Lost Gods

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Frozen for decades on an abandoned asteroid, Katya Ortaega thaws and collapses at the feet of the most deliciously sinful man she has ever seen… she thinks.

Katya’s problem is her memory--she hasn’t got one. Her mind is blank. And now she’s stuck on a drilling platform with James Kinsare, a man who has her skin tingling and sometimes not in a good way. James is not who he appears to be and she can't trust him... even as she finds him far too attractive.

All too soon, her past rears in the form of a man intent on killing both of them and now they have to work together to stay alive. However, Katya's memories begin to resurface. And James Kinsare, the man who's kept her alive against all the odds, the man who’s thawing her frozen heart, he might prove to be the biggest threat of all.

Excerpt
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Air flowed along the vent to me in a sweet rush, and my head flopped back. I closed my eyes.
"You have released the emergency oxygen supply. The command centre now has one hour of air."
I thought about slamming the bloody machine against the rusted wall. "One hour? All this for one hour?"
"You had twenty nine seconds worth of air remaining."
I snorted. "Spunky little thing, aren't you? And this is nothing personal but..." Pulling the device from my palm, I shoved it down the front of my suit and secured the tabs. "I need to use both hands."
My chest emitted an eerie yellow glow, casting weak light around me. Twisting, I brought my arm out from the valve and gripped the network of struts over my head. My body ached, hot pain jabbing in too many places, but I heaved myself back to the open panel. Curling my legs out, I propelled myself over the lip of the opening and flopped to the smooth metal floor. James' hands had guided my body, and his hot touch still burned through the thin fabric of my suit.
"Shoot the architect," I muttered, trying to ignore the imprint of his palms on my thighs and hips. "Or better yet, send them into that bloody crawl space."
"It's not meant for humans."
His voice was close. I opened one eye and met his hot gaze as he stood over my hips. The desire lurking his dark eyes had my heart thudding for a reason other than impending death. Damn him.
"Now you tell me this?" I frowned, and I followed his searing gaze down my body. My breasts glowed and the block stretched the fabric of my suit. Ah, he just wanted his equipment back. Shame. "Right, your machine."
With an ease that had my throat dry, James straddled my body. His weight sank against my hips and for a brief, brief moment an ancient physical memory shot through me. He felt ... right. More than right. Needed.
Supporting himself on one hand, he leaned over me while his other slid over the tabs securing my suit. My body grew alive with new memory, and I almost arched up against him. "Let me," he said.
Had the valve failed ... because I suddenly found it impossible to breathe again. "What the hell are you doing?"
Dark eyes held me, shining with promise. A wicked smile pulled at his mouth. I'd been frozen for thirty years but I still knew what he wanted as desire also flared hot under my skin. The first tab eased free and his fingertip glided over the hollow of my throat. "Being twenty nine seconds from death has this strange effect on me."
"We have an hour's worth of air." I cursed myself for having to point out that vital fact. Not when his skin burned against mine, the hint of his touch firing desire deep into my pelvis. I had to carry on pointing it out, though. "This is hardly..."
Another tab broke free and exposed my breastbone to cooling air. My hands curled into fists against the metal floor, resisting the urge to run them over his jaw, shoulders, arms. James' mouth was only centimetres from mine, his breath warm against my cheek. "Can you resist me?"
Spluttered laughter escaped. "Does that line often work for you?"
His mouth twitched. "Not often, no." His finger slid lower, tracing a slow line between my breasts. "But I have to try." He pulled the little machine from my skin and put it on the floor. Before I could miss the warmth of his touch, his hand slipped under my suit, pushing over the curve of my breast. "So, is that working better?"
"Maybe..." The word came out on a gasp, and I fought the shiver his touch brought. "I think you'll have to try just that bit harder."
Dark eyes narrowed on me and the heat pulsing there had me wet. "Harder?"
The push of his hand down over my ribs loosened more of the suit. Skin tingled at the press of his long fingers and need pooled low in my belly. This wasn't the time to be making out on a metal floor, it really wasn't, but... My fingers uncurled from their tight fist and tugged at his shirt.
James grinned. "Welcome to the party." I rolled my eyes. "What? I'm making a special effort."
I bit at my lip to stop the grin growing on my mouth. "It's obvious it's an effort you're not used to."
He found the curve of my hip, and his fingers dug into my flesh. "Play nice, now." His hand slid across my abdomen, pushed aside my underwear and dipped his fingers low over my mons. My hips arched up to meet his sure touch. I couldn't help it. "Or I won't play at all."
"James..."
Something flickered through his gaze and then the wicked gleam returned. "We were both almost dead. Time to celebrate being alive." His mouth hovered over mine, so close I could almost taste the heat of his lips, his tongue, but the promised touch of his mouth over mine never came. Instead, his lips slid low and caressed the underside of my jaw, kissing my skin until he found a sensitive spot below my ear. Sparks danced behind my eyes, and my flesh clenched around his cleverly slipping, sliding fingers.
"Like that?"
In answer, I ran my fingers down the warm hollow of his spine, pushing past his trousers to the solid muscle of his buttocks. I squeezed, and he groaned. His warm breath wracked a shiver through my body. I wanted to fuck this stranger till we used up all the air we had. Was I someone who would be that insane? I twisted my hips against his fingers, fire searing through my flesh. Insane? Seemed I was.
His mouth eased down my neck to tease little bites at the curve of my shoulder, his hair clean and cool against my damp skin. I exposed my neck, wanting more of his touch as it surged heat though my body. What the hell was he doing to me? It was as if he knew every pleasure point on my flesh... Did he? "James...?" And was that breathless voice mine? "Do you know—"
His thumb circled, pressed my clitoris, and my question broke. I felt his smug smile against my skin. I shivered, my body barely my own. His weight, his warm scent, the clever play of his fingers and the way his mouth surged fire through my flesh had me lost. In that moment, I didn't care about anything. Not the fading ache of the bruises from crawling under the console, not the discomfort of the metal floor, not even how much air we had left. He had to satisfy the pressure pooling low and hot in my belly. And he had to satisfy it now.
"Fuck me."
The unexpected sharpness of his bite had my spine arching.
"Now."
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ISBN: 1-59578-517-6  Length: Novel  Price: $5.95

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Review:
Nightowl Romance:
4 Hearts: James Bond on steroids with a healthy dose of amnesia thrown in. Wow!

JERR
5 Stars, Heat Level O: Wow. Lost Gods is jammed packed with action, mystery, and definitely passion I recommend Lost Gods as a fast paced, science fiction thriller that kept my interest while allowing the romance and sexual tension to remain infused in the plot. This one’s a keeper.