Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 7, 2022

CAPTIVE (The Survival Race, book 1) - CHAPTER 35

Last week's episode ended with Regan and Duncan detained with their alien master in a prison, giving Max and Addy a little time to get to know each other while they drive the umiak sleigh toward the ice breakups...and hopefully to freedom.

An abducted cop and a gladiator prisoner must learn to trust each other with their lives…and their hearts…to escape their alien captors.    

 

Catch up reading on CAPTIVE here for free: Chapter 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8  Ch 9  Chs 10 & 11  Ch 12  Ch 13  Ch 14  Ch 15  Ch 16  Ch 17  Ch 18  Ch 19  Ch 20  Ch21  Ch22  Chs23&24  Chs25&26  Ch27  Ch28  Ch29  Ch 30  Chs31&32  Chs33&34  Ch35  Ch36  Ch37  Ch38  Chs39&40  Chs41&42  Ch43  Ch44  Ch45

CAPTIVE

Chapter Thirty-Five


For three days, Max brooded in silence, speaking a few words when it was time to eat, rest, or stand guard as she slept. He had retreated into himself like Justice had done the first few months in his new home. Leave him be, Father had said about the stray they had found. The dog will engage with us when he feels safe.

At least she had Superbaby for company and as a constant reminder that she wasn’t completely alone in this world. The baby flip-flopped and kicked, stretching the thermal suit, reminding her of the movie Alien, as if she needed any more reminders of those.

It was an active little sucker. Was it a boy or a girl? Would its hair be strawberry-blonde or dark like Max’s? What color would its eyes be? There was no hurry to find out. A baby on the inside was a less terrifying thought than a baby on the outside. How would she know what to do when it came? She didn’t know the first thing about newborns. She grew up a tomboy and preferred climbing trees and catching frogs to playing house or dress-up. She’d never even diapered a doll.

Superbaby moved. She caressed the little hard bump, presumably the head. How did this little miracle growing inside simultaneously delight and frighten?

The only thing worse than worrying about the uncertain future was not being able to share those feelings. Max didn’t want to talk about himself. Why would he want to talk about her fears?

Loneliness touched her heart. This must have been how her mother had felt. Although, Mom had allowed her loneliness to consume her and damage her relationships. She had isolated herself. Why couldn’t Mom admit she needed someone? That she needed love. That she deserved love.

A lump formed in her throat. Now wasn’t the time to shed tears. What good would it do, anyway? Mom was a million miles away, and Addy would never hear the three words she’d prayed for since childhood.

That was a mistake Addy refused to repeat. Superbaby would know everyday that he was loved.

The only thing in her power now was forgiveness.

Eyes closed and inhaling deep, steady breaths, she turned inward, blocking the sound of the howling wind outside the tent, blocking the wolves’ pounding steps and the sleigh scraping the ice. All thoughts receded until her mind’s eye had one clear image. Her mother. Wearing her mountain rescue uniform. Standing on her back porch under a starry night, staring into the woodland behind her home, her long blonde hair swaying in a summer breeze. She held Zira, scratching the cat’s ears, and kissing her furry head. Mom never had a problem giving love to animals. People, on the other hand, were another matter.

I know you were scared, Mom, Addy said in her mind. I know you did the best you could. I forgive you.

In the darkness, her mother replied, No one is a planet unto herself.

Her eyes flew open. Her heart palpitated. She had hoped meditating about forgiving her mother would result in a little peace of mind and spirit. She’d never imagined it would have resulted in her subconscious doling out advice.

But it was right. Isolation wasn’t the answer. She needed Max, and whether he admitted it or not, he needed her, too.

Addy left the tent to sit next to Max on the driver’s bench. His eyes were shining this morning. The lines beneath his bearded face were smooth, amiable. He appeared to be in a good mood—a human mood—and she wondered if it was due to the bright and clear day or the gentle wind at their backs.

“I want to show you something.” He didn’t resist when she placed his hand on her belly.

“It moved.” His voice rose in awe and he pressed harder. “It moved again.”

“I think it has the hiccups.”

“Get out of town. Babies get hiccups in there?”

She shrugged. “I guess so. It’s too rhythmic to be anything else.”

“Maybe he’s using you as a punching bag while he practices his jabs.” He punched the air a couple of times in demonstration. 

