Science Fiction Fantasy Romance
The Traitor's Touch
Pilot Kira Jensen simply wanted to avoid being mindwiped by her own people.
Developing feelings for Commander
Tal Kaegen—the enemy she’d shot down—well, that was a complication she didn’t need.
When she tried to convince him to divulge the net codes, Tal offered her his name. His name! There is nothing more sacred in Serrissian culture, and he offered it to her . . . a Deridian pilot he didn’t know, a woman with a history so heinous he’d never understand let alone look at her with desire again. Kira had no choice but to run—from the responsibility of that offering and her past, but mostly from the man who tempts her like no other.
Now, her superiors are forcing her to spy on Tal, on an isolationist, military-run world with outdated notions toward women and technology. No one wants her there, except one very frustrating and handsome Commander who tempts her beyond all reason. Tal trusts her implicitly, even though he shouldn’t. When assassinations, infighting, and a mole threaten his command, Kira puts everything on the line for him. She has nothing to lose, except her heart, the one part of her she’s determined to keep as far from Tal as possible.
Available for purchase, June 2019 on:
- Soul Mate Publishing
He swooped down in front of her. “Kaegen gave you his name! Do you not understand the significance of that! Only a rare few have ever earned that privilege. You are beyond suspicion, at least to Kaegen. His men will see you as a threat, but they won’t dare touch you. You’ll be under his protection.”
She had worked hard to forget that moment in Tal’s cell. She had never imagined that Vilroy had been watching everything on a vid-feed. He had analyzed what was happening between her and Tal, even as she had worked to deny it. “It’s just a name,” she said, downplaying the offering.
“His name. . . You cannot begin to comprehend what that means to a Serrissian! Kaegen will not deny you. He cannot!”
She hated herself for making Tal so vulnerable. She could slip into his life, get the codes, and disappear again, just as Vilroy expected her to. That meant betraying a man who had slowly been pervading her every thought, her very soul. She missed him, plain and simple. Even when he had turned cold and distant, she had always been at ease with him. What lay underneath the walls he erected around himself had called to her, touched her . . . made her care again. It had been a while since she had cared about anyone or anything, except Danny. She could not betray the only man who had ever cared about her.
“You will give him whatever he wants.” Vilroy paused. “Whatever he needs, Lieutenant,” he corrected himself. “Keep him happy and you will stay alive.”
“We belong together,” he said, breaking the kiss at last.
The fire in his eyes sent a shiver through her. Whatever this was between them, she needed to shut it down . . . before she did something that could not be undone, like fall for him. “You don’t know—”
“I know the dangers, and the risks,” Tal began. “My enemies will not bring me down with words or political maneuvering, at least not without a fight. And make no mistake, I will fight for what is mine, Kira. I will fight for you.”
Science Fiction Fantasy Romance
The Traitor's Truth
Mindwiped, book 2
(Est. Release Date 11/6/19)
Someone erased her memories and now Commander Tal Kaegen insists she’s his wife. She’ll go along with the façade, while she figures out how to escape him and his world… a closed planet. Her kenut, a bracelet made from ancient threads that ‘bind’ a married couple, is trying to convince her that she belongs with Tal. Even her body is betraying her, craving his every touch. But Kira can’t dismiss what she’s seen and heard about Tal’s violent nature. She must escape, for her own sake, as well as the life growing inside of her.
When Kira flees to the Tinufian Embassy, hoping to secure passage off of Serriss, she finds a friend in Zardijn, the Ambassador’s aid. Zardijn’s charming, easy to talk with – a friend she desperately needs. Or is he? He knows a lot of personal information about her and Tal.
To discover the truth about who took her memories and why, Kira needs more than her knives – she needs the courage to love Tal.
He’s close to losing control of his emotions, and when that happens, it’s never good. He’s a killer by training, and he has too much power on his planet, except among his enemies. They’ve already wiped Kira’s memory, making her forget him and everything they’ve been through together. Now they’re wiping the memories of key officials, but to what end he doesn’t know.
