Forsaken Realms:
On The Run, Bounty
Hunters.
“Retrieval specialist” is a fancy term for
high-level corporate bounty hunting and Agent Gemmina Nayar is the best in her
league. She’s a sense-enhanced, level-seven bounty hunter from New Mumbai who
receives an exclusive invitation to track a dangerous criminal on private
property. She arrives on the tropical planetoid eager to hunt and release her
inner tigress, but is disappointed to discover the bounty has already been captured.
Syan is
a Kironian, an off-limits alien race. He’s gorgeous, rugged and all male. Even
sedated and forced to wear an electronic silence collar, he resembles a coppery
skinned refugee from Mount Olympus. Gemmina’s unaware Kironian saliva is loaded
with pheromones that can turn even the most indifferent woman into a willing
mate. A single kiss or bite is sabotage.
When the
mission turns lethal, she realizes she’s not only been tricked into bringing
the wrong man to justice, but the harsh jungle below is a calculated trap.
Read an excerpt:
Four
guards wearing head-to-toe body armor and face shields, and carrying ionized
bang sticks with the tips glowing hot, marched toward her, dragging a
semi-conscious man between them. The captive was slumped forward with head
hanging and a tousle of dark, wavy hair concealing his face. His splayed legs
hung limp, and the toes of his heavy boots dug deep furrows into the beach. The
current sedation seemed to be effective.
A
guard stepped forward. “Opened the skimmer’s bay wider. This is a big guy.”
Gemmina
carefully lifted her feet and dared to take a shaky step or two across the
rolling glass-bead beach.
“Hold
on. Let me have a look at him before I take custody.”
She
removed a handheld scanner from a hip pocket, activated it, and waved it over
the inert captive.
“I’m
looking for possible broken bones, signs of abuse, bruising, internal injuries,
slow- acting poisons, et cetera.... In short, anything that I don’t want to be held
legally responsible for. I’m making a complete virtual record of his physical
condition at the time he was taken into my custody.”
She
scanned the man’s powerful limbs. Syan wore a snug, black pressure suit made of
stretchy fabric that emphasized the curved sweep of thick biceps and broad
thighs. The man was built. Best guess was he’d be at least a head and a half
taller than she was. He appeared to be pure muscle and was likely at least
twice her weight. Without a doubt, he was going to be a challenge to transport,
and she wished she had a bigger ship with a secure gravity-plus chamber to lock
him inside.
The
guard who had removed his face shield appeared concerned. “Is everything all
right?”
“Aside
from mild dehydration, so far everything’s fine, but don’t rush me. Taking a
virtual report is serious business. If a judge ever discovered that I let it
slide before I—”
The
guard interrupted. “No one’s rushing you! Take your time.” Then he made the
spinning fingers motion, which was the universal sign for hurry-up.
With
a gentle touch, she explored the top of Syan’s head. His hair was unlike that
of any species she’d ever seen. It was dense, and the glossy locks that hung to
his chin were such a deep black they shimmered with a purple iridescence
reminiscent of a raven’s feather. Fascinated, she rubbed a few strands between
her fingertips. Kironian hair was gorgeous and felt like silk. Touching it was
mesmerizing.
The
guard frowned. “What are you looking at? Is something wrong?”
“I’m
examining him. I’ve never seen a Kironian before.” She knelt to Syan’s level,
brushed his long hair aside, and cautiously lifted his chin. Her breath caught.
He was stunning with heavy, black brows and rugged features paired with
flawless, coppery skin. He looked like a refugee from Mount Olympus now
collared and bound. He was too damn perfect in a provocative way.
Syan
opened his eyes, which were ringed with lush, black lashes. Just that one
movement appeared to tax him, and the first moments his attention seemed to
drift before coming into focus, but, when it did, his gaze was laser-sharp. Without
blinking he looked directly at her. He had large, commanding black eyes with
the slightest violet sheen. The intensity of a bird of prey shone in their
depths.
His
gaze narrowed and for a moment she imagined he was attempting to speak to her,
in code or through looks. A weird sense of telepathic connection lingered.
Suddenly a rush of jumbled images raced through her mind. The images were
disturbing and violent, and churned unsettling emotions. He opened his mouth as
if he were silently screaming, wriggled one arm free of the guards and lunged
toward her throat with teeth bared.
“Whoa!”
Gemmina leaped backward, toppled, and crawled away on her elbows like a crab
until she sank into the beach sand. “Holy crap! What was that about? This man’s
not sedated!”
The
guards surrounded Syan and delivered a crackling volley of stunning bursts from
their blast sticks until their captive shuddered, fell, and lay limp on the
ground with a trickle of blood running from his bitten lip.
“That’s
enough!” she shouted…”
About the author:
Katalina Leon is an artist and
author who can’t commit to a single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are
historical, Sci-fi, contemporary, and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina
brings a sense of adventure and a touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She
believes there's a daring heroine inside every woman who wants to take a wild
ride with a strong worthy hero.
“Forsaken
Realms” Is part of Bounty Hunters United and Fated Desires Publishing Special
Lines.
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