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Solace: A contemporary sci/fi fantasy of romance and adventure.
Will one of Mother Nature’s favorite Fae Warrior
the battle, but lose her heart?
Solace and Tanner
are fighting for their lives
as Reptile invaders
threaten to take over Earth.
Solace: The Fae Warriors Trilogy book 1
Solace: Fae Warriors book 1
There must be some mistake. The man
striding toward her couldn’t be Tanner Jackson. Dressed in a black t-shirt,
camo cargo pants, and rugged lace up boots, he looked ready for a special ops
mission, not a day of wrestling with figures and scientific data. Tall and
well-muscled, he appeared rock solid, like he belonged in the age of Athena. In
fact, he seemed so overwhelmingly masculine, she worried he might not be human.
That gave her pause. Had the Reps already established a man on the inside?
Other than Reps, she had nothing against
alternate species, including humans. She just liked to know for sure with whom
or what she was dealing. Double standard of course, as she had no intentions of
letting this man know her Fae status.
His dark brown hair, curiously well beyond
regulation length, curled past the nape of his neck, and even darker brown eyes
studied her as he drew near. He halted before her, his arms crossed over his
broad chest, his stance slightly spread to give maximum stability. Without a word, he reached for the I.D.
dangling from the strap around her neck.
hoped for a tour of the facility,” she said, snatching the card from his hand.
His commanding presence made her feel out of
control, not an acceptable condition unless she happened
to be in his bed. Oh for crying Cassiopeia, this was not the time for randy
thoughts and daydreams. Right now she needed her wits about her. She clamped
her lips together and returned his unyielding stare, all the while wondering
what secrets he knew as she fought the urge to become lost in the dark depths
of his eyes.
“I’m afraid your request is out of the
question,” he said, snapping her back to reality. “We’re on level six lockdown.
Any higher and our interview would have been cancelled, a true shame as I would
have been very sorry to disappoint you.”
She doubted he could disappoint a woman in
any capacity. “Why the high security?” she asked, following as he turned and
headed for the door he’d come through. “Let’s start the interview with that
He gave a little snort of amusement and
escorted her to a comfortable room housing a table, plush chairs, a small
fridge and a coffee machine. Not waiting for her, he took to a chair and
scrubbed a hand across his face. Only now did she notice the shadowy smudges
beneath his eyes. He looked like he needed a good night’s sleep. Again her mind
strayed to a vivid image of him in bed. It hadn’t taken long for her to
disregard her vow to swear-off Earth men. Cursing her racing hormones, she took
the chair across from him and pulled out her hand-held to record their
“No taping,” he said.
“Some areas have voice activated security
With a huff she reached for the recording
device intending click it on as she shoved it back inside her purse. He grabbed
her wrist and stopped her cold then calmly relieved her of the little
contraption, removed the back panel, and flipped out the rechargeable battery.
With a knowing look, he deposited the pieces back into her hand.
Calling up her best expression of sarcastic
disdain, she dumped everything inside her purse and dug around for a pen and
paper. The back of her grocery list would have to do.
He still hadn’t answered her first
question, but by now she couldn’t remember what it had been so she tried
another. “Maybe you could tell me more of what you do here.” She had a basic
idea but was curious to see what he would reveal.
“How about some coffee?” he asked, rising
and heading toward the coffee maker. Again he avoided answering her question.
This was going to be a fascinating interview.
“I’d prefer tea,” she said, just to be
Not missing a beat, he accommodated the
request. For a big man he moved easily, just short of graceful, as he went
about the mundane chore. How could he stand to work in an office capacity,
cruelly forcing his gorgeous body to sit in a chair behind a computer day after
day? He looked like he should be on the frontlines saving the world from the
disaster she feared they were heading
“Straight up or fancy?” he asked.
“Straight up is fine.” It didn’t really
matter as she hated tea and had no intentions of drinking it.
He set the cup before her along with a
little plate of cookies. How sweet, now she felt guilty about requesting the
tea. After resuming his seat, tasting his coffee, and eating a cookie in two
bites, he stared at her like a hopeful child waiting for her to do the same.
Left with little choice, she took a nibble of cookie and braved a sip of tea.