When I first started The Chalice, I had no plans nor did I imagine that it would mutate into a series. I had so many requests to continue the story of the Star Brides, I had to try. I have to admit, the Star Brides (Deg'Nara) series is my favorite of the series I have written so far. I do love my Riley's Journey Trilogy and they have been my bestsellers so far, but the concept behind the Star Brides series is one I find compelling.
1,000 women are abducted by aliens as mates for their dying race. The males thought they'd come willingly but the females knew they'd been kidnapped. Once the two sides meet, the battle begins.
Blurb: The rebels are losing the intergalactic war.
They need a prototype of the Deg’Nara’s latest weapon, a planet-killer, to survive. A covert operations team is tasked with finding and retrieving the weapon. Their mission is proceeding as planned but goes horribly wrong when Ashyr, a space pirate, swoops in and literally tears the weapon from the team’s hands.Cam can’t let that happen. Impetuous, reckless, and determined to retrieve it at all costs, she throws herself onto Ashyr’s ship and the battle begins.
Furious, Cam
crouched against the wall, glaring at the sleeping male. Thinks he can just jump me and then fall asleep! Guess again asswipe! Her
booted foot lifted preparing to kick when he shifted on the bed and mumbled in
his sleep. One well-shaped hand reached for the coverlet and pulled it over his
shoulders before he lapsed into a low, rasping snuffle. Her foot dropped.
Great!
Just great! Not only was she chained to the bed, but she’d have to listen
to him snore all night long. Her foot lifted again. Maybe just one small kick,
enough to kill the sound of the heavy breathing! After all, didn’t she owe him at
least some sort of pain for the almost rape?
Her teeth caught
her bottom lip, worrying the tender flesh. The opportunity for a little payback
lifted her dwindling spirits but maybe now was one of those times when erring on
the side of caution—as Nadic drilled into her at every turn—might be appropriate.
After all, it wasn’t like he’d actually raped her! More like physically threatened…or
something!
She sniffed, inexplicably vexed. No sexual interest whatsoever! Not that
she cared a whit about what he’d said, but the response from his well-developed
male part certainly disagreed with his statement to the contrary. She almost
laughed. Might be fun to explore the possibilities and just might be her meal
ticket on this ill-advised journey into nowhere. She studied the back of his
head, noting the thick hair that curled at the base of his neck. He wasn’t
unattractive. In fact, he was more than attractive, handsome even, and she
suspected he had his fair share of females vying for his attention. He
certainly had all the attributes to make him drool-worthy to the greater part
of the female population.
Wonder
if he’s bonded? And how old was he? Not a fledgling by any stretch of the
word. Mature and self-possessed but young for a captain although he seemed to
be well respected by his crew members. Even the green-skinned, smelly lizard
guy showed him a lot of respect.
Too
much time thinking about him! But then, what else did she have to do? Going
to sleep wasn’t an option. Who knew what would happen if she wasn’t on constant
guard! He might just decide he did have some sexual interest in her or forget
who she was in his sleep!
He snuffled and
rolled to his side facing her.
His face in repose caused her female
parts to flutter. Surprised, she shifted further away before settling down to
peruse his features. The full, mobile lips were slightly parted showing a thin
line of his perfect white teeth. Although his shoulder length hair was a light honey-brown,
his long curling lashes were a dark brown as were the arched brows. At the
moment, the brows were drawn together over the well-sculpted nose as though his
dreams were troubling. The firm chin with just a slight cleft only added to his
masculine beauty.
She caught herself
in a sigh. Just her luck the first guy she could honestly rate as a good old
piece of man-candy ended up being her enemy!
He huffed and then
drew a sharp inhale. Guy sure made a lot
of noise in his sleep! Funny, she found it almost comforting. Reminded her
of the barracks where she spent her nights. Never a real moment of quiet.
Always some trickling of noise going on.
Her eyelids drooped.
Gawd, I’m tired! She stifled a yawn. Seemed
like forever since she’d made the reckless dive onto Ashyr’s ship. But for
that, she’d probably be resting in her own bunk surrounded by her friends and
cohorts. Once again Nadic’s words swam through her weary brain. Err on the side of caution! Figure out a
plan and stick to it!
Plan be damned! At
the moment, all she needed was some sleep! Her weary brain fogged, blanking out
for a moment as she drifted off. Startled, she jerked awake, swiping at a line
of saliva dribbling down her chin. Mortified, her gaze flew to Ashyr, but he
appeared deep in slumber. Her gape-mouthed drooling was the subject of more
than one off-hand joke made at her expense. Embarrassed the heck out of her but
not much she could do about it other than tape her mouth shut while she slept.
She shifted,
easing the cramping in her legs. Damn cot wasn’t made for two people and the
big guy took up most of the available space! Wasn’t really his fault though. If
she was honest with herself, she deserved pretty much everything he was handing
out—and then some! Guy hadn’t asked
for her company and she’d been better treated than she would have expected.
Ashyr rolled to
his back, the broad chest raising and falling with each inhalation and
exhalation.
Good one of us can rest! Pinching him
seemed unfair!
The temperature in
the chamber seemed to drop several degrees, enough to cause a slight shiver to
race up her spine. She eased a blanket from beneath his feet and draped it over
her shoulders, using part of it to form a makeshift pillow. Might as well be comfortable! She
snuggled down, struggling against the overwhelming need to catch a few moments
of rest. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she had to stay awake! Had to be ready…
Nope! Wasn’t
working! Raising up on one elbow, she studied the sleeping male with some
interest. Gone was the scowl that marked so many of his waking moments. Beneath
the closed eyelids, his eyes moved with restless abandon, a sure sign he was
dreaming according to what she’d read in some long forgotten medical journal. It
would be interesting to know what prompted his current dream state. Sex.
Battle. The galaxy in general.
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