Will he choose the mission of a lifetime, or the love of his life?

Commander Khal has been tasked with the mission of a lifetime by Prime Councilor Aav, the most powerful Matriarch in the Ring. He must locate and retrieve a weapon so powerful it could plunge trillions of people into civil war, chaos and violence. This is a dangerous mission – the mission he needs to prove himself once and for all as a worthy Eok warrior, just like his brothers before him. He is the Ring’s only hope for peace, and he won’t fail – no matter the cost.

Hazel wants go to Earth to be reunited with her twin sister and she will stop at nothing to achieve that. When she hides under Commander Khal’s spaceship past curfew, she has no idea of the trouble she’s going to cause. Soon enough, she finds herself hurtling into space, far away from home and at the mercy of a stern and dominant Eok warrior who doesn’t want her there.

She is a hindrance to Khal’s mission, but he can’t seem to keep his hands off her anyway. As an intricate web of deception and betrayal threatens to thwart his plan, Commander Khal will have to choose between his lust for Hazel and his duty.

Can he rein in the urges of the Mating Venom, or will he – and the entire Ring – be lost to the Madness?

Publisher’s Note: While this steamy sci-fi romance is the fourth book in the Eok Warriors series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone.


“What happened back there? Why did Gerkin back down when you mentioned Mating Venom? What’s the Mating Venom?” Suspicion brimmed bright in her gaze as she eyed him back, as brazen as always. “And what in the fuck did you mean by you will claim me?”

She took a step closer, her body, lush and female, radiating warmth. Her smell became stronger, spicier as fear gave way to anger. Her temper flared, making her silken cheeks blush.

That mouth—that Midnight God forsaken round mouth opened as she licked her lower lip and he got a glance of her pink, wet tongue.

Mating Venom dripped from his fangs, whispering crazy, savage thoughts in his mind of bare flesh covered in sweet-scented sweat and breathless whimpers of pleasure. Of Hazel, her eyes dark with passion.

“Do you have any idea what those males would have done to you if I hadn’t claimed you?” Khal’s growl twisted his words, turning them into an unveiled threat. Hazel’s eyes flashed brighter as her temper flared, meeting his in her anger. It only made the constant drip of Mating Venom in his mouth stronger, clouding his mind with a thick fog.

Take the female. Take her now before another tries to take her from you.

“What if I refuse to be claimed, ever think of that?” she shouted, taking another step. She was so close now, the smell of her breath tickled his nostrils. “What if I say no one gets to claim me, period?”

Darkness ate away at the edges of his mind as his sanity faltered.

“You refuse my claim on you?” Khal asked, his hands twitching at his sides, the constant drip of the Mating Venom forming a growing abyss inside his mind.

“What if I do?”

Something dark and fierce broke its chains inside Khal. His hand shot out and his fingers curled behind her slender neck. His thumb dug into the soft flesh of her jaw as he tilted her head back, forcing her to look up, exposing the crazed pulse of her jugular. He could feel her blood coursing in a strong, healthy flow under his fingertips, enticing him to bite and claim this female who was his. Lava spread through his veins, seeping inside his body until he was no longer in control.

A beast made of fire and fury had taken his place. It was no use fighting it.

Khal bent, his fangs raking the delicate skin of Hazel’s throat. The female quivered and whimpered under his hold, but she didn’t fight him. He growled with approval as the sweet scent of her arousal came to his nostrils. His seed stem pulsed with need, his seed sack tightening imperiously as he flattened her lush, supple body against his own.

“You’re mine, Hazel,” Khal growled against her flesh. “The Mating Venom can’t be denied. But I still want you willing as I rut over you like the beast that I am.”

His words—words that would have sent any sane female cowering into a corner, crying out in fright—made Hazel moan in response. Her small hands flattened against his chest, but instead of pushing him away, they ran down his stomach and lower to the narrow of his hips.

When her fine-fingered hand closed over his throbbing seed stem, cupping its hardness over the heavy synthetic leather fabric, Khal knew. There was no waiting. No Ceremony to appease Gerkin’s troops.

He was claiming her now; no witness, no ceremony.

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