Genre: Science fiction/romance
Wulf knows Yakira is his soul mate. The only person he needs to convince is her, but with intergalactic terrorists on Yakira’s trail, there’s little time for romance. What’s a hot-blooded Coletti warlord to do?
Yakira feels safe and cherished with Wulf, but he is a Coletti; the ultimate predator with a taste for blood, a passion for battle and the need to control everything in his life. The big question is; how does she make Wulf understand she’s a powerful psychic with kick-ass bionic limbs and quite capable of taking care of herself?
Wulf nibbled a sensuous path down to my thong-style panties. He took a bite. The expression on Wulf’s face went from turned on to appalled. “Licorice! Colettis are severely allergic to lickric.”
“What?” To my utter horror, his lips ballooned up, his eyes swelled shut and hives covered his face and body. I quickly clamped my hands around his face and sent healing energy into him.
“Our special night was supposed to be sexy and romantic and perfect.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. “And I almost kill you.”
“Oot nek feck.” Wulf switched to mind talk. “It’s not your fault. I have many enemies.”
My temper flared to life. “We are going to hunt them down and leave them on Gansu for the snakes to eat.”
Wulf hugged me to him. “Goddess, I do love you. You are perfect in every way.”
He wiped away my tears. “You have a warrior’s heart. I know you will stand at my side no matter what comes.”
“You bet I will. We’re a team.” A sigh of relief broke from me. His face was still a little puffy, but the hives were entirely gone. I gave him another burst of energy. “You itch anywhere?”
Wulf put a finger to his mouth. “Here.”
The puffiness had vanished, but the playful gleam in his eyes told me he was ready for some bed sport. Drawing on his vast experience, I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue, then delved into his mouth; learning its shape and texture. “Anywhere else?”
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.
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