It's here! It's finally here! As of today, you can Touch the Stars!
All Kaitlyn Bergh wants is to find her missing twin sister. Instead, she’s abducted by a sexy seven-foot-tall alien of questionable sanity. The guy insists she's the heir to the Gharan Empire— whatever that is—and that the fate of Earth, and his precious empire, depends on her compliance. So not happening!
To restore his family’s honor, Warrior Baatar must retrieve the emperor’s heir from an unknown planet. But the future empress is an obstinate, wily female who challenges him at every opportunity—and he likes that in the most inappropriate ways. What's worse, she gives him reasons to doubt the purpose behind his mission.
As they discover that family, honor, and the fate of an empire are entwined, can they trust anyone? Including each other?
To restore his family’s honor, Warrior Baatar must retrieve the emperor’s heir from an unknown planet. But the future empress is an obstinate, wily female who challenges him at every opportunity—and he likes that in the most inappropriate ways. What's worse, she gives him reasons to doubt the purpose behind his mission.
As they discover that family, honor, and the fate of an empire are entwined, can they trust anyone? Including each other?
An excerpt from
Touch the Stars
by Lea Kirk
Touch the Stars
by Lea Kirk
Alone. Alone. Alone.
The word repeated in his mind with each click of his booted heels against the floor, echoing what was at stake through the cavernous marble passageway.
Family.
Life.
Honor.
I am not a traitor.
But Buuren was. Like an uninvited guest, the fist of grief squeezed his heart. How could his older brother have turned traitor to the empire? Brought dishonor and shame to their family? Was this why the emperor had summoned him to the sacred planet Ghara, the imperial seat of the Gharan Empire? To deprive his family of another member as an example to others?
If my death restores my family’s honor, so be it.
In the end, his opinion did not matter. The emperor’s proclamation would be the final word. The voice of the empire, the reverent being the Ancient Ones had chosen to be its current overseer twenty years ago.
And I?
Click. Click. Click.
I am alone.
The alabaster-white egress and tall arched doors to the emperor’s audience chambers loomed taller and wider than any on his home-world, dominating his vision. A vivid reminder that even though Undetans stood as tall as two meters, they were not the largest of all the empire’s races.
On the other side of those doors, his fate awaited. For better or for worse. Imprisonment? Death? Pardon?
A hollow gong resonated through the still air, reverberating in his ears like a premonition of doom. Then the massive doors swung slowly and silently inward. A wave of anxiety set his heart beating like the wings of a trapped talon hawk, the fiercest of all the birds of prey back home.
I. Am. Not. A. Traitor.
He raised his chin, rolled his shoulders back, then stepped through the doorway.
The word repeated in his mind with each click of his booted heels against the floor, echoing what was at stake through the cavernous marble passageway.
Family.
Life.
Honor.
I am not a traitor.
But Buuren was. Like an uninvited guest, the fist of grief squeezed his heart. How could his older brother have turned traitor to the empire? Brought dishonor and shame to their family? Was this why the emperor had summoned him to the sacred planet Ghara, the imperial seat of the Gharan Empire? To deprive his family of another member as an example to others?
If my death restores my family’s honor, so be it.
In the end, his opinion did not matter. The emperor’s proclamation would be the final word. The voice of the empire, the reverent being the Ancient Ones had chosen to be its current overseer twenty years ago.
And I?
Click. Click. Click.
I am alone.
The alabaster-white egress and tall arched doors to the emperor’s audience chambers loomed taller and wider than any on his home-world, dominating his vision. A vivid reminder that even though Undetans stood as tall as two meters, they were not the largest of all the empire’s races.
On the other side of those doors, his fate awaited. For better or for worse. Imprisonment? Death? Pardon?
A hollow gong resonated through the still air, reverberating in his ears like a premonition of doom. Then the massive doors swung slowly and silently inward. A wave of anxiety set his heart beating like the wings of a trapped talon hawk, the fiercest of all the birds of prey back home.
I. Am. Not. A. Traitor.
He raised his chin, rolled his shoulders back, then stepped through the doorway.
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