The Galactic Outlaws Book Three: The Outlaw's Savior

 A dark paladin walks in shadows, venting his wrath onto the deserving, until she pulls him into the light.

The Federation had cleaned up most of its corruption, but criminal gangs of pirates linger on the fringes of the settled universe. Innocent settlements are attacked, and their people taken as slaves to these dregs of society.

Rain Silver’s mission to destroy every criminal gang in the verse takes him to many dark places. But he likes the shadows and longs to restore his honor that he unknowingly compromised.

Mercy McElroy rescues those abused and enslaved by the pirates, somehow always avoiding danger. When one of her missions intersects with the dark and dangerous Rain, she recognizes the mysterious knight who saved her years ago.

Rain isn’t sure why he allows Mercy to act as his partner, but soon he’s breaking all the rules his lives by to keep her at his side. The largest and meanest gang either of them have ever faced forces them both to reevaluate their methods. If they want peace and justice in their corner of the universe, they’ll have to trust each other beyond what they’ve ever dared. And for that peace to last, Mercy will have to lead her tarnished knight back into the light.

Published: TBR February 2017
Length: mid novel
Word Count: 69,789
Genre: Futuristic Romance/Space Opera
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



“How did you land in this little spot?” Mercy stepped into the clearing beside him.

Rain pressed his hand against the door panel. It slid open. “The Blackhawk is pretty agile.”

“Blackhawk? Really?”

Rain hopped into the open door. Things like steps added weight and interfered with the sleek lines of a fighter craft like his. He offered his hand to Mercy. “What wrong with the name?”

She wrapped her long, thin fingers around his wrist and pushed off the ground. It took little effort to lift her into the hatch. “Besides an unfortunate lack of imagination?”

Her body bumped into him. He reached across her shoulder and tapped the interior panel to close the door. She leaned into him.

“Are you making a move on me, corporal?” Her breath brushed against his ear at the same time her breasts pressed into his chest. Both her hands settled on his shoulders.

Rain had room to move back at least half a step in the tight confines of the ship, but he didn’t. He pressed closer, smelling the scent of the outdoors clinging to her hair. Her lithe body against his reminded him of the way she’d swayed with the beat of the music. Her whispered words recalled how her low husky voice had strummed across his nerves when she’d sang in the pub. “I think you’re making a move on me. The woods must get pretty lonely.”

Instead of becoming offended or defensive, she laughed in the same low tones. “Maybe I like taking advantage of opportunities when they present themselves.” She raised up slightly on her toes and pushed her hips against his. “You seemed to be presenting yourself.”

Rain sucked in his breath as her soft middle pushed against his erection. “You are on a ship with a man you’ve known for mere hours and completely at my mercy. Does nothing intimidate you?”

Her fingers played with his hair curling on his neck. “If I thought you were dangerous, I would have killed you when I first saw you in the forest.”

He lifted the thick tail of hair hanging down her and wrapped it around his hand. “Overconfident. You couldn’t have killed me.”

“All I needed to do was make noise to give your position up to those tracking you.” Her fingers trailed around his ears and then she settled her palms on his cheeks.

Rain’s body acted without his conscious direction and leaned into her. He weighed the danger of distraction her presence caused with the advantages of having her experience and network of compatriots on his side. She was in the rescue business while he focused more on serving justice. Despite her worldliness, she didn’t really understand who and what he was. “If you had given away my presence to those tracking me, they would be dead. Their disappearance would have alerted the pirates and endangered the captives and perhaps you in your little cabin.”

Mercy tilted her head up, her lips curving into a small smile that captured his gaze. “You would have made them disappear? Are you a magician?”

The damned woman seemed so logical, but she had an unreasonable lack of fear. Her fingers stroked his cheeks. Did he want her to fear him? She should at least respect and acknowledge what he was. “I’ve had years of experience making men dead and then making the bodies disappear. No magic needed.”

