A notorious pirate, a man from a planet that gives birth to the strongest men in the System, and known for his ruthless tenacity, Abjon Afier wants one thing, and one thing only. Seriana Blue. For years he'd coveted his captain's beautiful daughter, but he had work to do before he could claim her.
He bides his time until the moment is right. But before he can state his intentions, the stubborn woman flees into the dark recesses of space. Nothing, not peacemakers, slavers, or her infamous father will stop him from getting what he wants.
On the run from a pirate as ruthless as her father, Seriana darts from planet to planet, all too aware her capture is inevitable. Abjon is domineering, strong, and crafty. She knows what he wants but has no intention of falling back into the criminal lifestyle she's fought so hard to escape. Yet instead of the imprisonment she so dreads, she finds passion and much, much more in her pursuer's strong arms.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism, ménage, dominance and submission.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released with another publisher. It has been extensively revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 5th July 2010
As if surviving illegal piracy, scientific experiments gone awry, and the slave trade weren’t enough, Seriana Blue now had to evade yet another smuggler asking too many questions.
After so much planet hopping, she thought she’d found the perfect spot here on Aflera, a vacationer’s paradise at the height of tourist season. An upscale resort, a new disguise, and a new job as an independent cook—what could be more perfect? It had been an ideal spot to hide from trouble, until this past week.
Damn her father, and damn Abjon Afier!
“You look an awful lot like the woman on this vidscreen.” The wiry man blinked at her from his good eye, studying the image on his palm-sized vidscreen as he compared it to her clever if fading disguise.
Looking down at the image of herself only a year ago, she felt as if she’d matured well past the age of twenty-six. Her head ached, her eyes were dry from fatigue, and her hands, once smooth and creamy, were now cracked and dry from rinsing too many meal trays.
Yet she wouldn’t trade a day of any of it.
Speaking slowly in Afleran, she angled closer to the persistent smuggler and thrust her bosomy chest towards him, hoping the sight of her padded flesh would distract him. She breathed a small sigh of relief when it did.
“Like a touch, would ya?” she asked coyly, leaning closer. Her breasts brushed him and she heard him swallow greedily. He dragged a dirtied hand across her chest, lingering over the pert, crimson nipples peaking over the ragged neckline of the dress she wore. Grinning broadly and profoundly grateful to Racnar’s synthetic prosthetics, she winked. “How can you think to compare this prized flesh,” she paused to fondle her left breast, “to that scrawny thing on your vid?”
The man licked his lips and shook his head, no longer looking at his vidscreen. With a ragged laugh, she took his hand from her breasts and put it back at his side.
“I’m not sure why you’re looking for this girl, but it can’t be good now, can it?” What new story had Abjon concocted to justify his pursuit?
“Ah.” He shifted, adjusting his trousers with a less than circumspect movement. “All I know is the girl is worth a lot of beks, scrawny or no.” He smiled, his teeth as black as his boots. “Not that I don’t agree she could use more flesh, to look more like you.”
Seriana stifled a snort. She currently looked as though she weighed twice her actual bodyweight. In the old picture he carried she’d sported her share of curves. “Such flattery will get you a fasun pie, sure as I can swim.”
He blushed with pleasure, stammered a few more compliments, then left carrying the pie in one hand and his vidscreen in the other. The minute he turned the corner from her small cookery, she sagged against the wall.
Hell. This made four seekers in less than a week. She would have to move again. At this rate, she’d soon be facing Abjon, and nothing could fool his discerning, flame-filled gaze.
Her stomach tightened as she thought of him, and she frowned as she returned to her latest recipe for spiced mraun fish. She pounded the thick fillet as she recalled the mountain of muscle chasing after her for the past year. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit it had been a lot longer than a year.
From the first moment she’d met the stubbornly handsome Ragga, she’d felt something in her heart sigh. A mental click, then an emotional tug of war had followed as she realised she felt something for a man as steeped in illegal activities as her father.
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit Marie's website and fall in love.
Reviewed by Shayna
Loved this fourth book in the series. This was so hot. Great character chemistry. Loved the hero and heroine. Marie Harte does a good job at making each story in the series completely different from...
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