Tru Creighton wants
her wealthy and powerful family to take her seriously. Sneaking away to
investigate bookkeeping discrepancies from one of their holdings seems the
perfect opportunity to prove her worth. Stranded on a hostile planet with a
price on her head, she seizes her one opportunity for survival.
Nick Rayven, determined to build his reputation and
fledgling security company, doesn’t flinch at difficult and dangerous missions.
A former soldier and refugee from a war-demolished planet, he battles to create
order and stifle his painful memories. His hard-won accomplishments are
threatened when a spoiled heiress in danger awakens emotions he thought long
gone.
Two people with plenty to prove risk everything to unravel
their tangled missions. His sense of duty and vulnerable heart compel him to
fight his growing attraction to her. Her heart demands she follow it straight
into his arms. The people behind the conspiracy keeping them together and in
harm’s way have other ideas.
CONTENT WARNING: Language & Violence
TAG: Drugs, murder, conspiracy, and a headstrong heiress
complicate his covert security mission.
A Lyrical Press Science Fiction Romance
Excerpt:
The lights shut off, except those on the helm, casting eerie
blue shadows on their faces. Tru’s apprehension rose as she tested her shoulder
harness and fidgeted in her seat. She looked to him, and drew strength from his
rock-solid presence. She didn’t know much about solar storms-- only enough to
be frightened. She clutched the armrest.
“Impact in three, two...” Siren intoned matter-of-factly.
The invisible wave hit them and electrical sparks flashed
over the ship’s nose, coming at them with terrifying swiftness. Blistering
shocks pulsed along her skin and nerves felt as if they were on fire, burning
her up from the inside out.
“Shields strong, life support holding,” Siren continued.
The ship bucked and lurched, snapping Tru’s head forward
then back.
“Siren, how long until we’re out of the storm?” Nick
demanded, while he continued to monitor the power to the shields and make rapid
adjustments only he understood.
The ship’s engine groaned and metal screeched from the force
of the storm. Lights flickered on the helm, sparks flying from wires affected
by the solar pulses battering them.
“Hang on, Tru. We’re almost through,” he assured her while
he swiftly rerouted connections.
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