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251 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 13, 2014



"Probably because he was more drawn to innocence. And freckles."
"The sort of woman that reminded a man of the spring sun and grassy meadows and the innocent joys of youth? "
"Jamie was doubtlessly different from the jaded and hardened female mercenaries, soldiers, and pirates that the crew ran into on missions, not to mention the beleaguered prostitutes that most men had to settle for during shore leave. "

"Maybe I could put on something sexy and give his assistant a sultry smile. I’m not very good at that, but I could probably manage it over the comm. What do you think? Does he look like the sort of man who would make time for a young woman?”

When he had run back to find Jamie, he had been full of the satisfaction of the kill, that feeling of triumph, and he’d had a distinct image in his mind of Jamie throwing her arms around him and proclaiming him her hero.

"Sitting there, getting aroused while her friend and her friend’s lover were having sex wasn’t right."
"Another part of her, the part attached to the heat building in her groin, was too busy observing what she had always been too shy to watch in movies to think straight."
"..part of Jamie wanted to stay, to see what else they did, to maybe slip her hand down between her own legs and try to find some release from the moist heat building there, but she reminded herself that they would likely want to use that bed at some point."


“None of those meatheads on board ever caught your heart?”
“No.” Hazel’s face hardened, and she faced forward again.
Maybe if she smiled at a man once in a while…




... for a moment, he allowed himself to wonder if her answer might be a request for him to show her the ways of love that she had only read about in books.
"Could you take me to fight?" Jamie asked.
His dreams of tender lovemaking shattered. "Er, what?"
Behind her, Sergei squatted, looked under the console, then stood up, reaching for an overhead control box that tinted the windshield when necessary. He plucked a small device off the side of it. A second later, the sliding door disappeared into the wall above it, revealing a hanger full of shuttles like theirs.