Addy couldn’t help smiling. Not only was Max in a receptive mood, but a playful one. How long would that last? She gathered up her nerve. “I’m scared, Max. This baby is coming in twelve weeks, and I’m not ready. I don’t know how to give birth. I don’t know how to care for a baby.”

“We’ll be at the wildlife refuge before then. I’ll find someone to help you.”

She nodded though doubt weaved through her mind. How many people lived there? Would they accept outsiders? Would they feel inclined to help? “What do you think the refuge is like?”

“I suppose it’s a hard life. Like pioneers in the Old West. Hunting, trapping, struggling for survival. A life of blood, sweat, and tears. And a life far better than what I deserve.”

Her heart ached for him. “How can you say that?”

“Because it’s true.” Tension tightened the muscles in his jaw. His eyes narrowed and then focused on the wolf team. He was on the verge of shutting down again.

“No man is a planet unto himself, Max. Please, talk to me.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You know, when you hold captive something that needs to be set free, it turns on you and takes its revenge. Believe me, I know. Let go of your pain.”

Though his head remained fixed straight ahead, his eyes didn’t appear focused on the team or the snowy terrain. He was staring into space, deep in thought. “Suppose,” he began and stopped. “Suppose I deserve its revenge? Suppose I deserve worse?”

“No one deserves what you’ve gone through.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I’ve done.”

“You’re wrong about that. Besides,” she kept her tone light, “I can’t know what you don’t tell me.”

“Right.” He grew quiet for a moment. “Tell you what. Let’s make an accord. If you don’t change your tune after I open my scars, you get my rations.”

“You’re on.” She reached out her hand to shake on the bet.

“But.” He met her gaze. “You have to open your scars first. I’m curious. What pain did you free?”

Judging by his smug expression, Max must have believed he had outsmarted her. He probably figured she’d never confide in him, so naturally he wouldn’t have to confide in her. Didn’t he know women at all?

“Like I said”—she held out her hand—“you’re on.”

With a look of satisfaction, not surprise, he ignored her gloved hand and placed two fingers to his lips, repeating the bet. When he was finished he rested his hand on her chest. Could he feel her heart pounding from his touch?

“Where to start?” Out of habit, she began picking under her fingernails. It didn’t work with gloves on. “Basically, I messed up my mother’s entire life before I was even born. She got pregnant at nineteen, which somehow was my fault, and she resented me ever since. I stole her youth. I scared the man she loved out of marrying her. I caused her to miss career opportunities.

“My parents were in the Wilderness Rescue. Mom was great at her job, but she’d married her superior, who protected her from dangerous jobs because of me. They argued about that a lot. I remember her yelling one night that if she hadn’t had a baby, she would’ve had his job years ago, and she’d be his superior.”

Strands of hair whipped across her face. She tucked them back into the thermal suit’s hood.

“I never got into trouble, had nearly all As in school, made captain of the softball team, but none of it mattered. I couldn’t make her happy. I thought if I was extra good and did everything on my own, maybe she’d...love me.”

Addy swallowed the lump in her throat. “Depending on yourself for so long makes it difficult to trust others.”

His eyes grew sad, and his shoulders rounded. He nodded in understanding. Of all people, Max truly did understand. Sharing this with him lightened her heart.

“I was determined not to wind up like her. Ironic, right?” She cradled her belly and smiled at the little body parts stretching and moving beneath her thermal suit.

“I’m sorry.” By his tone, he meant for more than her story. He was sorry she was pregnant.

“Don’t be. In some odd way, this baby has actually brought me closer to my mom, if that makes any sense. I understand what she went through now. What she was thinking, feeling. How scared she must have been. Which was probably why she married the first man who came along.

“Don’t get me wrong. My father’s a great guy. He loved me like I was his own flesh and blood. But Mom never loved him and wouldn’t have married him if not for me. A baby changes everything, but unlike my mother, I’ve made a decision to embrace that change.”

She gently touched Max’s arm and leaned in to catch his gaze. He had to see her eyes. He had to know what she was about to say was true in her heart and soul.

“I don’t resent this baby.”

* * *

Her eyes reflected truth. The relief in knowing she didn’t resent his child was surprising. He had tried hard not to care. “That’s good.” He wanted to ask if she still resented him but knew she did. “How did you let go of your pain?”

“I forgave my mom.”

“Just like that?”

