The Misfits rescue Romila

 

When you have three independent women who all buck the mould, things will never always be rosy. And that was true of Morgan's Misfits – Jirra, Chet, and Toreni. If you missed the story of how the ladies got together, read all about it here. But time has gone on and all’s not well within the team. Toreni and Chet have fallen out, Toreni is considering an offer that might be too good to refuse, and Jirra has doubts about her future.It's fun balancing the dynamics of these three very different women and their skill sets.

In the second book, Rescuing Romila, the team is stationed undercover on Shar Burk space station, a hive of corruption and villainy presided over by Governor Soldar. Their role is to collect intelligence about Soldar's operation for Fleet Intel but while they're there, they rescue Romila, who owns a souvenir shop, from an attack. They've stumbled across a drug-smuggling ring and, with Romila in tow, they set off to track down the perpetrators.

This story takes us to the cold planet Akhlut where Romila's paramour, archaeologist Sunil, is working on a dig. It's also where the statues of warriors that Romila sold in her shop are carved. They had been hollowed out to hold drugs. But there's more to Akhlut than cold temperatures and drug smuggling. On her own, Toreni learns of a secret hidden in the mountains and the drug-smuggling operation morphs into something even more dangerous. The Misfits must resolve their differences. If they don’t act together, and quickly, many lives will be at risk.

There's lots of action and adventure - but there's also romance. Toreni may well have found the love of her life. In this scene, Romila is having dinner with her new friend, Alric.

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Alric gestured at the dance floor where two couples swayed to music provided by a trio of performers. "Come and dance."

Dance? The nerves flared again. Not that she couldn't dance. Where she was raised dancing came with growing up. Music played, you danced. Oh, why not? She was here for a good time. Alric took her hand and led her the four steps to the dance floor. His hand was warm and strong, but gentle. He slipped his arm around her waist and drew her against him, not too close. She gazed into his eyes. They were yellow, like hers, but with flecks of amber.

"Do you know the steps?" she asked.

"No. Doesn't matter, does it? It's a slow pace. We can just walk around in time to the music."

She giggled. "We can do that."

It was nice. The music floated around her, an easy two-part rhythm that she could follow without thinking. The man holding her guided her and soon it was just her, and him, alone in a sensual mist of their own making.

She floated back to reality when the music stopped.

"A pity," Alric murmured. "I enjoyed that." He hadn't let her go.

"So did I."

He leaned in closer to whisper, his breath warm on her ear. "Fancy dessert at my place?"

She gazed up into eyes dark with heat. Dessert wasn't going to be cake and cream. The little voice insisting it was too early and she wasn't ready was shoved aside by another woman shouting that tomorrow might never happen, seize the moment while you can. She smiled. "I'd like that."

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