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

Heat surged through his body at the touch of Dryath’s lips. In another time, or at least under other circumstances, Genthry could dig deeper into these feelings and that kiss. Would he always get this hot when Dryath kissed him? He was no untried virgin. He’d been trained for this since he’d been a child, but the only strong emotions he’d ever associated with sex had been negative. Otherwise, it was something to do in between runs, a way to take the edge off.


Dryath could never take the edge off anything. Dryath put the edges right back on again, and sharpened them too. Genthry wanted them there, wanted everything Dryath had to offer. Whether that were sharp edges or a longing from across the galaxy, Genthry would take it.


Chapter 22