Kayla's Hunter by Anne Kane: When Hunter captures a voluptuous redheaded space pirate, sparks fly!
Dangerous Obsession by Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgen: R&R at 'Port Adana may be a little too dangerous, even for famed negotiator Mikhail Dreslin.
Beguiled by B.J. McCall: Captain Arrah Crace is on a mission of mercy, but her new crewman is irresistible.
Come Together by Mary Winter: Their chemistry in bed is perfect, but in the outside world, love isn't quite so easy.
This boxed set contains the previously released novellas Kayla's Hunter by Anne Kane, Dangerous Obsession by Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgen, Beguiled by B.J. McCall, and Come Together by Mary Winter.
Praise for Kayla's Hunter
"...much more than just a romance. Kayla shines as the captain who has outwitted her past, and Hunter sizzles as the master who is not quite sure who he has captured. "
-- AlexJouJou, Manic Readers
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Spaceport Vol. 4 (Box Set)
Anne Kane, B.J. McCall, Mary Winter, Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgen
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Copyright ©2014 Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgen
Excerpt from Dangerous Obsession
Looking for the perfect vacation paradise?
Be sure to visit Xanadu,
Trilion's premier Pleasure Dome,
Where your every fantasy comes true.
Everything you've ever wanted... and more.
Beyond the sheltering glass of the Haze's port windows, the nebula glowed with an eerie quality that made a frisson of fear flutter down Joiandra's spine. There was something out there... something evil. The constant, quiet din of the everyday workings of the space station did nothing to soothe her frazzled nerves. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was hunting her.
Someone. Or something. In fact, she felt a bit like dinner.
She should have expected this. No one left Xanadu. No one. Ever. At least, not if you were born into the life. Others would kill to get what she was running from.
Turning back to the bar, Joiandra ordered a Red Rooibos, an old Earth drink. Exotic, but non-alcoholic. She needed to keep her wits. She didn't want to run. Not again. She'd built something here. Something that was her own. But run she would before she'd go back.
Most people who knew the place wouldn't have described the Haze as safe, but tonight it was her best refuge. Plenty of witnesses about, in case this was more than just paranoia. Plenty of men. Big, strong men. One of them would surely be willing to defend a helpless woman.
She didn't like the role, but it was one she knew how to play.
Waiting wasn't one of her strong suits, but then again, neither was hunting. If push came to shove, she could defend herself, but she'd much rather ply her other trades than kill. The end result was much more pleasant. And profitable. Men with money would pay well for the company of a Trilion pleasure slave. Ironically, now that she'd run she was forced to resort to the very line of work she'd tried so hard to escape.
Joiandra really wanted to believe the small voice telling her to run was overreacting. She was used to men watching her, after all. But the feathers on the back of her neck stood up in a flutter like they'd been hit by a warning breeze.
She scanned the Haze anxiously, trying to be discreet, but needing to identify the source of the threat.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Something with a little more kick than that, his gruff, husky voice implied.
Joiandra turned and looked up -- and up. She wasn't exactly tiny, but this man towered over her. Tall, dark, and handsome was such a cliche. Except when it came bundled in black body armor, with a laser rifle and a belt full of shock grenades. What the fuck was he? Obviously military, but she didn't see any insignia. Not AP Security, then. Merc, maybe? Everything about him screamed dangerous motherfucker. He could probably break her in half with his bare hands.
That really shouldn't have turned her on. But at the moment, dangerous might be just what she needed. Because he wasn't the warning bell she'd been receiving. Which really worried her. If there was something else out there more dangerous than this man, she really didn't want to meet him. It. At least not tonight. Tonight, she wanted safe, and tall, dark, and dangerous might be exactly what she needed.
She started to ask his name, then thought better of it. She didn't want to know. She wasn't looking for commitments. Just a night she could call her own. "I hear the Haze offers real Jamaican Rum if you know who to ask."
His handsome face split into a slow grin, and her pussy clenched a little. The man really was handsome. If you overlooked all that deadly weaponry.
"I think I can manage that." He nodded at the bartender, who set down the glass he was polishing and went beneath the bar for her request.
"Just leave the bottle."
Small talk wasn't necessary. Not when rum was involved. Her merc seemed to convey everything he wanted with the smoldering look in his eyes. Sex. And plenty of it.
"Make it to go," she told the bartender, her gaze never leaving Mr. Dangerous. "Do you have a room?"
"I have a suite. On level five."
Level five. She'd never been up that high. Level five held the tourist attractions. Five-star dining, exotic boutiques, and the Executive suites, all reserved for those with money. And connections. That boded well. If she played her cards right, she could come out of this with a very pleasant evening as well as a healthy paycheck, not to mention a way off this blasted station. She needed to move on. Go somewhere she could make a new start. "Seventy-five credits. And I get paid in advance." Twice her usual rate, but he could afford it. No sense beating around the bush. He had the look of a man who had been around. He knew how it was.
"Stay the whole night and I'll double that," he countered with a raise of one dark brow.
Joiandra had to work to guard her expression. That amount of money could save her ass. She might even be able to make a new start. "Triple for the entire night. I'll miss at least three more clients if I stay with you."
His hot gaze slid over her, sizing her up, evaluating whether or not she was worth that kind of money. In her paranoid state, she felt as if he were looking over stock he intended to buy.
"Two twenty-five it is." He pulled a credit chit from his pocket and placed it on the bar's converter panel. He punched in the amount, validated it, and handed it to her.
Instead of shaking her hand or any of the other mundane things humans often did, he took her by the elbow and guided her out of the Haze, tucking the bottle into a pouch on his body armor.