Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.
Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.
Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?
His expression froze as his gaze homed in on the insignia on her breast pocket, his eyes like chips of blue ice. “You work for the Union.”
“I work for myself.”
“Then why are you wearing the insignia of the Global Union of Earth And Allied Planets?”
“I have a license to requisition any enemy ship trespassing in the sectors of space over which they hold dominion.”
“A licensed pirate in the pay of the Global Union.,” Kerry’s eyes showed outright contempt. She almost preferred the icy coolness.
“I prefer to think of myself as a freelancer—doing a service.”
His expression did not change, although he did change tack. “You could have left me to die—or just shot me. Why didn’t you?”
“Call it a personality flaw. I don’t like abandoning someone who’s wounded, even to save my own skin. And I don’t kill in cold blood. If I have to shoot someone, I’d rather they were facing me, with their eyes open.” Even if I did swear to leave their dead body for the Union to use in their hideous experiments. Keep it casual. Don’t let him guess what’s really in your mind.
To her amazement, he smiled, the most devastating smile she’d ever seen, and made even more remarkable because he didn’t look as if he did it very often.
“My own philosophy as it happens. It seems almost a pity we are on opposite sides.”
“I have no love for the Union. That puts us on opposite sides, even if you are just a pirate, doing their dirty work for them.”
She gave him her best withering look. “Fine. And just because I decided to save your hide, don’t get any ideas. We don’t have to like each other.”
About the Author:
For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed reading and writing Westerns, Science Fiction/Fantasy and Adventure stories – always with a strong romantic element. I have published several short stories,including a Western romance about Wyatt Earp’, which was short listed in the Lady Short Story competition and subsequently published in that magazine. I was also shortlisted for a ‘Writers News’ short story contest.
Although most of my stories tend to be futuristic, the worlds I create are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature. My characters often have to fight the elements and the terrain itself. My heroes are strong and courageous, but chivalrous and honourable – and of course, handsome and hunky. My heroines are also strong and courageous, but retain their femininity and charm. My tales are set in other times and worlds, but one thing remains constant. The power of love. Love, not only between my hero and heroine, but between friends and siblings, and for their home and the creatures that share it.
My first novel, ‘Starquest’, a futuristic romance was published by The Wild Rose Press, followed by a sequel, ‘Children of the Mist’. A third story in what has become ‘The Destiny trilogy’ ‘Beloved Enemy’, is contracted with the same publisherand will be published on March 11th 2016. and my novella about the Greek Muse, Terpsichore, originally published by them, is also available, from Smashwords or my website.
I love all animals, especially horses and enjoy Western riding. I live with my long suffering husband, Dave, in a small village in England although I hope eventually to return to my native rural Wales. I have two horses, a ferrel cat and an adopted terrier called Choccy. I usually manage to sneak some sort of horse or unicorn into my stories. (Oh, and in case you’re wondering, ‘Hywela’ is Welsh and is my first name. Since I’ve always been called by my second name, Lyn, I thought I’d combine the two and use Hywela Lyn as my pen name)