The Star Attraction

A Shapeshifter’s Fight for Survival in a Lawless Galaxy

At the crossroads of the galaxy’s busiest shipping lanes lies Genevra—a world of fleeting identities, hidden agendas, and dangerous power plays. In the House on Glimmer Street, Harper survives as the last of a lost shapeshifting race, selling illusion and intimacy in a place where anything can be bought.

When Detective Jerry Kinsella arrives from Earth hunting a killer, Harper is drawn into a case that quickly spirals beyond justice and into something far more personal. What begins as an uneasy alliance turns into a connection neither expected, forcing Harper to risk everything to protect a man who represents both danger and hope.

A year later, their paths collide again—this time in pursuit of Reaver, the elusive mastermind behind a galactic crime syndicate. To uncover the truth, Harper must assume the identity of a powerful lawyer and step into the heart of a conspiracy that stretches across worlds. But with betrayal lurking, pirates hijacking starships, and enemies closing in, survival becomes a game of deception where every choice carries a cost.

As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Harper faces an impossible dilemma: protect the only other survivor of their species—or stand with those who trust them. In a universe built on shifting forms and fragile truths, identity may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Step into a gripping sci-fi thriller where desire, danger, and identity collide—start reading The Star Attraction today.

Excerpt from the book

I never know who I’m going to be from one hour to the next. A call from downstairs is often the first I hear of it. Mandor knows to give me ten minutes to prepare before he sends the next customer up. I guess some people would give their right arm for a job with this kind of variety but it’s not the sort of thing I dreamed of doing when I was growing up on my home planet.

This house is famous throughout the quadrant. Call it a brothel if you will, but it is a very exclusive one. You’ll need plenty of credits if you want to spend an hour beneath its roof. At the House on Glimmer Street, as long as you don’t damage the merchandise, you can have anything you want—and if it’s me you want, it will cost you the most of all. The house prides itself on being able to cater to all tastes, to fulfil every fantasy, and I’m its star attraction. There’s nobody here like me.

Captured by slavers and sold here, thanks to my special talent, I quickly earned enough to buy my freedom—yes, even a slave can prosper on Genevra—but by then a huge asteroid had collided with Medea, my home planet, so I can never go back.

So, every day I stand here and watch the wealthy merchants on the square below and I wonder how many of them will climb the stairs to this room later, feverish to fulfil their innermost desires. How many will have earned enough credits to buy an hour of my time?

They trade in rare and wonderful commodities, but they all know there’s nothing on Genevra rarer or more wonderful than me. They know that, as the sole survivor of Medea, the last of a race of shapeshifters, I can be anything they want me to be.

There’s a knock at the door. My next customer. Mandor told me I’m to be a Terran male for this guy. That’s okay. Humanoids are easy to morph into. Time for a little commercial transaction of my own.

And so begins another working day in the House on Glimmer Street.

“Are you male or female?”

He’s looking up at me from the crumpled sheets. This is one customer I’d be happy to see again. I raise my eyebrows, inviting him to elaborate.

“I mean, you look male … human … but you’re a shapeshifter. What sex are you really?”

To many races, gender is a very contentious issue. I’m lucky, being a Medean. We don’t have hang-ups about it, for obvious reasons. The same applies to physical appearance. What’s really important is what’s on the inside, but to see that you must open your mind. If we were books, no reader worth their salt would judge us by our covers when it is our content that matters.