Hotter on the Edge

by Erin Kellison

  "She's always hungry." In the beginning it seemed as if Lake couldn't get enough food. Hudson assured her that she could use some extra padding on her bones, but she wasn't so sure that eating them out of house and home was the way to do it.

  "He needs food to be big and strong." Hudson nuzzled her neck.

  "I've been thinking," Lake tried to ignore what he was doing to her.

  "Dangerous."

  "You said when I got with child we could negotiate new terms."

  Hudson looked up. "Lake, you have to know, I'd never sell any of our children. No matter what."

  Lake shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Are you trying to get out of negotiating?"

  "Never, since I always win our negotiations." Hudson murmured against the special spot on her neck. It had come as a surprise to both of them that being kissed there drove her wild. "My terms are still the same, both A and B parts of rule one are still off the table.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the coarse feel of it between her fingers. "I was thinking more along the line of having my name tattooed on your back. Make this marriage more of a joint ownership."

  He laughed or was it a snort. It was hard to tell. In one quick movement he was on top of her and had her legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth level with hers. "Not a chance."

  Her whole world became focused on what body parts were flush against hers. "Come on, I need at least one part of you to claim as my own. How about a tattoo on your arm?"

  "How about the bottom of my foot?"

  "How about across your chest?"

  "How about my heart?"

  "Agreed."

  "Agreed." And he kissed her.

  Lake and Hudson battle on

  in HOTTER ON THE EDGE 2...

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  TO KEEP A WIFE

  KC Klein

  In the shards of civilization ruined by a global war, Lake has gotten the life she never dared dreamed of—a safe haven, and the love of a good man, her husband, Hudson Black Creek. But Lake’s hard-won happiness doesn’t last long when powerful Elders lay siege on Black Creek Manor in retaliation for a past defiance. As Lake watches everything she loves go up in flames, she sacrifices herself for the chance to keep Hudson and her brother alive. Syon, a diabolic Elder with his own agenda, will push Lake to her breaking point, forcing her to compromise—heart and soul— in order to survive.

  Hudson wakes from a head wound to find that his whole world is reduced to ashes. With no memory of why he’s sacrificed everything for a woman whose name is tattooed on his chest, Hudson is determined to make his heart match the emptiness of his mind, and wipe out everything except the hatred for those who are to blame—the Elders and the wife he sought to protect.

  As evil and fear spread across a war-torn land, Lake and Hudson are tested like never before, and both will have to forgive betrayals and risk greater heartbreak if they want a chance at saving their lives… and their love.

  ***

  She kneeled before her husband, taking a moment to imprint his scent in her memory, the one underneath the blood and sweat, the one that was uniquely him. Her palm cradled his cheek slicked with blood. They’d already said their good-byes. Already apologized, kissed, and whispered they loved each other. There was nothing left to say. Except…

  “No, I’m not going to let it end like this. Not like this. There’s another way.”

  Hudson turned his face and kissed her palm. The jam on the door splintered. It said a lot that no one jumped at the loud crack. How many more rams? One? Ten?

  His brown eyes were warm. The same color as soft leaves in autumn. The color of the rich soil that had been their life, the color of safety and love. The color she’d hoped her unborn child would have.

  “I don’t regret it, you know. I don’t regret the day I bought you from the auction. The day I unknowingly took home a Rebel spy and you tried to kill me.” He laughed at the memory. Funny what seemed amusing now. “I don’t regret any of it.”

  She couldn’t cry. All her tears had dried up days ago. But she could regret. Wished she’d been beheaded on that auction block. Never met Hudson and caused him such pain. Never found a new purpose for her life. Maybe one could out-run fate, but not for long.

  “I’m the one they want. Take Vonn. Hide under the bed. I’ll make them believe that you both are dead. But if I hide, they will kill you, and I’ll be captured anyways.”

  Hudson laughed. He threw his head back and laughed. Red filled his mouth and colored his teeth. The sound chilled her more than the pounding on the door and the crackle of flames from above.

