103 Quotes by Erin Kellison

Oh, please, no. The tag was a six-moon survey permit for Encantada, a cluster world at the edge of the Han System. It was the kind of tag a xenobioform engineer would need among a crew exploring a new world. He'd seen one once before. Five years ago. When she had left him. His balance faltered. Vision narrowed. The universe condensed to a name, printed above the tag code. Mica Sol. Once his. Forever his only. He could've killed her...

Homo sapiens simonus, aka Simon Miner. Only one of his kind. Male. Predatory. Highly adaptable. Dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. 6'3". His well-muscled frame was agile and strong. His deadly smile incapacitated his victims. Voice promised safety. Sexual prowess compromised victim's intellect (temporarily). Yet he was intent on one vital organ - the heart.

There was very little man left within his eyes - she knew a beast when she saw one, knew short, simple words worked best, most often to tame or quiet an impending attack. But in this case -- "More," she breathed.

He knew he was an interloper in her world, and that world would seek to eject him.

He'd captured her a couple of days ago. It was fitting that she capture him right back.

Hakan cursed his plan. What had he done bringing that sweet girl here? She was as delicate as she was beautiful. Her life on Sol had not exposed her to the kind of danger present in the Hub. He'd thought her name would protect her, a great family that could trace its line back to the first convoys from Earth. Her wealth, too, which could command anyone's respect. But the Hub was in the deepest black of space, where starlight was a distant glitter. Nothing could protect her here.

Mother would tell me not to start my new life in a puddle of blood.

Hakan ducked his head inside. "You decent?" Pilar couldn't contain her smile. "Give me a second and I won't be.

She'd expect an attack from rebels, rival business concerns, alien intelligence... but family?