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| ENSLAVED She’s got him right where he wants her. Dominion sentinel Kaela Garrett will go to any lengths to gather evidence against a suspected traitor, even if it means auctioning off her body to the highest bidder. Posing as a slave should have been the perfect cover to gain access to an exclusive gala. Only she hadn’t anticipated a sexy treasure salvager with a grudge outbidding everyone—including her mark—to possess her. Lorcan Hunt can’t believe the very sentinel who had him arrested six weeks ago is on the auction block, completely at his mercy. What better way to get even—and pass the time until his next job—than force her to submit to every new and wicked revenge he can imagine? His every demand for her submission, however, comes with a price: a burning need that slides under his skin and grows stronger with every concession she makes. When Kaela finally gives in to the fierce desire between them, Lorcan finds himself hopelessly caught in an impossible choice. Honor the commitment binding him to his next job—or hold onto the one woman he can never have. EXCERPT “Fix this, Kaela.” A direct order, though how her commanding officer expected her to fix anything escaped her, especially when she stood in the middle of a stage being appraised up close and personal by her new prime. She closed her eyes. Being purchased by Varek’s dealer had been part of the plan, the end result of donning little more than scrap material and a brand on her hip. She’d be damned if putting herself on display and marking her skin was all for nothing. Unfortunately, Lorcan outbidding the dealer was so far off her list of potential variations to the plan, it didn’t even register. Not even with him at her back, his fingers trailing slowly up her backbone until he reached the nape of her neck. The sweep of his thumb along the top of her shoulder made it hard to think about how much he’d just screwed everything up. Hard, but not impossible. “Withdraw your bid,” she hissed, ignoring the caress of his hand at the small of her back. He laughed, the rich, dark sound just loud enough for her. “Or what, you’ll have me arrested? Oh wait, you already did that.” The bells at her waist twinkled softly as he ran his finger along her hip, dipping beneath the silk. “You’re interfering with an ongoing investigation—” “You interfered with my business.” “You—” “Saved your ass from rotting on the Outer Rim.” He circled around her. “But some people have funny ways of showing their gratitude.” “There’s no profit in this for you.” Not with the outrageous sum he’d bid on her. A fact in and of itself that worried her. Doubling his bid hadn’t been necessary. Varek’s dealer had already withdrawn and the felon with the scar—she’d glimpsed the skull and lightning bolt tattoo of Dadelus penal colony on his biceps—had been ready to follow suit. Lorcan had offered almost as much money as she made in a year, and if that wasn’t enough to signal how serious he was… “This has nothing to do with making a profit.” He tipped her face up, his long fingers gently spanning her throat. “And everything—” his lips whispered across her cheek, “—to do with revenge.” Get a sneak peek at Chapter One! |
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