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Lover and Commander
ISBN 9781419918704
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Lover and Commander Copyright © 2008 Jez Morrow.
Edited by Briana St. James.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication October 2008
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LOVER AND COMMANDER
Jez Morrow
Chapter One
The space fighter pilots had just returned from patrol. They were
passing through the dock of Terra Station Zulu when they saw
the Kury.
All six pilots bunched to a halt.
“Well
damn
, they build ‘em fine on Kuryash!” said Liam Grey.
Liam’s mates cranked their heads around and took gingerly steps
sideways to put some space between them and him, their
eyebrows high and dubious.
It was just not the kind of comment a man makes about another
male.
“What?” Liam defended, his hands spread wide. “Are you
looking at the same son of bitch I am?”
The Kuryeen were a beautiful people and this Kury was the elite
of his kind.
A striking male figure, the Kury made an exotic dramatic
entrance to Terra Station Zulu as he stepped out of his transport.
He wore little clothing—either because he didn’t need the
warmth or he liked to show off his build. And he was definitely
built
.
All Kuryeen were proud and this one went way past proud to
outright haughty. His seductive lips were set between a snarl and
a pout. Black leather breeches rode low on his narrow hips and fit
close enough to outline the muscles of his thighs and to show the
strong sexy indentations in his buttocks when he turned
momentarily to allow Security to scan him.
The scan was probably not really a question of identity. The
Security officer just wanted to look at him.
The Kury wore black deck boots because regulations required
footgear on the station, but little else. That left a lot of red-bronze
skin on display, the muscles clearly delineated underneath it,
rippling hard and sleek.
His high cheekbones and narrow nose were handsomely chiseled.
Thick black eyelashes framed his fine onyx eyes. There was no
trace of hair on his chin or jaw and no hair on his smooth broad
chest. The hair on his head was very long and nearly black. He
wore it tied back in a tail. The ends brushed at his lean taut ass.
Tattoos worked in an alien pattern of gold and translucent blue
snaked a narrow path down one side of his neck and continued
down one wide shoulder, down one broad chest plate and down
his side. The decorations led on downward inside the curve of his
left hipbone to disappear provocatively into his breeches.
Other than his breeches and boots, the Kury wore only a black
ribbon choker which held a brilliant blood-red stone at his throat,
a black ribbon tied on his powerful left biceps and a knife
scabbard strapped at his thigh.
His fingernails were short, but dark and thick as claws.
Staring at the Kury, Liam became aware of someone coming up
behind him only when one of her arms was sliding around Liam
and the other arm around Nors. It was Zarena, a perky dock
worker. She started to say, “How are my favorite hunks—?”
She caught sight of the Kury and inhaled so hard she finished in a
fit of coughing.
“There,” said Liam to the other pilots as if Zarena had just proved
his point. The Kury was built very fine.
Zarena hung on Liam for support as she gazed on the vision of
male divinity on the space dock. “Oh my
God
!
”
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