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I would be queen of a world I’d never known.
Have you ever fallen for four perfect guys only to find out they were aliens and, wait for it, newsflash, so are you? Yeah, me neither. At least until I did. Just when I decided I’d rather skip the ride to the stars for life on Earth, my best friend died in my arms and I went a little crazy.
I woke to darkness.
I used to think getting up to go to work every day and paying my bills was hard work, but nothing could have prepared me for the challenges ahead. While my heart had chosen Reese, Briggs, Goran, and Dalton, vengeance consumed my mind. Vengeance for my best friend, vengeance for the men I loved and vengeance for me—because I hadn’t wanted this fight.
Destiny said I’d be queen?
Fine, then destiny can bite my enemies in the ass.
This is a reverse harem and the authors suggest you always read the forwards in their books. This is the second in a trilogy.
When Khloe wakes in darkness she is totally alone, she can’t even feel her men. Then a bright light flashes and suddenly Dalton is there, her darkness even though she can’t feel him. He reassures her she’s not alone then leaves to secure this ship for them leaving the man responsible for her bestfriend Grace’s death for her.
Once she had taken care of him, she turned her attention to Dalton. He wanted to cut her to bring Reese to them, but couldn’t do it so she does it herself. But Dalton is seriously wounded and she needs to do something to keep him alive until Reese and the others reach them.
This is a favorite scene.
We sat in silence, the buzz of the equipment and the faint rumble of the engines our only soundtrack. “Dalton?”
“Yes, Sweet One?”
“Tell me about Charbodey.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” I needed to know it all.
He was quiet for a second. “When we get back on our ship, I can do better than tell you about it. We have a program that I can essentially show you a holographic story. We can all go in together, if you like. Show you around.
That way, you can actually see it with your own eyes. Would you like that?”
Intrigued, I nodded. “I think it’s essential, since I think— no, I know— I need to go there and take the throne.”
Dalton stiffened for a second. “Then that is what shall be.” He pressed a kiss over my pulse. “Why do you wish this now? It’s a complete reversal of what you wanted before.”
A sigh pulled from me as I toyed with one of the straps on his jerkin. “They will never stop coming now. Your statement about the collateral damage was 100% correct. And I can’t find revenge sitting on Earth.”
He squeezed my thigh. “All good reasons. But you can have your revenge sitting on Earth if you wish it. Just command me to go back and do it for you.”
“No.” I leaned against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He shifted beneath me then squirmed. I looked up at his face and then pulled away from him a bit. Blood soaked through the front of his jerkin. “Dalton?”
He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously not nothing.” I tugged the leather open. Sometime in the course of his saving me and eliminating the others who had been here, he’d been injured. I didn’t know because of the dampening of my chip. The wound seeped blood. He’d been knifed, and he’d been walking around like everything was normal.
He met my gaze before he lowered his eyes. “I have promised not to leave you, and I will not. As we don’t have Reese, or any useable medical supplies on this ship, the best thing to do is just to sit still and wait. I’m strong, Khloe, I’ve been hurt before. I will conserve my energy like we are conserving the engines, and we will wait. It will be okay.” He patted his lap. “Please. Your presence close to me is healing.”
“We should bandage it at least, to stop the bleeding.” Then a thought dawned on me. When we talked about talent, the guys said all people with talent had some version of the same things. They just differentiated in who was better at what. When I’d encountered the Jergen, Dalton healed me.
He pulled out more of the gauze, but he did not carry that much in the way of supplies on him. Even pressing the gauze against the injury seemed to do little; it soaked through with blood almost immediately.
“I can help.” I settled on his lap carefully. “My energy can help you heal or at least just sustain you.”
He shook his head. “I would never presume to take your energy. It is for us to feed you, not the other way around.”
The comment sounded like Goran with his bullshit about not sleeping. Men. They were the same across the universe. “No, you are all starved for me.” When he would have objected again, I glared at him. “Are you mine to command or not?”
“There’s that beautiful temper,” he teased, the lazy note in his voice coaxing, but I refused to be lulled.
“Are you going to obey?”
He inclined his head, though still reluctant. I settled my uninjured hand on his chest, just above his heart and a few inches above the wound. His skin was cool and firm beneath my fingers. Closing my eyes, I took several deep breaths. I refused to harm him. The shift along my skin reminded me of the stars that had spread across me with each bonding, the blue stars for Reese, the purple for Briggs, and finally the green for Goran. The patterns swirled together, rich, verdant clouds of power on my skin, a mark of my loves.
As the power shifted, it coalesced along my arm, the blue shimmer tingling and shining a bit bright. With each pulse of my heart, the power began to trickle and flow until the sensation of pins and needles spread through my fingers. I was sending him doses of my energy as gently as I could. I was hardly an expert, so much of it was new, but I focused on the desire to help him.
When Dalton and I bonded, I imagined this would be easier. If Reese were here, he could do it. He was bound to my darkness; all my guys were bound to each other. But between his injury and our location, Dalton and I couldn’t complete the bond alone. He would never allow himself to be rendered helpless until the others arrived.
Still, I could do this.
He jolted slightly before his obsidian eyes took on an almost dreamy quality, his expression softened. “Khloe.”
“That feels good?” I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“Good is not the right descriptor.” He massaged my nape.
I recognized a few things right away. I wasn’t Reese, and despite his proclamation of being perfectly fine at managing this, Dalton was not going to last if we didn’t get him to Reese.
“I want to see your hologram, but I want to hear you talk about it, too. Please. Tell me about our home.”
Dalton needed to keep talking. I didn’t know how long we’d have to wait for help, but we would make it, even if I had to order him to stay alive every second we did.
The corners of his mouth turned up with the ghost of a smile. “You are my home, Sweet One.”
“Charming,” I complimented him. “And you know what I meant.”
The soft huff of his breath on my cheek as he laughed managed to make me smile. “Yes, I did. Very well, if I cannot persuade you otherwise.”
“No,” I said. “You can’t.” I nestled my cheek to him as he seemed to relax in the chair, and I focused on keeping the flow steady. If I had to drain every drop from myself, I would.
Dalton would not die.
Heather Long; Rebecca Royce. Deal Breaker: Heart of the Nebula Book 2 (Kindle Locations 214-262).
The guys arrive in time to save Dalton, and Briggs removes the dampener and Khloe can once again feel the bonds. Things don’t get really exciting until after she bonds with Dalton although they do get very steamy.
I love the ship and how it does things to please Khloe. The Scepter is still a bit of a mystery as well as powerful. Many surprises are in store for all of them and each page is either steamy or informative.
I really can’t wait for the conclusion to this trilogy!
5 Contented Purrs for Heather and Rebecca!
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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.
When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.
I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
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