Bard Welstaad is a model Uni-Fleet officer. He’s not sure what his unit is to accomplish, marching up an icy peninsula in the frozen hell of Gelada, but without his NCO, Gordon Farrell, he knows he could not keep the unit together fighting off Snow Wasps and the savage deadly cold. Not until tragedy strikes does he admit the big sergeant means much more to him than simply being his right hand man.<br><br>Gordon Farrell idolizes his captain, who represents everything he reveres. The threat of imminent death finally forces him to admit the strength of his feelings as he fights to save Bard’s life. With death stalking at their heels, they can only hope to live long enough to share more than a single incredible night. Fate seems to conspire against them at every turn. Still they cling to the frail hope that somehow their love will find a way.

Fire on Ice

Gordon’s lips explored farther, testing and tasting the texture of Bard’s neck, the shape of his ear, the stubble along the side of his jaw. Gordon’s hand splayed across the other man’s flat abdomen. He felt the solid muscle, then traced the line of hair that marched down Bard’s chest, past his belly button and on to his groin. Its texture was crisp but not wiry, and although he couldn’t see, Gordon knew the color would be brown lit with glimmers of copper and gold like the rest of Bard’s hair. Ever so slowly his hand quested lower. He found the thatch of thicker hair and then the warm shaft that came alive at once to his hesitant touch.


Chapter 6