucy’s hand tightly as we passed the dead Faceless.

There was a voice in the back of my head—mine, for once—that told me we weren’t going to make it to the pods. That told me we’d be caught here, in a curving corridor with nowhere to take cover and that the Stranger’s Faceless would kill us, but whatever was happening in the rest of the ship was keeping all the Faceless busy.

My heart was beating out of my chest by the time we descended to the bay where the pods were kept, and the doors shut behind us, the sticky seams sealing closed.

There were six pods here, and seven of us plus the hybrid. It didn’t matter, because Cam and I had shared a pod before anyway. There was plenty of room. But mostly it didn’t matter because we had no way of getting the pods to work, let alone launching them.

And then it really didn’t matter, because we wouldn’t be launching them into some tranquil sea anyway.

“Holy fuck!” Harry exclaimed from the one of the windows that looked out into the nebula.

I look past him just in time to see a Faceless ship being torn apart by a massive explosion. It was colossal. It was blinding.

And it was close enough that the shockwave hit us like a tsunami.


Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.

Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.

She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.

She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.

Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting 101.





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