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Book Feature & Guest Post - The Protector by Diane Burton

Human Trafficking by Diane Burton

Did you know that people are bought, sold, and smuggled like modern day slaves here in the U.S.? Oh, you thought that only happened in Third World countries? Nope. Victims are beaten, starved, and tortured into submission, sold into prostitution or forced to work as migrants, domestics, in restaurants or sweatshops with little or no pay. They do not choose that way of life.

They are enslaved.

Why should we care? Besides the human suffering? Because it’s a $32 billion global industry for organized crime and terrorists. Here are some other statistics:

- 40% of human trafficking cases involved sexual exploitation of a child

- The average age of victims of sexual exploitation is between 11 and 14

- 76% of sex transactions with underage girls begins on the internet

- Approximately 17,500 foreign nationals are trafficked into the U.S. every year; most are women and girls from Central America and Asia

- Not all victims are imported; American runaways are targeted, fed crack cocaine until addicted, then forced to work as prostitutes

When I started writing THE PROTECTOR, I had no idea how pervasive trafficking is. I knew it was a problem here and now, so I figured why not in the future? I set out to write a story about a woman who’d lost her baby to traffickers. Though she searched extensively for years with no success, she still worries about her child’s fate. Was she sold to rich people who couldn’t have children? Or sold into slavery or prostitution? Worse is her guilt. Had she not left the baby with a sitter, had she been home instead, she could have saved her child. Not likely, as the hero points out. They probably would have killed her.

She’s given a chance to make up for not protecting her own child when she rescues two girls from a slave ship. When she tries to engage the colony to stop traffickers from capturing any more children, she’s met with disbelief and/or apathy. But some colonists are willing to help.

Organizing them, spearheading the campaign against traffickers puts her in danger of losing everything she holds dear, including her life.

My main character knew firsthand the devastation caused by those in the slave trade. But how alert are we to trafficking? We read about it in the news, but it’s always someplace else—not in my backyard. A case in point is the man in Cleveland who held women hostage in his home and his family had no idea.

Being aware is the first help for victims of trafficking or abuse. Being aware and alerting authorities. If you believe someone you know might be a victim, contact your local FBI office or the Department of Justice trafficking hotline at 1-888-428-7581.

About the Book:
The Protector (An Outer Rim Novel)
by Diane Burton
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Genre: Romantic Adventure/Science Fiction
Release Date: July 24, 2015
Length: 370 Pages

After tavern owner Rissa Dix rescues two girls from a slave ship, she must rally the townsfolk to prevent traffickers from raiding the frontier colony. She’s met with apathy and disbelief. Because she lost her own baby to traffickers, she’s determined that no other mother will suffer the same heartache.

Industrialist heir Dillan Rusteran aids her in rescuing more children. Little do they know they’re about to tangle with a trafficking ring that puts Rissa in danger. Dillan’s loved her for years despite her claim she’s too old for him. As they fight the traffickers, will she finally see him in a new light?

When she heard the rustle, Rissa stopped in the middle of the sanitary. “Whoever you are, come out. Right now.”

Another rustle then the sound of feet lightly hitting the floor. The lock slid open then slowly the door moved.

“Please,” a soft voice whispered. “Don’t hurt us.”

That sounded like a young girl. 

“Come out where I can see you.” Rissa, too, whispered.

A tall, dark-haired teen stepped out, followed by a smaller girl with light brown hair. They both looked terrified. Their hair was matted and dirt smudged their faces. Their clothes were filthy. The smells emanating from them contributed to the general san-fac odors. Rissa did her best not to react.

Holding the other girl behind her, the tall one stepped forward, jutting out her chin. “We are not going back.”

“O-kay. Back where?”

“You can’t make us. We’ll escape again.”

Rissa had to admire her bravado. “You escaped? From where?”

“Did they send you in here to get us?”

Since the taller one seemed to be the spokesperson, Rissa kept her eyes on her. Something about her was compelling. Rissa could be looking at herself at the same age. Then it hit her hard, like a blow to the stomach. That was what Miri would have looked like at that age. Same strong Traishan features—olive skin, dark hair and eyes. Same strong will.

