Summary:
Her heart says “never”. Her body says “now”.
When a wounded runner stumbles into her workshop, sculptor Talena Spenser’s comfortable, quiet life is shattered. Aiding the escaped slave risks losing more than just her freedom. She is in phase, when Cy’ren females are overwhelmed by the drive to mate.
Mordacki Loren, shadow sword of House Nightfall, knows the pain of losing a mate. He never intended to take another. But Talena, raised by humans with little knowledge of Cy’ren ways, leaves him no choice. As the mating lust consumes them, Dack promises to honor her wishes—even if that means letting her go.
Scarred and hardened by a munitions accident that sent her Alliance career up in flames, Carmen Hawke joined the Cy’ren resistance as captain of the flagship Talon. When old flame Dack returns from a mission with Carmen’s childhood friend and first love, Talena, in tow, the temptation to allow someone—or two someones—close to her again cracks her emotional armor.
Pursued by an unknown enemy, the trio works together to discover the secrets of Talena’s past, and to uncover a threat that could destroy the fragile peace of the Cy’ren homeworld.
Warning: If the epic space battles, gunfights and swordplay aren’t enough to get you going, strap yourself in for a male-female-female threesome that’s scorching enough to fire your engines into overdrive.
Excerpt:
When they reached the docking level, Talena hesitated at the door leading into the terminal. “This is as far as I can take you.”
“Come with me.” Dack placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shied away as though the contact burned.
Tempting, far too tempting. She licked her lips as she resisted the sudden desire to kiss him, stepped back and bumped into the wall behind her. “No. I’m happy here. At least I was, until you showed up. Now go.”
“Don’t you want to be free?”
Talena frowned. He thought she was still a slave? “But I—” she began, but was interrupted by the flare of a laser bolt exploding near them.
“The door,” Dack shouted as he drew his weapon and returned fire.
Talena slapped her palm against the scanner as a volley of bolts hit the walls around them. The door opened and Dack grabbed her arm and hauled her with him as he charged through it. More shots followed as they rushed into the arrival area, and crew and passengers scattered. The door shut and Dack blasted the scanner, jamming the lock and keeping the security team from following.
They hurried on into the terminal and more shots zinged their way, this time from ahead of them. Dack skidded to a halt next to an arrival counter and ducked behind it, pulling Talena down with him.
“Let go of me,” she demanded.
Dack peered around the corner of the counter and jerked back as a bolt scored the floor near him. “Malenson’s between us and my ship.”
“That’s your problem. Let go!”
“I can’t leave you here. They’ll arrest you.”
“You put a gun to my head. I think they’ll understand.”
The computer screen on the counter above them exploded, raining pieces of plastic over them. Dack grimaced. “The Eppes aren’t real understanding.”
Panic gripped Talena, and she struggled to breathe past the fear. He could be right—she didn’t know about this mysterious Eppes group, but the authorities might not care if she was coerced. She’d helped a runner, and now she was as guilty as he was.
“Stay behind me. I’ll clear the path, you get the door. Ready?” he asked.
No, she thought, but she nodded. Better to get it over with before she fainted from terror.
Guest Post:
Like many of my books, Nightfall began with a scene that got stuck in my head. Usually these ideas pop up in dreams, or in the shower (I don’t know why plot bunnies attack me in the shower, maybe they’re attracted to the shampoo). I had this image of the hero, Dack, stumbling into the heroine’s shop, suffering from a terrible wound and desperate for her help. At the time I was concentrating on my urban fantasy series, the Bad Witch books, but this scene wouldn’t leave me alone. So one afternoon I wrote it down in my notebook while sitting outside my favorite local coffee shop. I had no idea why Dack needed Talena’s help, or where they would go from there, but I knew I would figure it out eventually. I let the story sit for almost a year, and when I came back to it everything flowed, almost writing itself.
I’ve always had a love of sci fi, and I wanted to write an epic space opera. Nightfall gave me the opportunity to have fun with laser gunfights and starship battles, mixed with galactic politics and the bonus of a steamy love story. Dack and Talena came to me from the beginning, but Carmen showed up later. She was a character who arrived in the story and informed me that she’d be important, so I should pay attention to her. I loved creating their romance and watching the three of them discover in each other what they need to become whole. Together they’re a force to be reckoned with, off to fight evil and save the galaxy. Nightfall was a ridiculous amount of fun to write, and I hope my readers enjoy the ride.
Author bio:
Robyn Bachar was born and raised in Berwyn, Illinois, and loves all things related to Chicago, from the Cubs to the pizza. It seemed only natural to combine it with her love of fantasy, and tell stories of witches and vampires in the Chicagoland area in her Bad Witch series. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in MMPORGs. Her new series, Cy’ren Rising, was born out of a lifelong addiction to space opera movies and TV shows.
Website: http://www.robynbachar.com
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