  “After all this, you think I’m going to hide under the bed and watch them take you? After all this, you still don’t trust me to care for you until the end? I promised to protect you with my life, and just because the end came quicker than I’d liked doesn’t make my promise any less.”

  He stood. Wiped his blade on his pant leg. “When I go, I plan on taking as many of those hooded cowards with me as possible.”

  She knew Hudson would put up a fight. Expected nothing less. But now was not the time for bravery. She had to choose her words carefully. She had only one chance to convince him. One chance to keep him and Vonn alive.

  She reached up, framed his face with her hands, and looked straight into his eyes. She needed him to see how sure she was. How right. “No, my love, this is not how this will go down. You’ve fought. You’ve fought bravely. But each of us has our own load and this one is not yours to bear—it’s mine. Do this for me. For Vonn. For a chance.”

  She turned to Vonn. “Go under the bed. Find the false door and climb inside.”

  “Are you coming?”

  She shook her head, but couldn’t form the word. “Hudson will be right behind you. Hurry.”

  She sighed with relief as she watched Vonn scramble under the huge four poster frame. When she’d first seen Hudson’s room, she remembered thinking the bed was fit for a king—she looked back at her husband—she’d no idea how right she’d been.

  There was a hardening in Hudson’s features, and she knew he hadn’t been convinced yet. “What kind of man do you take me for? I am no coward to hide behind a woman or a little boy. You are my wife. Only when I’m dead will they be able to get to you.”

  What she didn’t tell him was that death had been hanging over his head for a week. He’d lost so much blood and the wound to his head… She had no idea how he was still standing. She set her own jaw. Her heart found a pace she hadn’t felt for days. Fear flooded her system and with it the energy to drag him, if needed, to see reason.

  “You brave fool.” She shook him as much as she dared. “Listen to me, this is the only way. They won’t stop until they have me. If I’m not found, they will run you through and search this room until they do. But if you hide—no, listen—if you hide with Vonn, maybe God will smile on us, and maybe they’ll believe you’re dead. And then…” She took a breath almost too afraid to speak the words. What she wanted was for him to hide, stay alive, forget about her, and go on with his life. What she wanted was for him to take care of Vonn, find happiness, and rebuild his life. But this was not the time to fight a battle she would lose. This time she had to win. “And then you can come after me.”

  She let the words sink in and saw when they registered in his eyes. Her husband knew the count, just as she did. He’d seen all the death and destruction around them. He knew what followed when the bedroom door broke. This was their only hope.

  His breath came in gasps, and he swallowed hard as honor got stuck on the way down. “I will find you.”

  She nodded. Of course he would. She believed him. She wasn’t one to trust easily, but over the short time they’d been together he’d found a way into her heart. He’d painstakingly built her trust with soft spoken words and the steadfastness of promises kept.

  Hudson tunneled his fingers through her hair and pulled her face a mere inch from his. His eyes burned with the same intensity as the flames
above. “Don’t give up. Don’t you give up on us. This will work. Trust me, Lake. I will come for you.”

  His lips came down on hers in a brutal kiss, making more of his promise than his words, then he dropped down and dragged himself under the bed.

  There was a stilled moment where the crackle of flames and the long pause of the ramming log was all she could hear. A moment when her courage faltered, when fear threatened her resolve. I don’t want to die.

  Then her time was up, and the massive door splintered apart.

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  ENSLAVED BY STARLIGHT

  Jessa Slade

  Chapter One

  Corso Deynah, captain of the Asphodel, was dreaming of space—of nothing, really—when the sharp buzz of an incoming priority one signal rattled the wall comm. He hated the convenience of two-way voice activation in equal parts for the laziness and the intrusion, so he'd disabled it in his stateroom a nanosecond after making the light cruiser sheership his own. Which meant he had to haul his ass out of the berth to answer.

