Tylar Daire is the navigator on a space mission whose focus is to discover a cure for a mysterious illness killing colonists on Terra. The crew consists of the captain, a soldier for protection, a scientist to study the virus, Tylar himself, and hot-shot ace pilot Rion Z'ev. From the moment Tylar and Rion meet, sparks fly. They try their best to keep their growing relationship from the others, but when they're alone on the bridge during the day, or holed away in the sleeping quarters at night, they can't keep their hands off each other.<br><br>Soldier Jareth is an old friend of Tylar's. When he begins to suspect he's caught the virus they're trying to cure, he swears Tylar to secrecy. But Jareth gets worse, until he can't hide it any more, and he collapses out in the field. Will the crew be able to defeat the virus, or is it too late to save them all?

Navigator's Log

thinking about Jareth and the virus and what I’ll do if he has


it—God, he can’thave it—when the hatch at my feet opened


and someone crawled over top of me into the sleeping bunk. As the


hatch spiraled shut, I reached for the light above my head, but I


knew it was Rion before I clicked it on. I could smell that musky


deodorant he likes to wear, the kind that smells warm and fuzzy and


makes me think of winter and fireplaces and snow. “Hey,” I breathed


as his hands eased beneath my tank top to smooth along my skin.


rose between my legs to press against my already stiffening cock,


and whatever protest I had dissolved into soft moans. I rubbed up


his arms, kneading the flesh beneath my palms. “Rion,” I sighed. I


love the feel of him above me. I couldn’t stop myself from arching


into him, pushing my whole body into his. I wanted him so bad. “We


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