Running a bar on the edge of civilized space teaches you to spot danger. What it doesnt teach you is how to resist a seven-foot alien warrior with predators eyes and a growl that makes my knees weak.
As a bartender on Novas Edge station, I thought Id seen it all. Then a Vinduthi warrior walked into my bar, all rippling muscle and predators grace, and turned my world upside down.
Now Im helping him investigate disappearing children while trying to ignore how his touch sets every nerve ending on fire. Tyrix says Im his mate, says hell keep me safe, but Ive never felt more in danger. Not from the conspiracy were uncovering, but from the way my heart races every time he growls my name.
They say a Vinduthis mate bond is forever. What they dont tell you is how addictive forever can be.