Rissa took a deep breath to steady herself before locking the outer door. “Nobody sent me. You asked for help. What can I do?”

“Get us out of here before they discover we’re gone.” Despite the strength in the tall girl’s voice, she worked hard to keep her chin from wobbling.

“Who?” Rissa was afraid she knew.

“Those men. The Chellians. We can’t go back. We won’t.”

By the Matriarch, traffickers. 

Her lungs seized, her heart hurt so badly Rissa clutched her chest. Be strong, she told herself. Pull yourself together. No traffickers had ever come to Astron Colony before. Or even to Galeriana. She had to help the girls get away.

She glanced at the window on the far wall.

“We couldn’t open it,” the smaller girl sobbed. “We were trying when you came in. We thought you were them.”

Since Rissa was taller, she could easily reach the window. With a shove, she got it open. “Come.” She motioned to the tall girl. “You first. You can catch your friend. She’s too small to catch you.”

She cupped her hands for the girl’s foot. “Hide outside. I’ll come around and take you somewhere safe.” At the girls’ wary looks, she added, “I promise. Now go before someone comes looking for us.”

Rissa boosted her up to the open window. The tall girl hoisted herself through, disappeared for a moment then stuck her head inside.

“The ground is higher out here. Come, Anaris.” She held out her arms.

The small girl, Anaris, gave Rissa a panicked look. “You’ll come for us?”

The door rattled. “Hey,” a male yelled. “Open up.”

Anaris gave her a panicked look.

“Gimme a min,” Rissa yelled back.

“I promise to come for you,” Rissa whispered then gave her a boost. Like the tall girl, Anaris disappeared through the window. 

As Rissa reached to close it, the tall girl was there about to do the same. “Thank you.” She shut the window and ducked out of sight.

Hoping they would wait for her, Rissa walked out of the san-fac. A mech glared at her. “Whadda mean by locking the door?”

“Didn’t want you walking in on me.” She glanced over at a commotion near the freighter where she’d delivered the supplies. “What’s going?”

The pilot was yelling and his two crewmen were darting between ships, searching. 

“Damn offworlder.” The mech brushed past her into the san-fac.

When the pilot saw her, he yelled, “What did you do with them?”

Rissa looked around to see who he was shouting at. 

“You there.” He stormed up to her. “Where are those two girls?”

She affected a confused expression. “What girls?”

“My cargo, I mean passengers. Damn you to Lexol’s Fire. How did you get them out?”

The pilot’s slip confirmed what Rissa feared. The girls she helped escape had been cargo. The pilot and crew were slavers, bastards who trafficked in children. A primal urge swept through her. Kill them. Kill them now. 

About the Author:
I grew up in the Detroit-area and have lived in Portage (MI), Sedalia (MO) as well as a brief stint in Chicago-land.  I've been a Parks & Recreation supervisor, an inventory clerk for a flute store, and a long-time volunteer for Girl Scouts. My last job was for an oil and gas exploration company where I discovered the cure for insomnia—reading oil and gas leases.  My longest-running gig was as a teacher where I taught elementary kids for over 10 years.  I am a member of Romance Writers of America and the Mid-Michigan and Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal chapters of RWA. I met my own hero on a blind date. It was love at first sight--for me. It took him a little longer. We currently reside in West Michigan and have two grown children and three delightful grandchildren.

I’ve been a reader all my life, and I love movies, especially action adventure, mysteries, science fiction, and romantic comedy. CastleFirefly, and NCIS are my favorite TV shows. So is it any wonder that I write science fiction romance and romantic suspense, both with comedic elements?

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  1. Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Allison.

  2. Sad to know this is going on, but great that you (and your book) are making people aware of the problem.

    1. Thanks, Maris. Until I researched the topic, I had no idea how wide spread it is. Scary.

  3. It is so scary that these things are happening in out town. I wish you much success on your book.

    1. Thanks, Melissa. I tried to combine a depressing subject with a woman's determination to do something about it.


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