The Earthling Tasmin Robinson, consort to Prince DeMarcus, has been kidnapped by separatist cultists. LaJesa is a trained warrior and resents being sent after the prince's wayward Human. To make matters worse, she's forced to work with an Earth soldier, Master Sergeant Thaxton Mick, the most infuriating creature she's ever met.
LaJesa's no separatist, but she's worked hard to gain the respect of her fellow warriors, and that has meant putting heart and soul into her work. She's got no time for relationships. Certainly not with some annoying Human. And she's definitely not falling in love with him. No matter how skilled, or handsome, the Human proves to be, she needs him to concentrate on his job, not on seducing her.
Can they save the consort without killing each other in the process?
~~~Excerpt~~~Shielding her eyes against the bright Auroran midday sun, Lady LaJesa looked out into the distance. No sign of the Earthling. She sighed. Years of training and devotion had finally paid off. She'd been called to service in the palace -- for a human. The insult was almost unbearable.
LaJesa loved her prince and the seven kingdoms, but the idea of running off to find the prince's pet irritated her. The Earthling's military presence on the capitol world needed to end. She'd come from Bellatine. This was the second largest world under the Star Throne's control. Most on Bellatine agreed Aurora had no reason to humor the inferior Earthlings.
Of all the Earthlings, the United States variety seemed the most rude. They had no respect for Auroran values. If she weren't waiting for her tag-along Earthling, she'd have the consort returned by evening meal. LaJesa required no outside assistance with this simple task.
Her heavy zora required adjustment. The blade was the traditional weapon of her people, and still in use on her home world. Twisting the belt at her waist, she managed to find a more comfortable position on her hip for the beloved family steel. Her father's father had forged the beastly weapon himself and of all her siblings, she'd been the one to inherit the fine blade. She had the blood of the first Auroran warlord in her veins. There was no need for the alien to delay her. She'd be the one to return the consort to her prince.
This wouldn't even be happening if the prince did his duty and married seven wives as was traditional. A monogamous bond corrupted. If her prince had a harem to occupy him, he'd be far less concerned with one alien female.
Looking up she noticed someone moving in the distance. Her mouth fell open. The foolish Earthling wore the uniform she'd seen their men wear on patrol. Strange, splotchy colored heavy canvas garb. The Earth fabric would hold in the heat of the sun. Not a safe choice. He'd probably be dead in two hours. Good riddance. She had to allow him to follow her, but the prince hadn't ordered her to keep the man alive.
A warrior who couldn't do the battle dance well wouldn't live long. Her prince had said he'd be the best they had. Earth would be easily conquered if this were the best they had to offer.
As he moved closer, she noticed he was attractive -- for an alien. His chin had a cleft. He looked young, far too young, but a jagged scar on his cheek gave her some hope. If he'd earned the mark in battle then he might be redeemable. She had to admit he was one of the most sensual looking males she'd ever seen. He moved with confidence. She watched the way his muscles bulged underneath the cumbersome clothing.
The Earthling passed through the gate. His armband gave him uninterrupted permission to enter. The guards held back as he came to a stop in front of her.
"You are Thaxton of the Mick clan?" she asked him in English. Her skill with the language wasn't yet perfect, but it was better than most Aurorans spoke. She believed in knowing her enemies.
"Master Sergeant Thaxton Mick, United States Marine Corps. And who are you, Sexy?"
The man spoke with a husky accent that made the Auroran words even more beautiful, but he clearly had confused the word woman for sexy. She decided to correct him in English. "You meant to say LaShal for woman or Ge'AmShal for lady. I am not nobility, so LaShal is fine."
"You speak English well, Ge'Amou." He replied in English, but called her sexy in Auroran again.
She felt the heat of a flush on her cheeks. "I am a warrior of the royal guard, and as such I deserve your respect. Do not trifle with me or I will show you how well I fight, Earthling."