Stolen Earth

Delroi Connection 3

Britt Anderson is retired. Secretive and fiercely independent, she journeys to Delroi to spend time with her two oldest friends. She doesn’t expect to be dragged back into the spy business when she gets there, but the lure is impossible to fight for a not so reformed adrenalin junkie. Danger. Conspiracy. What’s not to love?

But there’s always a price and it presents itself as the darkly dangerous Barak Trace. She can’t deny the attraction, but has enough sense to steer clear of the possessive glint in his gaze. Until he somehow manages to merge his psychic abilities with hers. When he’s captured by rebel forces, she has no choice but to go after him. The question is will she be able to free herself once he’s rescued? And will she even want to?

Originally published in 2009.

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Excerpt

She’d vacillated between fury and abject terror so much over the past few days she didn’t know if she was coming or going anymore. It wasn’t fear of being injured or killed herself that worried her. She’d been in worse tight spots. No. It was the loss of half of her soul that terrified her. Damn Barak. When she got her hands on him she might kill him herself for putting her in this position.

Britt Anderson stood back in the shadows of an alley, in the massive southern city on Delroi that was the seat of the rebels’ power. It was called Saber City, named after the ruling Saber clan. She watched and waited for a signal from Jaxon and his men. The Overchief’s men. And while her old friend Kendall may have mated with the Delroi leader, Britt only trusted them because they worked for Barak, the Delroi Spymaster who’d somehow tied his soul to hers moments before being taken prisoner by these southern rebels. She had no idea who’d taken him or why, but she’d been looking for him for weeks.

The darkness in front of her shifted the slightest fraction, the barest inch, and her eyes narrowed. Focused. Picked apart the shadows. Not something a regular person–a non-combatant–would have noticed, could have done. She pressed her lips together and bit hard, reminding herself. She’d never been one of them. Never been a civilian. Never been a normal functioning part of the masses.
She sensed the spy moving up to her before she saw him. Didn’t tense and give herself away as he approached. Barely managed to not flinch. She gritted her teeth. Where was all her fabled cold, self-control now?

“The informant says he’s in there,” Jaxon whispered, nodding once towards the building across the street and two doors down. “We have someone inside but you won’t have a lot of time. Get in and get out. You have twenty minutes to get to the rendezvous point.”

She nodded. “Got it,” she replied so softly her words were a whisper of air, the barest current.

She hoped like hell she did. The place was a warren. The streets and lanes and alleys were narrow twisting paths, the five and six story buildings so close they blotted out the sky. It was almost like being back on Earth where she’d done a brief stint in the Moroccan Kasbah, which was not reassuring because she’d never figured it out either.

Jaxon moved closer to her, close enough to brush up against her side, and even though she knew he wasn’t interested in her at all, it made her skin crawl. It made her nervous and shifty and want to lash out. She ground her teeth together. This was not like her. This was Barak not wanting anyone near her. This was her letting him affect her even though he’d gone quiet. She almost growled, but repressed the urge as Jaxon began whispering instructions in her ear. It could wait–her anger and frustration–until they were sure Barak was free and safe. Then she would make him pay for all her discomfort.

She crossed the street and rapped lightly on the door three times, paused, then rapped twice more in the prearranged signal. The door was opened by a short, cowled person, but she’d learned in the last few weeks that didn’t mean anything. Everyone wore robes in the southern hemisphere on Delroi. Everyone wore hoods. It certainly aided in hiding one’s identity, but the main reason was to protect from the unrelenting wind, from the sand that was a constantly moving force against sensitive skin.

“Quickly,” the covered person-a man?-said. He led her to a door at the end of a hall. “He’s in the third room.” A woman. The timbre was definitely a woman’s voice. She pressed something into Britt’s hand. “The key. Downstairs. Third door and then follow the tunnel out.”

She didn’t give Britt a chance to respond, instead pushed her through the door and shut it firmly behind her. She stumbled on the steps but quickly found her footing. It was dark but there was enough dim lighting to guide her way. Her hands shook as she found the third door and inserted the key in the lock. Twisted.

She held the battery powered torch up and flicked the switch. Squinted as light suddenly flooded the area. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, seconds she didn’t have, but she was already moving forward. Barak was restrained in the middle of an empty room. Legs tied to the bottom of a chair and arms pulled behind his back. She moved quickly. Cut the ropes at his ankles and wrists fast.

“Barak,” she whispered harshly when he didn’t move. “Wake up.”

One moment he was out like a light and she was afraid she was too late. The next he was in motion. Standing. Propelling himself and her under him, to the wall. He moved so fast. Lips peeled back in a snarl, gaze wild. Like a creature out of nightmare. She stared him in the eyes. Saw madness there and willed him to come back to her. He held her hands over her head and she struggled against him, but it was a useless fight. He was bigger, faster, stronger.

Her only recourse was mental communication. But it made the bond between them stronger so she hated to resort to telepathy. Which was stupid, really, considering how pissed and worried she’d been when he cut his mind off from hers. She almost reconsidered and pulled back, but she couldn’t stand to leave him this half-mad creature.

“Barak. Barak! Come back to me.” Something flashed in his eyes. Knowledge. Civilization. “Please, baby. Please.”