He loves her. She hates him. A perfect combination.

The Rebellion launches an attack on the Ruins. The Colonel saves Iolanthe during the attack and takes her with him to a secret safe house. The Colonel isn’t about to give up easily—not on her, and not on his nation. He is not the only one who wants her. He’s not the only one willing to die for her.

Tiberius takes control of the reconstruction of the Ruins. Flushing out the rebellion forces and eliminating the threat. During the process, the second in command meets a woman who may change his mind about his confirmed bachelor status. He’s never felt this way about a woman. Ever.

Maxim meets with Ryva, the Elysium queen. Her goal is to merge their territories and lead with the Colonel by her side. His goal is to control both territories alone. A dictator with no control. A captive unwilling to obey. The battle lines have been drawn.

This is book three in the Colonel’s Conquest series. It does not have a happily ever after but will at the conclusion of the series with Possession, Colonel’s Conquest – Book Four – coming soon.

Publisher’s Note: This dark dystopian, sci-fi romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of action, adventure, mystery, suspense, dubious consent, power exchange, adult themes, possible triggers, and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt

“People are afraid of me.”

“I’m not.”

He grinned. “No. That’s why I like you.” His smile disappeared, knowing he had to grovel some more. He realized he wanted to, that he wasn’t above doing it. “You know, you do scare the shit out of me and I’ll fully admit it. I’ve never cared for anyone or anything in my life. I’ve been alone, all the time, alone—”

He turned his eyes away. She ran her fingers along his jawline.

“Not anymore,” she said.

He turned his face into her palm, letting her cradle him in her tiny hand. His heart might explode with the fascination of hope stemming from that promise in her voice and in her touch. Might he have a chance at redemption? A dark and twisted and cold man like him?

“No,” he said softly. “Not anymore.”