“It took a while. The scars are still healing. But I feel much freer. Like I can start moving forward with my life rather than living in fear of the past.”

Damn, she was a strong woman. “I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can.”

“How?”

Her hand rested on his arm again. It wasn’t to gain his attention this time. She already had that. It was to offer support as a friend might. “The first thing you have to do is face your pain. You have to acknowledge it.”

That was the whole problem. He didn’t want to acknowledge it. He’d never spoken about it. Ever. Hell, he had blocked it from his thoughts. To remember it would be to live the torture again. But she had opened her wounds and bled for him, and now it was his turn. He’d promised.

Max took in a deep breath and exhaled a long white cloud. “I was nineteen when my cousin set up an adventure trip—hiking, camping, rafting—for two of his buddies and me. My kid brother tagged along, too. My mom almost didn’t let him go at first. He was fifteen and the other guys were college seniors. But he begged, and I promised to watch out for the little dude, and she gave in.

“One night we were in the mountains playing poker by campfire. There were six of us, including a hiker who’d found our camp that day. After a few hands, we heard bears in the brush near our site, so we made noise to scare them away.

“Cocky bastard that I was, I shot-put a rock the size of a grapefruit at one. Hit it pretty hard, too. But I pissed it off. I didn’t understand it then, but I could actually feel its anger all around me. It was like this eerie fog of hatred rolled into the campsite. Someone else must have felt the same freaky thing, because they shouted the mountain was haunted. That’s when Hell broke loose. The bears charged the camp—except they weren’t bears, they were Hyboreans. My cousin’s buddies took off. Four of us stayed to fight but never got the chance. They hit us with tranquilizer darts.

“We woke up in cages with eighty other guys and were surrounded by aliens. My kid brother was terrified. He clung to me like a burr to socks. I won’t lie. I was terrified, too. A Hyborean grabbed me and I tried to fight him, but I got shocked and taken away.”

Old anger surfaced sharp and raw. He slapped the reins hard and hollered at the team. It wasn’t necessary, but it made him feel better, as did Addy’s hand squeezing his arm for encouragement. He didn’t want to continue. When she heard about what he’d done, she wouldn’t ever want to touch him again. But he had to go on. He had to purge his soul. He’d promised.

“I woke inside a filthy Yard crammed full with gladiators and spent the next five years getting the snot beat out of me. I did everything I could to survive. I learned hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting, archery, and anything anyone would teach me. I learned what I could eat and what could eat me. I analyzed survival races—not so I could win, but so I’d know enough about the planet and the aliens to escape.

“Then one day I’m thrown into a real survival race. This huge guy charges me, hollering. I’ve been practicing for this moment for five years. Pumped up on adrenaline, I throw my spear like a jav. It sailed perfectly. Pierced him dead center in the heart. Killed him instantly. I can still remember that power rush, that exhilaration I enjoyed from taking my first life. It wasn’t until after the guy fell that I realized he’d been calling my name.

“I—I didn’t recognize him. He had long hair and a beard. He was at least six feet tall with an extra hundred pounds of pure muscle. Alien bastards must have pumped him with ’roids. I couldn’t believe he was the first man I murdered. But there he was, lying at my feet, staring through me with dead eyes.”

“Who, Max?”

“Cameron. My kid brother.”

He’d expected her to scream, to shove him away, to cry that he was a monster. Because he truly was one. What else do you call someone who took the life of his baby brother and gained pleasure from it?

He was supposed to have kept Cameron safe.

He’d promised.

Addy didn’t scream or move away. Instead, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He was too numb to resist. Besides, she felt good leaning into him. Soft. Warm. If only he could turn to her and hold her and cry on her shoulder like a boy again. But he wasn’t a boy. Hell, he wasn’t even a man. He was a murderous beast.

Cameron had run toward his big brother—his idol—with excitement and relief lighting his eyes, and Max had raced toward his kid brother with Hell’s fury in his. What had Cameron been thinking when Max threw that spear? What had he been thinking when it pierced his heart? He loved his brother, but in Cameron’s last thoughts, he would have believed Max hated him.

“I prayed every day that Cameron would be reawakened. I’ve searched every Yard I’ve been to. Every race. Every hospital. I’ve never seen him again. I never got to tell him I’m sorry.” The last two words came out as a whisper. The lump in his throat wouldn’t allow anything more.

