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  “From years gone by. When the Drai were a more warlike race, we still had a need to defend and attack. Most Drai can learn to pilot shuttles and fight ships.” He spun her gracefully around another couple.

  “So, when I was getting a lesson, you were laughing your head off?”

  “No. I was amazed that you showed no aptitude and yet kept trying. You didn’t give up even when we made that sudden landing.”

  “And you didn’t scream.”

  “I wasn’t breathing. You can’t scream when you aren’t breathing.”

  She scowled at him and she deliberately trod on his toes.

  “That was earned. Do you have family?”

  “Back on Earth? Yes. My mother and two sisters.”

  “No brothers? No father?”

  “My mother and father had a flare of passion that burned out after my little sister was born. My sisters have both been married and divorced twice.”

  “Have you ever been married?”

  “No. With the examples around me, I steered clear of those entanglements.”

  A sudden understanding came into his eyes. “My parents have passed, but they were married for four hundred years, my grandparents, three hundred, my great grandparents, three hundred and fifty. We do not make sudden decisions regarding our mates. We choose once and forever.”

  Tears pricked her eyes. “I really hope so, because I am already very much in love with you.”

  “I am glad. I feel the same.”

  It was all she was going to get, but she would take it. For now.

  “May I show you something?” They were at the edge of the dance floor on the tarmac under the full moons.

  “As long as it isn’t your etchings. Yes.”

  He didn’t get the reference, but he tugged her into the darkness beyond the pool of lights.

  In the darkness, he shifted form and his great glowing eye looked down at her. She heard a voice in her mind and the timbre shook her. The rest of his body was glowing as well, an ice blue that fought the moons for beauty.

  Climb up my arm and onto my back. There is a short mane there that you can grip.

  She scrambled into his palm and walked up his arm until she was firmly wedged on his neck. She had to sit just a little forward of his shoulders or be crushed when he flew. Settled, she tapped her feet to the sides of his neck and it was all the encouragement he needed. With a powerful push, he surged off the ground. She almost passed out.

  Oops. Sorry. I haven’t had a passenger in a very long time.

  The air rushed past her and she couldn’t speak. She also was not going to project any thoughts to him. He didn’t need to know everything.

  They reached the castle in minutes. He circled it slowly and it was then that she realized that there were lights everywhere in and around the structure. It was humming happily with warmth in the night.

  The landing was far more delicate than take off had been.

  She dismounted without being prompted.

  She was looking at the great doors and remembering the first cold moment she had seen it. A few steps brought her to the wall and a touch confirmed what she had already guessed. It wasn’t ice. It was a form of glass.

  She could feel him behind her. Turning, she looked into his eyes. His expression was wary. This was the moment. “I love your home.”

  The smile that broke on his face made her laugh and then shriek when he picked her up and spun her around.

  The spin turned into a kiss and this time, she let her instincts off the chain. She caressed his shoulders, chest, waist and below. His muscles jumped as she caressed him and he took the hint to do some exploring of his own.

  Wind blew past Roxy, throwing her hair into disarray. She drew back from the kiss to see a new room around them. He had flown them to his bedroom. Their bedroom.

  “Are you sure?” His words were muffled against her neck while his hands freed her dress from her body.

  She pulled his head away from her collarbone and looked him in his dilated eyes. “Forever begins tonight.”

  The feral grin would have scared her if the tenderness hadn’t been blazing in his gaze. His own clothing was dealt with in short order, the boots tangling for a moment before he simply sat on the floor and wrenched them off.

  Gently, he laid her on the bed and came down beside her. Each touch did flare her passion higher and when she finally begged him for more, he gave it. Their bodies blazed with sensation as they moved together, peaking when the charge that grew between them could not be contained.

  He sealed her cries with his mouth and she took his groans as her due.

  “The lights on the castle are lovely, but they are rather bright.” She smiled as she snuggled against Esur, his body curled around hers.

  “Ah. I have a solution for that.” He nuzzled at her neck and she shivered.

  “Well?”

  She felt the smirk against her neck as he freed his hands from her body and brought them together, twice.

  Everything went dark.

  “You have to be kidding me.” Giggles spilled out as she clapped her hands and turned the lights on, then off again.

  “Terrans are innovative people. I look forward to learning all about you.” In only the light of the moons through the window, he slid down on the bed and proceeded to continue his education.

  As her body wound tight with energy under his touch, she had one last thought. Destiny might actually know what she is doing.

  Author’s Note

  We have now moved to Teklan base, with Hyder and Helen popping in. Brodin made is appearance as the roguish cousin in Deal with a Dhemon and he is, indeed, now related by marriage to a Champion of Terra.

  Tears of the Star is the next Sector Guard book and will touch on the sentient properties of stars that was touched on in Star Breaker.

  Have I mentioned that I love writing this series?

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  About the Author

  Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there.

  She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis.

  In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

  Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush.

  Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.

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