Coming April ....
A story of passions and desires, that brings two very different people together in a way they never thought possible. This is a standalone novel but can and is more complete by reading the series in order starting with Book 1 Rage. But not doing so, will not spoil your enjoyment
It'''s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English with American slang and language
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JORG
He was a Cyborg on a mission.
Weapons were being sold and people going missing on a world outside the Empire. The Admiral was not happy. Nor were the Councilmen of the Empire. He’d been ordered to stay undercover on the mission. Low profile. Find out if there was any truth to the rumours coming their way.
There had been many from different quarters. Too many from varying parties to be ignored.
His leads leading him to the bar and the woman who was not a waitress.
Sitting in the shadows, he watched her.
She was paying too much attention to the men that were his quarry. She was interested. Her body language telling him she was looking for something. That, would be a problem. Compromising his own investigation.
He’d have to deal with that.
She was too young to be doing this. Too fragile. But she had a way about her. It intrigued him. His optic showed interest. He smirked, her feet were hurting her, and she was putting on a brave face. Kinda. So not a hardened waitress then. So what was she doing here? It would get her killed.
‘You shouldn’t be here female.’
FAY
What did he know? It was a warm voice that spoke from the shadows. She hadn't really seen him to be honest. Couldn’t. The shadow almost hiding him but not. It was strange but, this was the kind of bar that you hid in so, perfectly normal. She had the impression of a large man. Broad, long hair. In leather of somekind.
She’d made a point of not really looking at the clientele. Didn’t want to give too much eye contact that could be bad. People noticed you when you took their eyes. Quiet head down, staying in the background no one did.
Was that what he was doing?....
None of her business. Nice of him to be concerned though misplaced but he didn’t know that did he? She was more interested in listening. She needed intel. Plus she wasn’t there to pull or interested in knowing him.
She sniggered. Dating? Who had the time. Work ruled. And she was on a job. Wiping the edge of the table, she didn't need to look at him. ‘Yeah, I'm not sure any of us should be here.’
‘So why are you?’
‘The credits why else?’
‘There are other ways you can earn credits.'' He didn’t believe her. She needed to up her game.
‘Yeah well, those would be worse in this area. Do you want another drink?’
‘No.’
Fair enough. With a nod, she wiped the edge of the table and left him.
And had the feeling, that wasn’t going to be the last time she saw him….
Genre: Paranormal Romance
A story of passions and desires, that brings two very different people together in a way they never thought possible. This is a standalone novel but can and is more complete by reading the series in order starting with Book 1 Rage. But not doing so, will not spoil your enjoyment
It'''s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English with American slang and language
***
JORG
He was a Cyborg on a mission.
Weapons were being sold and people going missing on a world outside the Empire. The Admiral was not happy. Nor were the Councilmen of the Empire. He’d been ordered to stay undercover on the mission. Low profile. Find out if there was any truth to the rumours coming their way.
There had been many from different quarters. Too many from varying parties to be ignored.
His leads leading him to the bar and the woman who was not a waitress.
Sitting in the shadows, he watched her.
She was paying too much attention to the men that were his quarry. She was interested. Her body language telling him she was looking for something. That, would be a problem. Compromising his own investigation.
He’d have to deal with that.
She was too young to be doing this. Too fragile. But she had a way about her. It intrigued him. His optic showed interest. He smirked, her feet were hurting her, and she was putting on a brave face. Kinda. So not a hardened waitress then. So what was she doing here? It would get her killed.
‘You shouldn’t be here female.’
FAY
What did he know? It was a warm voice that spoke from the shadows. She hadn't really seen him to be honest. Couldn’t. The shadow almost hiding him but not. It was strange but, this was the kind of bar that you hid in so, perfectly normal. She had the impression of a large man. Broad, long hair. In leather of somekind.
She’d made a point of not really looking at the clientele. Didn’t want to give too much eye contact that could be bad. People noticed you when you took their eyes. Quiet head down, staying in the background no one did.
Was that what he was doing?....
None of her business. Nice of him to be concerned though misplaced but he didn’t know that did he? She was more interested in listening. She needed intel. Plus she wasn’t there to pull or interested in knowing him.
She sniggered. Dating? Who had the time. Work ruled. And she was on a job. Wiping the edge of the table, she didn't need to look at him. ‘Yeah, I'm not sure any of us should be here.’
‘So why are you?’
‘The credits why else?’
‘There are other ways you can earn credits.'' He didn’t believe her. She needed to up her game.
‘Yeah well, those would be worse in this area. Do you want another drink?’
‘No.’
Fair enough. With a nod, she wiped the edge of the table and left him.
And had the feeling, that wasn’t going to be the last time she saw him….
Genre: Paranormal Romance