Addy sniffled. She wiped her nose and the frozen tears from her cheeks. “There’s still a chance he’s out there somewhere. You have to keep faith.”

Max half shrugged a shoulder. He’d given up on faith a long time ago.

“What about your cousin? Do you know what happened to him?”

“No. Never saw him since the day I was taken from the cage. He wasn’t very athletic. He’d never have survived being a gladiator. I’m sure he’s dead. They both are. Because of me. If I hadn’t gone camping. If I hadn’t provoked the aliens. If I hadn’t thrown that damn spear.” He squeezed shut his eyes to prevent the spill of tears. Unable to hold his head up any longer, he let it fall onto his fists.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, stroking his hair. So what that her hands were gloved? Her touch was tender and caring. It felt good. He hadn’t been touched like that in a long time. Desire sparked within him.

He wanted to kiss her chapped lips. He wanted to carry her inside the tent. He wanted to strip her naked and fu—

Oh hell.

His vulnerability had weakened him. She had to stop touching him before his animal urges took over. He had to remember he was a beast. If he got too close to Addy or the baby, he would hurt them. He wouldn’t want to, but he inevitably would.

He shot upright, spine straight, jaw set, and heart hardened. “Now do you understand why I deserve my pain?” His gladiator voice sounded reassuring to his ears.

She didn’t appear taken aback by his sudden attitude change. She hadn’t jerked away, but she knew not to touch him, either. She sat there with her hands under her soccer-ball belly. “No. By my calculations, you’ve overpaid for your sins.”

How could she say that after knowing his terrible secret? What made her think he didn’t deserve more pain as punishment for all the beastly things he’s done?

“There’s only one thing more difficult than forgiving someone else, Max.” Her gray eyes turned sober. “That’s forgiving yourself.”

Could he do that? Did he even deserve to do that?

He leaned back, grabbed the food sack behind him, and then tossed it to her. “You won my rations. Dig in.”

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My heart breaks for Max. The things that poor man went though on this planet. No wonder he considers himself a beast. Can Addy help him learn to forgive himself? Maybe we'll find out in next week's episode  Chapter 36 or you can read the full story now for only $2.99 at your favorite retailers.

 

K.M. FAWCETT 
Romance with a rebel heart  

 

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Rewind: Where does my book fit?

This is a repeat of an article I wrote back in 2018. The issue remains the same and it's something that's very important to me.

I sometimes wonder how big the market is for stories like mine. I can't in all conscience adorn my covers with beautiful male chests, although I'll admit I did try it, a long time ago. (See left) I suspect it worked, too, because readers at least read the blurb. But over time, my stories have become less explicit when it comes to sex, and I believe lots of man-titty signals explicit sex. On the flame scale, I wouldn't put my books at more than 2-3. They're not fade to black when the bedroom door closes, but you wouldn't want to use them as a 'how to'.

Science fiction is such a hard genre to define and the merge with fantasy is unavoidable. We write about 'science' that does not exist. It may in the future, but it's impossible now. Artificial gravity, forms of faster-than-light travel, advanced artificial intelligence, lifelike avatars, alien beings - the list goes on. It's not magic. We don't have magic in our SF worlds. But we can have shifters, vampires, strange alien psi powers and the like. Anything, really - as long as we claim a scientific explanation.

Anne McCaffrey's much-loved Pern series is one that has often been poo-pooed by the SF purists. It has dragons and mental telepathy, so it's fantasy. But the dragons are genetically engineered local species, with powers that evolved so the little fire lizards could escape the ravages of thread. Somebody once described the dragons as an ecologically sustainable air force. I like that. As far as I'm concerned, that's SF, not fantasy. As we say in the copyright notice on our books, "any resemblance to any person (or animal) is purely coincidental".

I actually find it harder to fit the romance half of the title. I'd be much more comfortable being in Science Fiction - romance. Genre, you see. It’s all about marketing. Into which pigeonhole does this book fit? I had some fun drawing a diagram to illustrate some of the complexities of genre.

