Fiction Romance, Ménage Romance, Romantic Suspense
Published: May 19, 2019
Hark and Noah Kabot are deep space salvagers, partners in business as well as
in life. While investigating an old ship, they discover a cryo chamber holding
the frozen body of a beautiful woman who’s been asleep for thirty-one years.
Against Ronan’s better judgment, they take the chamber and wake her up.
has spent her life living as a sheltered yet unloved princess, until the day
she is forced into cryo stasis. It was only supposed to be for a short time,
but somehow her ship crashed and she became nothing more than a memory.
now everything has changed. A hunter is after her and killing anyone who knows
she’s alive. As they race across the expanse of space, can Ronan and Noah keep
her safe? And what happens when she finally returns home to confront a life
that forgot about her?
moved cautiously through the ship. The thick view windows had cracked upon
impact, allowing dirt and rocks to tumble inside. Everything was washed out,
colorless. Lifeless. He made his way through the broken, silent ship, dreading
to see the cockpit and the remains of the captain. But much to his surprise,
the control room stood empty.
moved to the engine console and wiped off the inches-thick dirt, baring the
powerless control panels. He sat his computer board on it and activated it.
Seconds later the cockpit came to life as the wireless remote downloaded all
the information available. It didn’t last long, and as soon as all the data was
collected, he disconnected the console, shutting down the power surge. The
small area fell silent and lifeless once again.
activated the neural com link with Noah. “Where are you?”
next to a large clump of twisted metal.”
rolled his eyes. “Well, that narrows it down.”
Noah’s distracted voice told him. “I think I found what was causing the power
hesitated, but when Noah didn’t contact him after a minute he went after him,
making his way carefully through the rubble into the back of the ship.
you won’t believe this.”
pushed into the back of the ship, which was actually in much better shape than
the front, and saw him standing next to a large steel box. Through his visor
Ronan could see the surprise covering the younger man’s face.
shook his head. “It’s a cryo chamber. And it’s occupied.”
hurried over. The metal box, also known as a cold coffin, held a sleeping woman
inside. He couldn’t see much of her because of all the tubes obscuring much of
her face, but he could tell she was young, with flaming red hair—a glaring
contrast to the paleness of her features.
like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary
circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or
corporate highrollers. I try to write
characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated
situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the
box. I love writing characters who are
real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption