Heather is taken. Storm will move mountains and galaxies to bring her home.

Earth and Vespia are working well together for the betterment of both societies. Heather and Storm, the Vespian ambassador to Earth, are finally settled into their marriage and home, when she is called back to Earth.

Heather is now six months pregnant and finds her mate a bit overprotective. She can’t help it if she glows when she’s frustrated. Things get a little more complicated when she is called home because of Ialog, the man who keeps trying to separate them. He released information, making it appear she was being mistreated by the Vespians. How is she going to hide her pregnancy? She left Earth sterile.

Storm isn’t happy about his mate leaving the safety of Vespia, but also wants to prove that Heather is happy and safe under his care. He knows Ialog and is worried the man is going to try to take his mate from him again. His fears become very real when Ialog kidnaps her. Now he has to find a way to bring her home.

This is book three in The Vespian Way series but can be enjoyed independently.

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“I never cheat. Use things to my advantage, always.” He cupped them gently, taking their weight into the palm of his hands.

“And trapping my arms so I can’t touch you?”

“Leveling the playing field since you can do things with your mind that I can’t do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to act indignant, but it was hard when he touched her so gently. Heather wanted more.

“You got out of those restraints.”

“It was a fluke.” She smiled at him, soft, seductive. One thought and she stood before him naked. The next moment he was too, thanks to the efficiency of the computer. Heather pressed her palms against his skin, allowing her hands to wander over his chest. Her fingers brushed against his mark. She smiled in satisfaction when his body shuddered. “I see your mark is as sensitive as mine.”

She pressed her lips to it, sucking on the soft tissue before laving it with her tongue.

“Heather.” Placing a finger under her chin, he lifted her face. “That goes right to my groin.”

“I know.” The gleam in her eyes warned him there would be more.

“I’m already so hard for you I can’t think straight.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body, angling hers so she could feel his rigid staff.

“I don’t want you thinking right now. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling me the way only you can.” She had been inching him back to the bed, now she gave him a gentle push so he would sit. Heather placed her knees on either side of his hips and eased herself down on his hard member. “God, that feels so good.”