 Some genres are pretty easy. In romance, the romance must be the focus of the plot, and it must have a happy ever after (HEA) ending or a happy for now (HFN) ending. I talked about the rules of romance here. But every genre has ‘shades of grey’ (yeah, yeah). Science fiction ranges between hard SF and soft SF. I discussed that here. On the hard SF – soft SF line, I’d put most space opera sort of in the middle. Star Wars and Star Trek would definitely be down the soft SF end, McDevitt’s books would be down the hard SF end. Romance has its continuum, too, often expressed in degrees of ‘heat’ (ie explicit sex scenes). In ‘sweet’ romance, the scene stops at the bedroom door. In erotic romance, the sex is explicit.

Now we get to science fiction romance, which is a combination of two genres. The SCIENCE romance – ROMANCE science line indicates what is the most important focus of the work. Would we have a story without the romance? Would we have a story without the science? I would suggest that real SFR should be down the science ROMANCE end – I think Avatar is a good example. Without the romance, there is no story. And in Avatar the explicitness of the sex component is most definitely ‘sweet’. Interestingly enough, one of McCaffrey’s early works, Restoree, is listed in science fiction. Yet Restoree is without a doubt science fiction romance, with a ‘sweet’ tag on the sex register. So SFR has been around for a while, mixed in with SF. But there isn't a lot. When I went looking, Linnea Sinclair's books were in romance, not SF.

It’s a pretty complex combination of components.

When I started writing, I knew I’d write SF because that’s what I like. But I wanted to add a bit of emotion to my writing. Most SF either seemed to leave out love and sex (Asimov), or it was so understated that it almost disappeared. An example of the latter is Moon’s Serrano series. SF was pulp fiction, with an expectation that it was fast-paced action-adventure. A response to a query I sent to a publisher around 2008 reinforced that belief. “Well written, but needs more action.” So I added more action. Still no cigar.

Okay, what about science fiction romance? Ah, but most SFR books are in the romance section. This has an advantage in one way, because romance sales are way, way more than SF. But it seems only a small subset of romance readers will read SF. Moreover, the expectation for the romance genre is that the romance is the core of the book. No romance, no story. I can honestly say that not one of my books fits that definition. Of them all, the Iron Admiral duo come closest and even with those two I had to do some serious tweaking for my editor to agree it had earned a romance tag.

We are told that sticking to one genre when writing is a good idea. And it makes sense. With that in mind, I resolved to write SFR, albeit with less emphasis on the romance. 

As far as SFR is concerned, I'm definitely going against the trend. I see more and more books that emphasize the sex. Reverse harem has become popular and sexual encounters with aliens and cyborgs is huge. It's a matter of personal taste, isn't it?

What’s the outcome? Well, if you’re looking for a fast-paced, action-packed read with a complex plot – come on in, sit right down. Would you like to call that pulp fiction? Sure. Will there be some emotional elements, some sex? Sure. Love is a powerful emotion, sex is a fundamental driving force. You’ll find those things in everything I write. Do I do my research? You bet I do. I try to make my science sound, my history correct, my settings convincing. 

And as it happens, SFR stalwart, Pauline Baird Jones, has just started a group for books like mine - and hers. Lots of action, lots of romance but the sex is not explicit. It's called Blush Free Books. If you're a reader who prefers to skip the steamy scenes, this might be a group for you. 

About Blush Free Books

Welcome to Blush Free Books, a website and newsletter dedicated to building a community of readers who love exciting, action-filled, and well-written books that are hotter than the clean and sweet, but close the door on the steamy scenes. 

There are communities aplenty for steamy and inspirational books, but there is an underserved group in the middle: readers who crave well-written books with all the action, suspense, excitement, and romance without the graphic sex. These stories have the edge-of-your-seat action with a hint of spicy language and some of the sexual tension not found in the cleaner-sweeter stories.

The group is not just for SFR. You'll find fantasy, crime, paranormal novels that all share that basic characteristic - the sex isn't explicit. If that's your thing, come on over and join us. Authors, you're invited, too. See you there!


 

Friday, December 10, 2021

WILDE CHRISTMAS RELEASE!

I’m thrilled to share with you Dean and Lacey’s story. They both battled illness and injury in the past and must learn to trust as they open their hearts and their wounds to each other.

WILDE CHRISTMAS is a part of the Candlewood Falls shared-world series, a unique world of connected stories by three different authors whose characters, business, and events appear in each other’s stories. How fun is that? It’s like a literary soap opera. The Candlewood Falls books can be read in any order, as every book features a new couple who finds true love.

Christmas is about to get Wilde!

