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

While I’m writing this, Rion’s reading


over my shoulder. He keeps trying to take the pen from me, saying


he wants more loving. What am I going to do with this boy? He’s


laughing at that. “Love me,” he says. “You know you want


others. Ansel is squatting down over a small patch of grass, his


suit pulled tight across his bony backside. Every now and then,


Rion pokes him onscreen with the tip of a stylus and mutters under


his hand away, but he’s bored and drawn to making fun of the guys


through the vid screens like a little kid. He angles the stylus


between Ansel’s legs and moves it slowly upward, mock-impaling him.


So childish, but who am I kidding? I love his smile and the way he


laughs, even when he’s pretending to fuck Ansel with the


small puddle of that green shit. It’s hot outside—the temperature


Chapter 13