From New York Times and USA Today Best-Selling Author, Rebecca York Ever since settlers from Earth crash-landed on the planet Jalar, they have fought the natives for supremacy. Only when the newcomers find that radiation has turned their men sterile do they pretend to forge an alliance with the tribesmen. To bear children, human women will have to mate with the aliens, whom they think of as barbarians. The Jalarians are inspired by Worf, the very memorable Klingon who served in Star Fleet.
A Klingon's sense of honor makes him a hero worthy of any woman's heart. And Rohan is one sexy lover, too!
On her wedding night, Elena is frightened of giving herself to this fierce warrior.
The room around her seemed to shimmer as he lifted the glass from her hand. She could feel the warmth from the drink spreading throughout her body, making her limbs feel weak, yet, at the same time, energized. "What did you give me?" she asked.
"Something to make you relax," he replied, "to open your mind--and your body--to possibilities."
A stab of fear shot through her, and she had an urge to run from him--though she wasn't certain she could have.
"Don't turn away from me," he said, his voice tingling against her heated skin. "Don't fight what you feel. Let me touch you--your body and your soul."
The drug had made her mind fuzzy, yet she trusted the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes. And she suddenly realized that if she denied him what he asked, she would regret it for the rest of her life. When he took her hand and carried her palm to his mouth to stroke the edge of her index finger against his full lips, she closed her eyes. His mouth looked hard, but it felt soft. Sensual. His large, white teeth closed on her flesh, biting, but not painfully. Only hard enough to send darts of sensation along her nerve endings.
Elena made a small sound, deep in her throat, a sound of pleasure that turned to one of surprise when Rohan gathered her into his arms. His mouth moved along the edge of her jaw, her lips and then her teeth. A shiver went across her skin again. This time, though, it was not a shiver of fear.
He traced his fingertips over her breasts, her belly, then back up again. "So soft. Like the down of sea birds."