All Lacey Wilde wants for Christmas is to open her long-awaited bed & breakfast. When her only guest is a sexy stranger who claims her adopted Military Working Dog is his, Lacey isn’t about to lose her fur baby—or her heart—to charming Marine veteran Dean Hunter.

But the K-9 controversy is the least of their troubles. Danger lurks in the shadows of Candlelight Inn, and someone will stop at nothing to steal Lacey’s heirloom ornaments. Can Dean protect the woman he’s fallen for against a deadly threat, or will this Christmas be their last?

Wilde Christmas is available now at these stores


Amazon     Apple     B&N     Kobo     Books2Read

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To celebrate WILDE CHRISTMAS’ release, WILDE TEMPTATION (book 1) is available for 99c until 12/12/21.  
 
A plant geneticist and a palm reader cook up a love potion after mixing his new apples into her old-world recipe. Now folks in their small town are hungry for love!

Will Sam and Faith be tempted by their simmering desire or will they reverse their accidental aphrodisiac before stirring up more trouble in Candlewood Falls?

Add into the mix the only investor who can save Sam’s orchard from foreclosure—Faith’s jealous ex-boyfriend—and Wilde Orchards is about to live up to its name.

Are you tempted?

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ENJOY A WILDE ROMANCE!


K.M. Fawcett

Romance with a rebel heart

 
 

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Would You Fight Back?

I remember reading a comment from a woman about self-defense and how she felt that if attacked, she could never fight back, as she could never hurt another mother's son.

Wow. That's a pretty noble statement.

Now, she didn't state her reasons for this. It could be her religious belief, or her moral code, or perhaps she'd recently given birth and couldn't imagine hurting another mother's child. I don't know. But it did make me think.

And my conclusion?

Yeah...no, I could never be that noble.

While I'd like to believe I have good moral principles, I know absolutely, without a doubt that if I were attacked or threatened, I'd fight back. There is no turning the other cheek for this girl. I'd punch, kick, claw, bite, poke out eyes...anything to get away. No, I'm not normally a violent person (ahem...I just write violent books) but if the situation comes down to my life versus the assailant's, you can be sure I'll fight for mine with everything I've got.

In my new release, Renegade (Survival Race #3), Griffin is a gentleman and a scientist who, after an incident in his past, vowed never to hurt anyone, again. Unfortunately, in order for him to win a spaceship to shepherd his people to freedom, he must compete in the Survival Race. How will he fare in a blood sport where the last man alive wins? Well, let's just say it's a good thing he teams up with female gladiator, Katana, who teaches him what she knows.

Unfortunately, Griffin has to do quite a few things he never thought himself capable of, especially when it comes to saving the heroine (and himself). But this sport isn't all about self-defense. At some point he will have to become an active participant. Much of this book takes place during Survival Races, therefore it is action-packed. However, I admit I was concerned readers might feel there was too much violence for a romance. So far, early reviews have been positive with 4 and 5 stars and no mention of the level of violence. *sighs in relief*

Unlike Griffin and Katana, chances are good that you and I will never have to fight to the death. However, I'd like to pose the question to you...If you were attacked, would you or would you not fight back?

If you would fight back, is there anything that you wouldn't do (like biting or poking out eyes)? If you wouldn't fight back, why not? I'm curious to know your thoughts, and whether or not you have martial arts or self defense experience. Looking forward to your comments.

Authors: What level of violence do you include in your science fiction romances? Have readers ever told you it was too much? 

RENEGADE

The last man alive wins!

When a rebel scientist and a female gladiator team-up in the Survival Race, they unwittingly fall for each other. But the alien masters demand a single champion, and the rivals-turned-lovers are forced to choose between winning their freedom and losing their hearts.

 
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Renegade is the third stand-alone book in the Survival Race series. Each book's couple finds their happily ever after. No cliffhangers.

You can catch up on the first two books in the Survival Race series...

CAPTIVE

A rookie cop and an alpha gladiator band together to escape their alien captors in a chilling race for survival and soon discover freedom isn’t all they desire.


 FEARLESS

When a soul jumper embraces a gladiator warlord’s darkest secrets, their destinies unite in a fight to save their loved ones. But victory demands they surrender more than their hearts.
 

Stay safe out there!

K.M. Fawcett

Romance for the Rebel Heart 

www.kmfawcett.com