Kiijan's parents were the foundation of the revolution to bring back the ways of the warriors. She's lived her life under the shadow of their names. She longs to travel to Earth, her mother Alexa's homeland, and be who she is, not the daughter of revered heroes or the wife of a warrior. However the best-laid plans sometimes go awry.
Rieggar has always planned to take a demure wife. His life has been dedicated to training and spiritual education. He's never considered love as essential in drawing the power of a woman into himself -- until he meets a stowaway.
Kiijan knows her only way to Earth is to run away, but when she meets the captain of Revolution, the ship she picked to escape on, he gives her two choices. She can go to the airlock or his bed. She is enough of her mother's daughter to choose to die in the vacuum of space rather than surrender, but the passion in Rieggar's gaze tempts her to fight a battle she's not sure she'll win. Can she seduce this warrior into giving her the freedom she's always craved?
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Kiijan (Married to the Aliens 4)
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Copyright ©2017 Ashlynn Monroe
Kiijan woke with a start. She had no idea where she was. Disorientation left her terrified for a moment. Memories of sneaking onboard the ship headed to Earth came flooding back. She shivered. She'd made sure this model ship had a heated hold before making her final choice, but she had no idea that they were going to be so stingy with that feature. The manifest had only said "art". She should have picked a ship carrying something that required a warmer temperature. Her neck ached from sleeping in the awkward space.
Noise. She stilled. They weren't far enough from home. She couldn't be discovered. Something touched her arm. She flinched and rolled to her side. In the dim emergency lighting, she saw the silhouette of a male staring into her hiding place.
The hold lit up brightly, and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the sudden change. "Pleasant waking," said the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "Now tell me why the hell you're on my ship."
Well, Hottie hadn't wasted any time letting her know she was unwelcome.
Her whole body tensed. Trembling, Kiijan forced her face to remain impassive. Her natural response to being caught was to cower, but she resisted. Showing fear was not the way of the warrior, and she came from a long line of fighters.
The man staring down at her grinned as if he could read her mind, and she narrowed her eyes at him. His dark brown eyes twinkled, amused, and his kissable lips remained quirked in a half smile. He was as massive as he was attractive. His goatee matched the dark locks left long and unrestrained around his rugged face. A scar by his temple only added to his good looks.
The trace of stubble along his jaw line begged for her touch, but she managed to keep her hands to herself. He was tan, too tan for a man in his sunless line of work. His dark hair bore traces of the sun's kiss, too, as streaks of light brown mingled with the darker locks in a way that was too natural to be a style choice. Something about this pilot didn't add up. He reminded her of one of her father's warriors. He was just too much man to be average.
He must be the captain, Rieggar -- the ex-warrior who'd caused such a stir after the war when he renounced his position of leadership in the government.
He offered her his hand. "Come with me."
Kiijan wanted to refuse. For the first time in her life, there wasn't anyone who would protect her, and the realization made her feel a keen sense of more loss than fear. Guilt ate into her soul. If she was never found, her fathers and mother would die mourning her. "Why?"
"Because you are not cargo. Come. It has been a full day cycle since take off, you must be hungry."
He was right. She'd packed survival rations but had decided to nibble on them sparingly. She could survive on what she had, but real food was much more tempting. "I'm fine."
His eyes narrowed. "Lying about your hunger serves no purpose. I will not poison you. I'm much more likely to jettison you for stowing away than waste good poison on you."
Her eyes widened. "I will pay you double the normal fee for transport to Earth. My death would be painful for my family. I pray you reconsider."
A look of something akin to regret passed over his features. "By the Mother, I would not murder a woman, no matter how complicated she just made my life. Come. I jest with you. I won't jettison you, at least not until you've had an ample final meal."
He had a terrible sense of humor. Pursing her lips, she took a moment before nodding. "Thank you." She accepted his hand and wiggled out of her tight nook. Her knees popped as she stood, and she stretched.
"You're taller than I thought you'd be," he said seriously. Then he grinned. "Follow me."