Escaped slave and radical Genthry is facing down his final moments, bound to the execution platform, when some soul detonates the platform and the prison wall. He didn’t plan it, but he’s more than happy to take the opportunity to escape and thumb his nose at fate yet again. By the time he gets his hands on a ship, the authorities have caught up to him in the form of handsome marshal Dryath Riatt. When a passerby knocks the marshal out, Genthry takes Riatt “hostage” to save him from the angry crowd. Dryath knew he shouldn’t have thought the job was done just because he got his hands on escaped killer Genthry. He wasn’t counting on the local crowd jumping in to help the dirtbag escape, the local garrison refusing to lift a finger to help him ... or Genthry being possibly the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Now he’s a captive, restrained, and flying to some unknown destination with a terrorist who doesn’t make him feel unsafe at all. When an encounter with pirates forces a sudden landing, Genthry and Dryath must hide together before either can find safety. Can they overcome their differences, or will these enemies sell each other out before they can find happiness?

See Ya, Space Cowboy

Part of the issue was immobility. Dryath had been held immobile for over thirty-six hours now, and his body had too much energy for him to be able to sleep. The ancient vessel hadn’t come equipped with a brig, and Dryath would have been able to escape a brig anyway, so he had to stay bound.


The rest of his insomnia came from guilt. He should be fighting harder. To be sure, Genthry had bound him well. He knew how these restraints were supposed to work, and he had little doubt that Genthry would simply knock him out if he proved to be too troublesome. He didn’t wantto spend the remainder of the flight unconscious. He didn’t want to enjoy his conversations with Genthry either, but he didn’t seem to have a lot of control over that.


If anyone ever found out, he’d lose his job at the very least.


Chapter 18