eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 17,800
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Sky lived a quiet life on Resku Station until the day her life ended at the hand of an invasion. She is forced into a life as a Nameless time traveller, and her companion guards her every move until Tavik realizes that the Orb of Time has a destiny planned for the Terran and if he wants to take part in it, he had better stay close.

Knowing that she is the one destined for him, he plans to stay on top of the situation at every opportunity.

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eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 17,800
1 Ratings (4.0)
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Pain ripped through her as she was subjected to a charge that restarted her system. She gasped and cried out as her body screamed with pain.

A hand clutched hers and she squeezed it tight.

“It will be all right, Sky Raynard. You are safe now and your new life begins today.”

She focussed on the speaker and saw a man with broad shoulders and a smiling curve to his lips. He was wearing a cowl that covered his head and threw his face into shadows. The lips and chin were all that was available to view.

“Who are you?”

The smile turned into a grin. “I am Tavik. I had to manipulate the timeline a little to bring you here, but you are safe here.”

She used his grip on her hand to lever herself upright. “Where is here?”

He helped her gain her footing and two other figures slipped out of the room.

A wide balcony was accessible along one wall and he led her out into the peculiar light.

Looking out over the fantastic view, she blinked rapidly as she tried to absorb the ramifications of the expanse of land that ended suddenly in a swirling star-scape.

“How are we breathing?”

“There is a force that provides us with the atmosphere, gravity and lighting that we need to live.”

“A force?”

“It will be explained in time. Will you walk with me? Your body is still coming back to itself now and the physician said that the walking would help.”

She shook her head. “I don’t remember him saying that?”

“Time moves differently here. What you perceived as a moment was actually close to an hour. Your body did not want to wake. I am wondering if it is a characteristic of your species.”

She wondered about that but didn’t have a chance to ask him what he was referring to, because he kept his grip on her hand and led her out of the medical centre and onto an arcing walkway that stretched between buildings.

He didn’t have to hold her hand as they walked. She clung to him for fear of slipping off the edge of the pathway. Shivering, she held on for dear life until they were in a building where a wide spiral staircase ran around the outer edge of the room and huge frames were spaced along the path at regular intervals.

“Where are we?” The walls absorbed her voice in an eerie way.

“The library of time. I want to explain to you why you are here, and the best way is to show you where you came from.”

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