The Galactic Outlaws Book Two: The Outlaw's Rebel Lady
There’s so much friction between them it can only lead to war or the hottest hook-up either of them have ever had.
Jake Ross had suffered undercover in the army for three years. But with his help, the corrupt Federation government has been exposed. He wants only to go home and get on with his life. Then one last aggravating mission pulls him back into the chaos.
Journalist Poppy Shaw resents Jake’s presence as her protector from the moment she meets the arrogant man no matter how much she lusts for him. The huge bounty on her head and repeated attacks convince her to accept his presence. Soon their verbal sniping leads to more heated interactions. They’re either arguing or in bed.
Poppy’s deeply held belief in peaceful revolution clashes with Jake’s violent methods of protecting her. Even as they admit how much they care for each other, his actions drive her away. Their survival will depend on which of them is willing to kill for or die for the other.
Published: May 2016
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 72,032
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
Poppy found a med kit with antibiotic syringes, liquid skin sealer, bandages and painkillers where he’d said. She took the entire box and followed him. His ruined, bloody shirt lay in a heap outside the bathing room along with his boots. The water shut off as she picked up the shirt and set it by the door. The disposal unit was on the bridge.
Jake walked out of the shower, twisting his arm and frowning at his wound. Watery blood streamed down his arm and dripped off his fingertips. Besides the blood, all he wore was a towel wrapped around his hips and held in place with his other hand. He startled when he saw her.
“Damn you.” She couldn’t keep her gaze on his face or his wound. “You look as good with your shirt off as I imagined.”
Muscles sculpted his chest and rippled across his stomach. A few dark hairs grew on his chest with a thin line of them pointing the way to his navel and beyond. A beyond making itself known in a way the towel couldn’t hide. When she managed to lift her stare back to his face, a smile curved his lips though his gaze was wary.
“You’ve been imagining me without my shirt?”
She shrugged. “Without any clothing. Now sit down on the bed so I can take care of your wound.”
He obeyed, the towel hiking up above his knees. Poppy knelt beside him, using some gauze from the med kit to sop up the blood. The bullet had carved a narrow grove along the outside of the muscles in his upper arm. It looked painful but he didn’t flinch as she dabbed antibiotic cream into the angry looking wound. It wouldn’t stop bleeding for her to put on the liquid skin that would let it heal without scarring.
Poppy wasn’t an expert on first aid and the distraction of Jake’s heat so close didn’t help. She wasn’t sure if she was leaning against his outer thigh or he was pressing it against her ribs on purpose. After stacking another wad of gauze on the wound, she took his hand and set it on her shoulder. “Keep it elevated.”
“Yes, mam.” His face was much too close to hers. And his hand on her shoulder slid toward her neck where his fingers wiggled into her hair.
“Behave or you might get really hurt.” She checked under the gauze and found the blood flow nearly stopped. The tube of new skin was easy to use. She squeezed it onto the wound with one hand and smoothed it over the cut with her other. If her hands shook, it was only because of the recent life or death excitement. Nothing to do with the nearly naked man. She lifted her gaze from his arm and encountered his heated gaze only inches away.
He leaned and she stretched. His lips added to the heat filling her middle. When his tongue touched her lip she sucked it inside her mouth, but he pulled away.
“We’re doing it again.” He stood up and walked to the cabinet that held his clothing.
“Doesn’t seem like we’re doing anything.” Poppy tossed the medical supplies back into their metal box.
“Violence, escape from death.” Jake jerked the cabinet door opened so hard it rebounded closed again. “We’re just acting on all the adrenaline from those emotions.”
Poppy stood up and stared at his back. Muscles bunched and rippled as he opened the door with more care and reached inside for clothing. “I’m not being overly emotional this time. It’s pure lust.”
He spun back to her, his gray eyes wide and beautiful with his surprise. “What did you say?”
She sauntered the two steps separating them, not sure her simple clothing had any seductive qualities. When her boots touched his toes, she ran her hand up the middle of his chest so the dark curls there tickled her palm. “I’m always on the move and taking one of my associates or sources as a lover might lead them to think it’s more than just physical fun. Once a heart gets involved, there’s a chance of it getting broken and that can lead to betrayal.”
“You trust me not to betray you?” His hands ran up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts.
“I trust you not to get your heart broken.” She stepped close enough to bump her belly against his erection pushing against the towel. “You don’t like me and I don’t like you. But we obviously turn each other on.”
“So just sex with no emotions involved.”
She shivered as his hands roamed under her shirt and along her sides and back. “Not just sex.” She ran her hands up into his short hair, finding it soft and thick. “I’m expecting great sex.”
He pulled her closer. “Putting pressure on me, Shaw. I’ve always performed well under pressure.”
She tugged his head down. “We’ll see.” Her lips captured his, heat meeting heat. She slid her hands to his wonderful shoulders.
© 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.