How exciting.
So finally, here it is.
Blurb:
Book one in the Reunion series.
Forced apart by war five years ago, Renjiro and Selina have another chance
at love. Can they make it work or does fate have other plans?
Without the citizenship of the Federation, Indy pilot Selina Codecko is
treated like a second-class citizen. When she gets caught up in a bar brawl
she’s arrested and finds herself in the hands of the Justice Officers.
Renjiro Ito has dreamed of Selina for five long years. As the Commander of
the Justice Officers, the plight of this one woman will turn his life upside
down.
But there’s more going on than just the fate of one woman—there’s a seething
underbelly that wants to destroy their newly expanded Federation. The chances
of a future together are slim, but they’ll take any chances that come their
way. Will it be enough?
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Excerpt:
Excerpt:
"Sit down." Renjiro's terse words
filled Selina with pain and sadness.
She acceded to his request in silence,
holding her throbbing hand against her breast. He squatted before her, his face
close to hers, his dark eyes shadowed. His touch was gentle as his fingers
traced the line of her jaw. They shook a little and she felt the glancing
caress. It warmed her.
He touched a raw spot on her chin and she
hissed involuntarily.
"Where else are you injured?"
Selina shook her head.
"Captain Codecko? Selina?"
His gentle words nearly undid her. Tears
burned in her eyes and she blinked, hoping to banish them. It didn't work
though. They dripped down her face, scalding her frozen cheeks.
Now his hands dropped to her shoulders.
"Where else are you hurt, Selina?" His gaze was hypnotic. It drew her
words without thought.
"My hand, ribs, and the top of my
head."
He frowned and started tugging at her
shirt, pulling it free of the loose-fitting pants.
"What… What are you doing?"
He glanced at her, his face taut and
strained. "I'm checking your injuries."
Selina blushed, the heat creeping over her
face as she pushed at his hands. "No! You can't do that!"
"Just bloody watch me." His rough
words surprised her and her hands dropped away. He continued his almost
feverish work at her buttons and very quickly he had the shirt open. Selina
thanked whatever had made her fasten a bra over her very tiny breasts. With
gentle movements, he brushed the old material of her shirt to one side. He
hissed through clenched teeth at what he saw. "You need a medic."
"I'm fine. I've lived through this
before. Of greater concern to me is whether I'm going to be charged for causing
the riot. I was just—"
"I know. Having a quiet drink. We
checked the spy eyes. You will be free to go, so long as we can put together a
suitable argument. But I have a proposition. One that would help you, I
think."
In her experience, propositions never ended
well, but she was desperate enough to listen to what he had to say. So she
watched in mute silence as he rose. He backed away as she quickly refastened
her shirt. Then he paced to the end of the room and back.
"I've just received a communiqué that
there's some Indies about to plan an attack on this moon base. I need people I
can trust to get information for me."
She waited. But as he started pacing again,
it seemed she would need to ask the question. "What's in it for me?"
He stilled.
Selina held her breath. Waiting.
"I might be able to swing an official
citizenship for you."
Just like that, he could brush away all the
difficulties she had faced since the end of the war. But trusting people didn't
come easily. Not for her. "You can just click your fingers and make that
happen?"
He faced her again. His eyes shone almost
feverishly bright under the lighting of the room. "No. But I know someone
who might be able to make it happen, if you agree."
"Why? Why would you help me?"
He smiled. "Because I owe you."
