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Blurb:
In the outer reaches of the Crab Nebula, in a god-forsaken corner of
the sprawling Milky Way galaxy, lies a mine-pocked asteroid
orbiting a red sun...
Nik Nyuth, about to inherit his father’s intergalactic shipping corporation, has come to the infamous Asteroid #6969 to taste the forbidden.
Shaya Maureau, a dancer who has paid dearly for early mistakes in life, wants to leave Asteroid #6969. But, she can’t afford to buy her freedom and knows the lure of an “easy” escape is wrought with danger. Surrounded by evil, she strives to protect herself by trusting no one and hiding her only remaining possession--her face--behind a protective veil.
The moment they meet, Nik is spellbound by the mysterious dancer with the veil. But earning her trust will be nearly impossible. Fortunately for Shaya, Nik’s powers of persuasion are as potent as...the siren’s dance.
Excerpt:
Nik Nyuth was suffering, and it had nothing to do with the toe-curling heat outside.
Who would’ve thought there were angels in hell?
He put his life on the line—figuratively speaking—and leaned back in the rickety chair that had more missing parts than good ones, crossed his arms over his chest to contain his pounding heart, and concentrated on breathing.
Damn, she was amazing. Damn.
The dancer, wearing some kind of translucent scarf costume, pranced down the narrow runway in time to the tinny music playing on the unseen contraption that had to predate earth’s final war, near three hundred years ago. The lights, which barely cut through the thick smoke that hung low like heavy storm clouds, almost illuminated her features. All but her eyes were completely obscured by layers of the shimmering material, and her body—every lip smackin’ curve—was gently skimmed in white light from behind. She seemed to emit light, like a beacon. And in this dusty, bleak, green-hued world, that made her stand out…like a third sun.
Her gaze found his and fixed in place, and his cock grew instantly hard. She had the most intriguing eyes, the color of platinum. And she knew exactly how to use them. That was no amateur fuck-me look. It was a compelling invitation.
I’d be obliged…grateful…ready in a heartbeat…Damn! He wiped the sweat from his brow, which he knew wasn’t the product of the room’s stuffy interior.
After all, that was exactly what he was doing on this godforsaken dust ball of an asteroid. Working out the kinks—literally—before settling down to take over his father’s failing intergalactic shipping business. He knew it was going to be a long road to financial solvency. A brief jaunt in the wilds was called for.
Prepared for a mental cat and mouse chase, he smiled at her and wasn’t surprised when she glanced away. Swallowing a crumb of disappointment at how easily she dismissed him, he let his gaze take in her body’s every nuance as she swayed to the music. Her striptease began at her shoulders. Her hips churning, she removed one, two, three scarves from the metal band at her neck, baring sculpted arms and shoulders, collarbones just begging to be nibbled, and a deep cleft between two still scarf-shrouded breasts.
She turned around and removed more scarves, this time exposing a muscular, toned back wrapped in deep honey-colored skin. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as she looked. His mouth went dry, and without looking, he reached for his drink sitting on the counter in front of him. As he tipped back his glass to drain it, he glanced around the room.
Full of oddball characters, from the slime-covered blob-like Laf-que to the willowy, bug-eyed Pyllin and a few species he’d never seen before, the room was still and quiet. Every being was mesmerized by the beauty on the dance floor.
It sent rage burning through his blood knowing what they all wanted to do with her.
He returned his focus to the dance floor, intent to watch her tease him, removing one scarf after another, each carefully placed to expose only the tiniest sliver of skin when it was shed. He’d kill anything that dared touch her.
So what if this was New Dodge City. So what if fucking was a public pastime, and every free woman on the asteroid was employed in the sex trades, in one form or another. So what if that little lady dancing before him had probably been ridden more than his father’s fleet of ships. She was his now. He’d seen her. He wanted her. He would have her.
Before long, the only scarves remaining skirted around her breasts, making their fullness prominent, mouth watering. And another plunged between two trim legs. He licked lips drier than the dust coating everything in the bordello and loosened his shirt collar.
Pink peaks stood erect on her tits, arrowing right at him, as if they begged for his touch, and he shifted in his chair. Damn if his balls weren’t ready to bust. She caught his gaze again and walked toward him, leaning low until one of those succulent breasts was within reach. He sucked in a deep breath, catching the scent of…jasmine? Here? There was only one source for that extremely rare scent, Earth—Paradise—his home. The familiar aroma stirred homesickness for lush green foliage, clear blue skies…and jasmine flowers.
“Do you want a private dance?” she cooed in a husky voice.
“I want more than that.”
She turned around, bent her legs, and wagged her round ass in front of his face.
Holy shit, it was perfect! He had to touch her. He reached up and ran his hand over a firm cheek.
Heat shot right to his cock, which strained against his trousers.
Her face still obscured by the scarves, she spun around, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, “I’ll dance for you next.”
He reached for the scarf covering her face, and she spun away, shaking her head and a scolding finger at him. “Uh uh! No one sees my face.” And in a swift, breath-stealing motion, she ripped away the scarf from between her legs, lay on the dance floor and spread her legs.
Copyright 2004 Tawny Taylor
What reviewers are saying...
Hidden secrets are forced out in the open, keeping the reader turning the pages to find out what happens next. The sex is hot and the story is told with a large dollop of humor. I enjoyed this book and look forward to reading the other books of this series.
Candy Bezner, eCataRomance reviews
"a fantastic futuristic tale that I enjoyed greatly. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys stories of future worlds in far off places."
Susan White
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Ms. Tawny Taylor has done an excellent job of describing a world where sex and money are the quintessential of the society. Sex may have become a spectator sport but each individual still longs for love. We are given the pleasure of watching love and trust grow as Shaya and Nik maneuver through the obstacles of life. This is a wonderfully erotic story that will leave you believing that dreams do come true when trust and love are allowed to flourish. Many authors find it difficult to write a series built around a world not of their making but Ms. Taylor has done a wonderful job.
