Faced with a life of sexual servitude, Azure runs away in search of help. What she finds on a space station in enemy territory is soul-searing sex with her intimate--the one male in the galaxy who matches her body, mind and spirit.
Lone, a dual blood, doesn't want to bond with Azure, who belongs to the race that has nearly destroyed him. But he has never felt so loved or so moved by any female.
Together they must overcome prejudices that have kept their races apart for hundreds of years and escape before Azure's past catches up with them and kills their future.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
June 07, 2012
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Excerpt from Intimate Enemy by Jocelyn Modo
She was inside, his female. Just beyond the peach-tinted metal door marked as room 4475. Closing his eyes, he weaved on his feet, overcome with longing, with passion that could be fulfilled only by her.
He didn't hit the buzzer. No need.
Their bond had already begun to form. He sensed her on the other side of the thin door, considering if she would answer, deciding if she would let him in.
The sound of the door whooshing wide released the succulent, sugary scent of her and he opened his eyes. He looked into the Vitca-pale face of his intimate. Her light-pink lips were slightly parted, flashing him her teeth and tongue--both, he wanted to make immediate use of. Her eyes, large and fawn yellow, were wide with fear. Her light, crystal-blue hair curled around her face and shoulders, decadently soft, tempting him to touch.
Gods, everything about her enticed him. Only her obvious fear and his great well of restraint kept him from reaching out and devouring her there in front of anyone who happened to pass by.
"Invite me in, my intimate," he demanded.
She stepped back and, in an achingly feminine voice that was barely audible said, "Please come in, Lone."
He stepped into her room and into her warm presence, his arms enfolding her against his painfully hard body, his head dropping so that he could press kisses to the sinfully soft skin on her neck, shoulder, chest.
The door hissed closed behind him as he walked his female backward toward her bed. Four steps and they were there. Her legs hit the lumpy hover mattress and she stiffened in his arms, her heart thumping so hard he could feel the beat against his lips as he kissed his way back up her neck.
"What do you fear, intimate? Our trinities-of-being fit perfectly. We are truly a matched pair. There is no denying what belongs between us."
"But you tried." Her soft voice held a sharp note of sadness, of hurt. "Your brother told me you don't want me."
He winced. Damn. Wharm must have found her, warned her off him just as he'd asked.
He took a step back and cradled her face in his hands so he could lift her stubborn chin and coax her into meeting his gaze. "I was foolish to resist you. Know that I will live my life making up for the hurt I did you..." It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't even know her name.
He leaned into her, pressed the lightest of kisses on her plush mouth.
"What is your name, my female?"
She looked at him through the veil of her blue lashes, distrust easily read in her citrine eyes.
He waited her out though, refusing to break eye contact until she gave him what he wanted.