Ronan Hark and Noah Kabot are deep space salvagers, partners in business as well as in life. While investigating an old ship, they discover a cryo chamber holding the frozen body of a beautiful woman who’s been asleep for thirty-one years. Against Ronan’s better judgment, they take the chamber and wake her up.
Alivia has spent her life living as a sheltered yet unloved princess, until the day she is forced into cryo stasis. It was only supposed to be for a short time, but somehow her ship crashed and she became nothing more than a memory.
But now everything has changed. A hunter is after her and killing anyone who knows she’s alive. As they race across the expanse of space, can Ronan and Noah keep her safe? And what happens when she finally returns home to confront a life that forgot about her?
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, anal sex
Ronan moved cautiously through the ship. The thick view windows had cracked upon impact, allowing dirt and rocks to tumble inside. Everything was washed out, colorless. Lifeless. He made his way through the broken, silent ship, dreading to see the cockpit and the remains of the captain. But much to his surprise, the control room stood empty.
He moved to the engine console and wiped off the inches-thick dirt, baring the powerless control panels. He sat his computer board on it and activated it. Seconds later the cockpit came to life as the wireless remote downloaded all the information available. It didn’t last long, and as soon as all the data was collected, he disconnected the console, shutting down the power surge. The small area fell silent and lifeless once again.
He activated the neural com link with Noah. “Where are you?”
“I’m next to a large clump of twisted metal.”
Ronan rolled his eyes. “Well, that narrows it down.”
“Wait,” Noah’s distracted voice told him. “I think I found what was causing the power signature.”
Ronan hesitated, but when Noah didn’t contact him after a minute he went after him, making his way carefully through the rubble into the back of the ship.
“Ronan, you won’t believe this.”
He pushed into the back of the ship, which was actually in much better shape than the front, and saw him standing next to a large steel box. Through his visor Ronan could see the surprise covering the younger man’s face.
“What is it?”
Noah shook his head. “It’s a cryo chamber. And it’s occupied.”
Ronan hurried over. The metal box, also known as a cold coffin, held a sleeping woman inside. He couldn’t see much of her because of all the tubes obscuring much of her face, but he could tell she was young, with flaming red hair—a glaring contrast to the paleness of her features.