He loves her… She loves him… What can go wrong?

After a thirty-year war, every country has fallen and become the joined nation of Burania, the empire created by genetically altered individuals. They have conquered the world but Matthew, second in command of the resistance force named The Elite, is working diligently along with other Elite members to regain independence for their once free country America.

The Elite have managed to regain control of New York City for now, though the fight grows more fierce each day to hold on to it. When Matthew injures one of the Generals of the Royal Guard, rather than annihilate her, he secretly takes her home and helps her heal while trying to ignore his overwhelming attraction to her. She’s Buranian, yet his heart doesn’t seem to care.

Lilliana, the injured General of the Royal Guard, doesn’t have any memory of how she ended up in Matthew’s apartment. And also has no memories of who she is or even her name. Matthew is taking excellent care of her though, and she finds herself attracted to him too. If it weren’t for her memory loss, she would think she could stay with him forever… But there is something wrong, she knows it inherently, but can’t figure out what it is.

This is book two in The Final Rebellion series and is a complete romantic story, which can be enjoyed independently. No cliffhanger.

Publisher’s Note: This sci-fi romance contains elements of fantasy, action, adventure, danger, power exchange, mild age play, and sensual themes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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That heat she had scarcely felt before radiated through her as his hands grasped her hips, demanding and possessive. He didn’t say much this time as he stroked along her breasts, sucking gently at their peaks, nipping until she gasped, she bit her lip between her teeth to prevent a cry of painful pleasure. She stood between his legs, feeling his hands all over her, smoothing her milky skin, claiming it, marking it with his almond and fig scent. Marking her.

His hands found their way to her hips again once her flesh was fully flushed with heat. He unwound the string around her waist, loosening her sweats and dropping them down to her ankles. He lifted her into his lap with one flex of his biceps. She straddled him naked, her core already wound tight even without the hardness of his cock pressed firmly between her legs. He pulsed against her, and her body twitched in response.

His arm swept around her, twisting and lowering her onto the bedsheets beneath him. Right where she wanted to be.