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Summoned to the side of her
ex-lover, Megan has to deal with fury, lust, and assassination
attempts. Einar seems to bring all of her passions to the surface.
Excerpt: Megan Bander drummed her fingers on the armrest of the seat of the private shuttle. The world below teased her with azure oceans and green and gold swathes of farms. It was a horrible taunt to her gravity-starved senses, knowing that she was not allowed to land on the surface. “Ma’am. We are docking. Please lock in for landing.” The Essengar servant was diffident, but didn’t look too impressed with her. The disdain in his ice blue eyes was unmistakable. Meg didn’t care. Her beloved space Viking had called her to come for a visit. They had been psi trackers together for two years before he was called home. They had been lovers for only a day when he left her. She tried not to hold that against him. The reason for this summons was a little muddled. He either wanted her help or just wanted to reminisce over old times. Whichever one it was, she had been assigned to attend Essengar Station and this shuttle had been sent by the Essengar High Command to pick her up. The ship rocked and she buckled her harness as it shifted in the forced gravity and shielding of the station. Megan took in the turrets trained on them as they glided the last few feet into the docking area. Someone was taking security seriously. “Why all the extra security?” She wasn’t really expecting an answer, but the servant responded. “The War Master is visiting the station. There have been several attacks on his life recently and with no heir, he is in constant danger.” “Oh.” So she was meeting with Einar and the War Master was on the station. Not horrible, she just needed to avoid the knots of security when they were on the station. She was only going to be there for a few days she hoped. “Docking is complete. You may release your harness. An escort is waiting for you at the foot of the steps.” The servant stood solemnly and took her bag from her when she tried to retrieve it from storage. “Your bag will be delivered to your quarters.” “How do you know where I will be?” She quirked her eyebrow. She knew the answer, she just wanted to hear him say it. “The War Master has arranged your quarters adjoining his own. Go now, he does not like to be kept waiting.” Einar had been upgraded to War Master. It wasn’t unexpected—he had always been driven, but to rule the smaller fiefdoms of an entire planet was reaching a little high. Straightening her shoulders, she exited the ship and at the base of the steps was the escort that had been sent to get her. Twelve armed guards snapped to attention when she appeared. “Psi Tracker Megan Bander, welcome to Essengar Station. Please, come this way.” They were wearing deep blue tunics and deep brown leather trousers and boots. Megan felt the corner of her mouth kick up when she remembered her ex-partner’s penchant for leather pants. Apparently, it was a cultural thing. She walked into the centre of the group and opened her senses wide as they started to make their way into the station. The men around her were curious, respected the War Master and were completely baffled as to why he wanted this stranger instead of the Essengar women who were lined up to warm his bed. Whoa. His bed? Megan wasn’t sure what she thought about that. Sure, he was hot, but that wasn’t everything. He had left her without a second thought five years ago. What could have happened to change his mind? Her escort drew a lot of attention. The population of the station was trying to determine the reason for her escort and a few were wishing her ill because of her very presence in their sovereign space. Her blood started to hum in her veins when she thought about Einar, but she squelched it until she could see him in person. She was conflicted. When the honour guard stopped outside the doors, she realized that the sparsely occupied hall they were passing through was where her ex-partner was living. They passed those doors and went to the next set, “Ma’am. Your quarters. Wait until we determine they are clear and then you may rest and freshen up after your journey.” His gaze took in her loose ship suit, the standard uniform that she preferred. “Should I wear another colour?” “There will be a formal dinner. You may wish to dress more appropriately.” He stood beside her while they waited for the guardsmen to finish their inspection of her rooms. “I can be appropriate if the situation calls for it. Oh, look. My luggage.” A nervous attendant brought up her bag to her from the ship. “I will be able to find something in here for dinner. Don’t worry.” The guard looked dubiously at the pack, imagining that no proper clothing could come from so small a duffel. “We will call on you before the dinner. Have a nice rest.” Entering the chambers with her clothing clutched in her arms, she would have gasped if it wouldn’t have gotten the attention of her guards. Her favourite colours, ice blue and pale gold were covering every surface in the suite, from the dressing table, the bedding to the drapes around the window that overlooked the central green house. It was heaven. She never wanted to leave. Putting her pack on the bench at the foot of the bed, she backed up and with a happy cry, launched herself into the huge bed, then rolled back and forth, wallowing in the scent of crisp, clean linens. A slow, methodical clapping came from a corner of her room and she twisted in place to glare at the intruder. “Welcome to Essengar station, Megan. I have missed you.” She snorted and faced her demon on her knees. “I just bet you have. You have had a rough time of it. I always made things so easy for you.” He stood slowly, letting her take in his magnificence, for he was truly a sight to behold. On earth, he would have been a model, an actor or a man who had women that let him use them as paving stones. Her self-control held until he opened his arms and she gave in to the urge to run forward and wrap herself around him. The hug warmed parts of her soul that she thought were long frozen. She missed him, body and soul. The only satisfaction that she got was that he was holding her just as tightly. She let go before he did and leaned back in his embrace. “I made it easy for you again, didn’t I?” “Nothing has ever been easy with you, Megan.” He rested his forehead against hers and simply breathed her in. His eyes were closed, hiding the glorious blue with the slitted pupils, but his blond hair slid around them both, giving them a small bit of privacy that was only them. She broke the intimacy deliberately. “So, I hear you are High Commander. That must be fun. How is your wife?” He slowly opened his eyes. Her blood ran cold at what she saw there. “She died in childbirth, but your daughter survived.”
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