She pressed closer to him, her lithe body touched him from thigh to chest. “What a skill set. You haven’t quite convinced me that you’re a dangerous man. What else do you have in your arsenal? Some other big guns?” She bumped her belly against his arousal.

He lost his breath and with it, the thread of conversation. Her hands slid to the back of his head again and tugged. Her soft lips touched his with a whisper of a caress. Too fleeting of a contact. Rain wrapped one around her waist and burrowed his other into the thick mass of her hair. He captured her lips this time, a real kiss. Her tongue flicked out and touched his lip, raising the heat level another ten thousand notches.

She moaned, and the small sound woke him up. He pulled back, but she followed him. This time he was pushed back against the wall, and damn his raging lust, but he allowed it. She stepped on top of his boots as if to nail him to the spot, but it also put her height at nearly equal to his. Her body covered him as she raised up on her toes. “Are you finished trying to frighten me, corporal?”

“A good soldier knows when to surrender.” And Rain did as her lips reclaimed his. After a breathless moment, he put his hands on her hips and lifted her aside. “You are the dangerous one.”

She laughed, an alien sound in his grim fighter craft. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”


Published: TBR February 2017
Length: mid novel
Word Count: 74,890
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



Recon Marines I:
Susan Kelley


© Copyright by Susan Kelley, January 2013
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, January 2013
ISBN 978-1-60394-783-1br /> New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Joe’s dark blue eyes filled with heat. His gaze dropped to her lips, but he didn’t move.

Callie did. She stretched up on her toes and kissed his slightly parted lips.

Joe didn’t react either by returning the kiss or pulling away.

She slid her hands up his arms and around his neck. Making sure her chest pressed against his, Callie kissed him again.

A muffled curse answered her kiss, but then he joined her. His arms wrapped her close, and his lips twisted slightly on hers. She opened her mouth, and he accepted the invitation. His tongue stroked the roof of her mouth and across her tongue. She stroked back, and a deep moan vibrated his chest against hers.

Callie followed him when he started to pull back. He broke contact with her lips, but he kissed the sensitive corner or her mouth. Then her jawbone. Then the soft skin beneath her ear. Then a series of kisses down the side of her neck. His warm lips traced a delicate path along her collarbone.

She leaned back to give him access to the spot at the base of her neck. He lingered there.

Her nipples rubbed against the borrowed camouflage shirt she wore, so she wanted to remove it. She needed his lips to soothe the sensitive spot where no man had ever touched her before. Man!

Callie froze. What had she been thinking? Her earlier perceptions of the marines rose to haunt her. Lab creations. At the very least, he was a man she would leave behind as soon as an opportunity arose.

Joe’s arms loosened and then dropped away. He looked a bit dazed and certainly confused.

Guilt flooded Callie. She’d led him on, driven by her lust and loneliness. She was cruel, just as he’d accused her. And selfish. She knew herself as a woman plain in appearance with a figure too full and large for fashion. It flattered her to have a handsome man like Joe lusting for her. For her and not her throne or her special gifts.

“I don’t know why you let me kiss you, Lady Callie.” Joe backed away. “Are you playing at some game for your own amusement? You may question my origins and my humanity, but I’m a man. I have a man’s desires and a man’s needs. Don’t offer to satisfy them unless you mean it.”

He stalked back to camp. Callie rubbed her arms against a chill caused by more than the setting of the sun. She didn’t fear Joe or his needs. She feared her own carnal urges. It wasn’t just his body or pretty face that drew her toward him. Was it gratitude? No.

In her duty as ruler of Giroux, she’d met many men in leadership positions. Some were labeled heroes, noble, honorable, or great statesmen for their people. For the first time in her thirty-three years, Callie felt she really understood the true meaning of nobility and honor. They were titles to be earned.

Honor was walking away from a woman who you believed would regret her actions if you took what she offered. Nobility was sharing the last drop of your water with a stranger in the desert.

Callie took a deep breath and let it out slow. She was a queen. It was time she started to act like one.