Kira’s still attracted to him, he’s sure of it, but he wants more than her body, he wants all of her…. her insight, her wit… her love. They’ve turned her against him. She barely speaks to him now, and refuses to heed his warnings, becoming friends with the offworlder, Zardijn. Tal doesn’t trust the man, especially since he’s sure he’s met him before.
Tal’s enemies have weakened him by turning Kira against him, but they underestimate how far he’ll go to save the woman he loves.
Available for purchase, November 2019 on:
- Soul Mate Publishing
He recoiled at what she suggested. He had never harmed her, or taken advantage of her, even when she had been his prisoner on Gainor. The very fact that she could believe he would… no, he could not take her comments personally. This Kira did not know him.
“I would never take you against your will if that’s what you mean. I intend to have you return to me, Kira, mind, body, and soul, of your own free will.”
“What do I get in return… if I come with you?”
‘If’ she had said… where else would she go? Back to that fezak? That wasn’t an option. “I did not come here to bargain.”
Slender arms folded across her chest. “No, you came here expecting me to believe everything you say, to throw away…” she bit back some words, then forced herself to continue. “… my h-husband… so I can run off with you and pretend to be your wife in some sick fantasy of yours.”
“I am your husband. That fezak who kept you locked away for the past two months has no claim on you!”
She backed away as if expecting him to strike her. Close to losing what control he had left, Tal stormed out and leaned against the wall in the corridor, out of her view. A few deep breaths helped him push the anger and frustration down, but not eliminate them. That required an outlet. Namely the man or men who had taken her from him and erased her memories. The doctor had found no evidence of head trauma because there had been no trauma. They had brainwashed her or given her drugs, maybe both. And despite what those in Council believed, someone had forged that note. She had not left of her own accord.
Once he calmed himself, Tal re-entered her cell. He was not one to bargain with prisoners, but she was not a prisoner. Groveling, begging, giving her anything she asked… he’d do anything if it meant she’d agree.
“What do you want in return?”
“My h-husband’s release.”
The fezak. “He’s not your husband,” Tal said with an underlying growl. How many times would he have to tell her that before she believed him?
She raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. She recognized her power in this struggle, and she would use it. “Call him what you will, Commander, but release Biddou.”
He couldn’t release him. The fezak had information. He had accomplices, Tal’s instincts said as much. But Tal knew her resolve. The opening she had given him would be the only one he’d get.
A warmth spread through Kira as her eyes ran the length of Tal. He was a fine figure in his dress greys. His uniform bore no medals or flashy threading, but the light grey fabric clung to his body, showing off his every muscle from his powerful arms to his muscular chest. His torso tapered at his waist as if pointing towards his thick thighs. Her heart skipped several beats just imagining what it would be like to wrap her legs around him and dig her heels into his finely shaped backside as he pinned her to the wall.
Kira’s tongue glided over her upper lip before she realized it and stopped. The corner of Tal’s mouth quirked. He’d noticed.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never make it to the party,” he said.
Her cheeks warmed. She ran her palms down the sides of her dress again, which made her look as nervous as hell, but it was better than putting her hands on him – a thought she couldn’t seem to drive from her mind. With a quick shove, the hollow sound of the door clicked shut behind him, emphasizing how utterly alone they were. To her surprise, her instincts said to run towards him, not away. Even her kenut sent tiny pulses of warmth through her, as if to soothe and calm her.
Calm... How could she remain calm with him standing there perfectly in control of himself, dripping with what had to be some artificial pheromone because right now she was heating up in all the right paces. And that grin of his said he was ready to devour her, right then and there if she let him.
She didn’t hate the idea.
“We could skip the party,” he said as he advanced another step. “Entertain ourselves.”
This wasn’t going as planned. The warmth spreading through her had nothing on the tingling sensation spreading outward from her kenut. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him long enough to see what the damn kenut was doing. For all she knew, it was weaving little red hearts. She shoved her hands behind her. That only managed to push her breasts out towards him. Her cheeks burned red as his eyes glided over her body, saying as much if not more than his words had earlier.
“I think we’d be missed,” Kira said.
“That’s not a convincing argument for going. But I can think of several for staying here.”