  Naked, he staggered through the darkness to the wall unit, secure in the knowledge he had left nothing to trip over. He slapped his palm over the comm to silence the buzz. Thumbing the light meter up a notch brightened the austere room from stygian to gloomy.

  "What's the thrice-tangled emergency, Patter?" The question sounded harsher than he intended. Dreams of nothing sometimes had that effect on him.

  But instead of his first's outer-system drawl coming through the speaker, the screen blazed to life with the vivid face of a woman. A stranger to him.

  Less of a stranger now, he supposed. Judging by the way her citrine-bright gaze flicked up then down, his glitching comm vid had provided a wide-angle view and she'd already seen more of him than had any females of his intimate encounters recently. Recent in cosmological terms, anyway. This stunning female eclipsed those distant memories like the Asphodel's powerful proton afterburners would obliterate an antique light bulb.

  At least now he'd have something to dream about.

  His finger hovered over the disconnect. "Wrong number, eh?"

  She cleared her throat, a husky sound. "Captain Deynah?"

  His brows rose in surprise. "Yeah?" He might answer the comm more often if Patter sounded like this. Low, warm, and just a little rough. Her voice matched the visuals nicely. She had the opulent coloring of a hydro orchid: white skin, root-dark hair in myriad looping braids around her round face, and vermillion lips that lured him in with the promise of nectar. In space, of course, flowers were rare and insanely expensive. And pests like him were kept far, far away.

  Her yellow-green gaze drifted downward and paused. He didn't bother hiding himself. When a man got up, well, sometimes he got up.

  "Good morning, Captain. I'm sorry to…rouse you so early."

  The amused quirk of those red lips, wrapping with a purr around the words, roused him more. The tug in his groin ached. Unused muscles were like that. He ignored the twinge and leaned toward the screen. "How did you break my ship's secure thread?"

  Her lips thinned, bleaching some of the wild color from their seam, and a hint of the red reappeared in her cheeks. Anger or remorse? Not that he cared, not when she'd broken into his ship.

  "I have a proposition for you, Captain. Of the business sort. Perhaps you would be more comfortable in uniform."

  This time, he couldn't stop himself from crossing his arms, but he straightened his shoulders too. "No uniform. I'm not military." Not anymore.

  Fighting the tight stance, the scars across his shoulder blades pinged a reminder that the past might be behind him, but never all that far. And some memories, even an afterburner's scorching plasma flare couldn't wipe out, though his sweet Asphodel did her best.

  On his screen, the gemstone sparkle of the woman's eyes flickered behind a rapid blink of long dark lashes. "Maybe you'd like a robe then?"

  Was that desperation in her raw honey voice? The thought bothered him more than he cared to admit. He didn't want to be bothered, not by anyone—definitely not by anyone whose lips reminded him of nectar.

  He snagged the gray coverlet off the bed and yanked it around his waist, knotting the ends at his hip. "I'm not a business man either."

  "An independent business man, shall we say?" Now she definitely sounded desperate.

  "Say mercenary. That's the naked truth." He returned the quirk of lips she'd given him earlier, though he knew his smile lacked the velvety allure of hers.

  She inclined her head so the looping braids brushed her high collar. "Very well, Captain Deynah. What I propose—"

  "And you are who, again?"

  Though the onscreen view was cropped tight to her face, the tips of her fingers crept into the frame when she touched her throat. The collar of her tunic camouflaged what she was reaching for, but from the placement of her hand, he guessed she was wearing a necklace, something she caressed for comfort, or as a reminder of her own. Like his scar, but probably prettier.

  "I am Benedetta Galil of Qv'arratz. Due to an unprovoked attack, we find ourselves in need of immediate armed defense."

  A burst of adrenaline surged through his blood, but he squelched the instinctive reaction. "Didn't I say already I'm not military? Contact your system representative."

  "I very much fear covert forces operating under Universalist Union orders may be the ones who attacked us." Her fingers, still curled at her throat, moved when she swallowed. She was right to be afraid if planetary jurisdiction put her at the mercy of her own marauding government; no one else would help.

