RUBY ROBBINS’ SEXY SPACE ODYSSEY
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A few days ago, in a galaxy right here…
The earth faces total annihilation and one young woman signs up for a mission to rescue humanity. Only she ends up getting rescued herself, by a gorgeous space pirate. And the sex is out of this world!
Hopeless romantic, Ruby Robbins spends her days as an accounts clerk, and her nights with her head in the stars, dreaming of space adventures in the arms of an alien…or two. Then one day, she’s approached to help her country by going undercover…in space! She jumps at the chance and before she knows it, she finds herself in the cargo hold of an alien slaver ship.
Space pirate, Killian Sharpe owes a lot of money to some very bad people. So when an anonymous employer offers him a tidy sum to extract one Ruby Robbins from a slaver ship, it sounds like easy money. But once he sets eyes on Ruby, he knows he’s in over his head. Not only is she breathtakingly beautiful—she refuses to be saved.
Luckily Killian hasn’t met a woman yet who could hold out against him for long….
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His expression hardened. He wrapped the chain around his fist and pulled me closer. “Look, sweetheart, I don’t know what your story is, but I’m being paid a lot of money to get you off this ship. So guess what—you’re getting off this ship. Now, you come under your own steam, or I toss you over my shoulder and carry you off.”
Who paid him? And why?
I bit my lip, my mind churning.
“Well? Make up your mind, because I want off this ship. Now.”
No way could I get into an explanation with this stranger. He’d probably reveal my secret to the slavers, and then everything would be over. I wasn’t happy, and I made that clear with my expression, but I shuffled forward.
Could he sound any more patronizing?
Something must have shown in my expression—I’d never been very good at hiding my feelings—because amusement sparkled in his blue eye. He gave me a wink, and then he turned and headed after the slaver, walking so fast I had to trot to keep up. We were going downward—the ship must’ve been huge—but finally the corridor opened into a wide-open space where a few smaller ships were parked. I looked around curiously. I wanted to ask questions, but now was not the time.
It was clear he was getting off this ship and equally clear he wasn’t leaving without me. But maybe once we were away, I could persuade him to return me. I just wasn’t sure yet what tack to take. The guard had halted beside the prettiest ship on the floor. She was sleek and shiny, The Helldiver written in flowing black script on her silver side. Not a particularly comforting name.
The guard dumped Maria on the floor at the bottom of the ramp and waited for us to catch up, a scowl on his ugly green face. As my rescuer drew level, the guard pulled a pistol out of his pocket, a second out of another, and a long knife from his belt, and handed them over.
My rescuer took them, slotted the pistols into the holsters at his hips, and slid the knife down his boot. For a second, he stood peering down at Maria’s crumpled form, his mouth turned down, fierce black brows drawn together. I suspected he might be regretting taking her along, but it gave me hope. Hope that he wasn’t a bad person. Then, with a sigh, he handed me my chain, bent down, tossed her over his shoulder, and strode up the ramp.
I looked after him for a second, then at the guard who took a menacing step toward me.
What choice did I have? I’d just have to hope I could come up with a plan.
With a sigh of my own, I followed my rescuer up the ramp and onto a real genuine space pirate’s ship. I couldn’t deny—despite the fact that everything was going to hell—that a little flicker of excitement was sparking to life inside me.
I hurried to catch up, just as he spoke into a bracelet on his wrist. “Creb, we’re back on board. Get us out of here.”
“Yo, boss.” A woman’s voice.
He pressed a button and spoke again. “Zak, meet me in the forward hold.”
This time a man answered. “You got her?”
“Is she pretty?”
He shot me a look, a smile curling the corner of his mouth, and I nearly swooned. I was in such big trouble. “Yeah, she’s pretty.”
At that moment, the ship vibrated beneath my feet. On board the slaver, I’d hardly been aware we were even moving. This felt like…flying. I lurched against the curved silver walls. With one hand against the cool metal, I straightened, locking my legs in place while I got my balance.
My rescuer shifted Maria on his shoulder then held out his silver arm with the leather glove. “I’m Killian Sharpe,” he said. “You can call me Kill.”
I looked at the hand for a moment, then reached out and took it. Beneath the glove, I could feel the hardness of metal. “I’m Ruby. Ruby Robbins.” I shook his hand and scowled. “But don’t think this means I’m coming quietly. I still want you to take me back.”
“Well, I’ll warn you now, Ruby Robbins, that’s not going to happen.” He kept hold of my hand, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Still, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to persuade me.”
And what did he mean by that? He was already moving again, and I followed him for another thirty seconds or so until we came into a relatively wide space, probably the width of the ship, with big double doors at the far end. The room was empty except for some sort of two-seater vehicle parked against the curved silver wall.
A tall figure entered from a door opposite, and I stopped abruptly.
Holy freaking moly.
Now this was what I’d signed up for. He was blue. And not just from being cold. The color of the summer sky, he must have been close on seven feet tall but moving with a fluid grace that belied his size. A real, honest-to-God, gorgeous alien. Other than his size and color, he appeared vaguely human, with dark eyes and dark hair loose on his shoulders. He was dressed pretty much the same as Killian, in black pants, a black T-shirt, and long boots, though he didn’t have the weapons. Maybe he didn’t need them.
He stopped in front of us and returned my gaze with equal interest, a rumbling sound emerging from his throat. His stare was just starting to make me twitch when he turned to Killian. He blinked as he noticed the woman draped over his shoulder then shook his head and returned his attention to me.
“Are you going to introduce us?” he asked Killian.
I gave Killian a quick sideways glance. He was scowling. “Ruby, this is Zak.”
The alien frowned. “Crown Prince Zakary Mer, of the Groth Empire, at your service.”
Really? A crown prince? Honestly, I’m not the sort of girl who swoons at a title, but… He stepped forward and bowed, then held out his hand. I stared at it for a moment and then shook it.
“Enchanted to meet you, Ruby.”
“Leave it out, Zak,” Kill muttered from beside me. “And you”—he pointed a finger at me—“stop looking at him like that, or you’ll turn his head. Actually, I’m much nicer, and I don’t have his bad habits.”
“I’ve got a job for you,” Kill said, shifting Maria so he held her in his arms, then handing her to Zak.
“You got two?”
“They threw this one in for free.” I watched Killian’s face—he looked a little uncomfortable. I’d presumed he’d taken Maria for altruistic reasons. But had he in fact taken her to give to his alien friend? For nefarious purposes?
Zak stared down at the unconscious woman as though he didn’t know what to do with her. “What? Who…?”
“Look after her, clean her up, give her some food.”
“Do not touch her. I don’t care if she is unconscious—if you even think about touching her, I’ll chop off those blue balls of yours and hang them from the dashboard.”
“Hey, I’m not a complete monster.”
Zak’s gaze shifted from Kill to me, and his eyes narrowed. “And what will you be doing while I’m playing nursemaid?”
“I’ll be looking after Ruby.”