| "...has once again taken us on a fantastic journey to worlds far beyond ours, and given us a story to die for..." Lydia Funneman Writers Unlimited "...again Angela has brought you to the edge her civilized universe and the Outlaw Sector to provide a tale of uniqueness and adventure....the story is riveting, the characters strong and well developed, and the love is worth the fight." Rose! Romance at Heart "…a delightfully grounded heroine involved in a melting pot of passion, betrayal and lazers a blazing!" Jemma Hipper - reader "The Taming of the Shrew meets Star Trek...We have another winner. From the moment we are dropped into the latest scuffle between peacekeepers and outlaws, readers know they are in for a non-stop wild adventure ride. Kelley A. Hartsell ck2s Kwips and Kritiques |
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| "…another 5 star entry… shows that ingrained integrity, honor, courage and of course a sense of humor will get you through the darkest times." Brenda Edde, Romance Junkies |
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| Heart of a Peacekeeper |
| “When, exactly, are you going to let us out?” “I figure a week should be good.” “You can’t be serious!” “Push my buttons anymore, Daamen, and I’ll stretch it to two weeks.” Simon wanted to do more than push her buttons. In fact, his hand itched to do a lot more... His jaw clenched. “What’s the fine?” Ignoring him, she watched the old man hand the trays of food through the bars. “Peacekeeper?” Simon persisted. “I asked what the fine was. I’ll have it paid.” Des looked at him. “I’ll think about it.” “For how long?” Her scowl deepening, she strode to the bars, stopped directly opposite him and glared. “Until I damned well choose.” “’Tis hardly fair--” “No one ever said I had to be fair, trader. Right now, I don’t need brawling jerks around my settlement.” “The brawl was due to my men standing up for some wenches--” Her eyes flashed. “Look, trader, tavern wenches get roughed up. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, but it’s a fact. They know it; they risk it. Getting into a brawl and having some of my peacekeepers hurt is something I won’t tolerate.” Taking a deep breath, Simon inadvertently inhaled her scent. Beneath the dirt and taint of blood, was a soft, flowery scent. It seeped into his senses, and unconsciously he leaned toward her, inhaling again. They stared at each other... or rather, she glared, while he eyed her with renewed interest. copyright: Angela Verdenius 2007 |