  The innocent vulnerability made his hand fist in the coarse fabric around his waist, as if he could reach out and wrap his big hand around hers to smooth away the fear.

  But he wasn't looking for a fight right now, he reminded himself. And he never wanted that particular fight ever again. Vulnerable innocents might be saved—but only for a while. In the end, innocence died and vulnerability was forever. "You aren't in danger at this moment." He pitched his voice between a question and a statement.

  "There was one high-orbit volley from outside our sensor range and an anonymous ultimatum delivered. We can't hold off another assault with the resources currently at our disposal."

  The Universalist Union was generally considered civilized and orderly. It controlled access to numerous threads through the sheerways. And—like all the federations, alliances, and coalitions that had divided most of known space—the UU was always interested in acquiring more. The four hundred years since the discovery of the sheership biotech that provided access to the stars hadn't been enough time to teach humanity to share. "Give them what they want."

  "We can't do that."

  "And you think I will do what?"

  She lowered her chin a notch and her clenched hands dropped out of the picture. "Dissuade them. You've done it before."

  The twinge across his shoulders sank deeper into his chest, toward his heart. That burned-and-bloody turn of fortune on L-Sept wasn't a secret—hard to keep secret the total destruction of a planet; the orbiting body count in the Lasa system now went directly from L-Sext to L-Octo—but he didn't want to be reminded of that either. "The price was high."

  "And we'll pay you a matching price this time." Her citrine eyes suddenly glittered. "Since you are a mercenary now, the terms will no doubt be adequate. You could buy a bed wide enough for more than one pillow. Perhaps even a robe."

  A weaker man in his state of undress might have withered at the astringency of her words, which seemed less vulnerable and innocent than a moment ago. Corso hardened his smile. "Send me your adequate terms. Obviously you already have my secure comm link."

  She nibbled at her lower lip, and for the first time, he noticed she was young, barely out of her second decade. The poise with which she held herself—not to mention those lips—had distracted him. "I don't want my name sent across every—"

  "You hacked my ship, Etta. I think we've already skipped the proprieties."

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bsp; Her gaze locked on his and narrowed, as if she wanted to read something written across his pupils. "I am called Benedetta," she reminded him tersely. Then she glanced down and in a moment text scrolled across the lower half of his screen.

  His attention fixed on the credit balance column. "You'd need double this amount to hire a private patrol—triple for an active engagement force. This wouldn't cover armament or probable-kill bonuses."

  "The credits are not all we have." Her tone wobbled then steadied again though her face in the screen was stiff and still. "Please continue."

  He scanned onward. "You're giving me . . . a l'auralya?"

  "A treasure beyond compare. To sell to the highest bidder for riches enough to make you a king. Or to keep for yourself to become the envy of kings."

  He lifted one eyebrow. "And if I keep scrolling down, is there a unicorn on the next page?"

  The riot of color that had chased around her face blazed higher in her cheeks. Definitely anger this time. "Certainly even a mercenary such as yourself has heard of the l'auraly." Gone was the lilting, almost poetic tone she'd used a moment before to peddle her alleged treasure.

  "I've heard of unicorns too, but I still don't believe in them." He admired the way his amusement turned her yellow-green glare to sharp tarnished copper.

  "You think the elected head of the joint Tiangu worlds imagined his l'auralya? You think the Priestess of Eldaq V was tricked into presenting her l'auralyo as her sacred consort?" She leaned in. With the closer focus, the gold flecks in her eyes blazed like miniature suns. "L'auraly have attended the births of nations and the deaths of emperors. They have inspired epics in every art form and breakthroughs in every branch of science. They have started wars and ended them. That is the payment—the extraordinary gift—I am offering you in exchange for a bit of armament and a few kill bonuses."

  Her vehemence startled him, almost disrupting his smirk. But he persevered. "I'm not saying they don't have a clever story, or that the universe isn't dim enough to buy it, but . . ."