Are you ready to see the cover? Welllll, <drum roll> here it is!
Ahem. Why, yes. Yes, it is. So, how 'bout we get to the blurb now?
Flora Bock will never forgive the Anferthian invaders for murdering her birth-parents. Growing up with the grandson of her sworn enemies is living a nightmare—until the day she sees him through the eyes of a young woman. But giving her heart to him is the ultimate betrayal of her parents’ memory.
A life in peril…
There are precious few places in the galaxy where Fander K’nil is safe. One look into Flora’s beautiful, hate-filled eyes is proof enough that Terr is not one of those places. He must keep her at a distance and stay alive long enough to fulfill his destiny. No matter what his heart desires.
An empire at stake…
Just as Fander and Flora begin to discover the depth of their feelings for each other, they are thrust into a deadly game of politics and assassination with an enemy who stops at nothing to stay in power. With the lives of everyone they love at risk, they must find a way to avert a new invasion before it’s too late—even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice.
Flora jerked her head around in time to see a green hand poised at her window. “Fander? What…?” She swung her legs over the edge of her bed.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” As soft as his tapping was, Poppy had just left and might still close enough to hear. She hurried over and slid the window open. “What are you doing?”
Fander grinned up at her and leaned his arms against the window pane. The steel-grey light of the overcast dawn gave shadows to the hollows below his high cheek-bones. “I was trying to be the first to tell you happy birthday, but I think your father beat me.”
She stifled a giggle and crossed her arms across her chest. Her pajamas weren’t particularly revealing, but they also did nothing to keep her warm against the damp, misty air flowing around her. “Yeah, he kind of did.”
“Bummer.” His sigh was full of dejection. Then he brightened again. “I guess I’ll have to be the first to take you for a birthday ride, then.”
“What are you talking about?”
His grin got wider, and he glanced over his shoulder. She followed the direction of his gaze and…wow! A Terrain Blazer Anti-Grav Hovercycle…the alien version of a motorcycle without wheels. And it looked brand new. “Where’d you get that?”
He was gazing up at her again, as if taking in her reactions and storing them away in his memory. “Grandfather gave it to me.”
“I think he got tired of me using the surface skimmer all the time.” He shrugged his shoulders. “The important part is that I got out of the cube this morning without waking up Nor.”
“You mean your guard isn’t following you?” That was almost as impressive as the bike. “What about Clut?”
“He had a little too much Terrian tequila last night.” He flashed her the Devil’s grin. “So, do you want to go for a ride? It’ll be raining later. This may be your last chance for at least a week.”
Excitement filled her. “Hold on. Let me get dressed.”