WARRIORS OF

YEDAHN

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Terminally ill bride candidate + an alien wolf in doctor's clothing = healing that lasts longer than a lifetime.

What can a Low Tier woman do when she's terminally ill? Enter an elite alien warrior training program thinking there is no way she will ever be chosen as a bride and mate. She desperately needs the stipend to take care of her mother- especially when she has agreed to die in return for money.

 

He refuses to watch another woman he loves die. Secret warrior Jaron came to Earth to study human medicine as a part of the Yadeshi-human treaty and exchange program. When Mila entered his office months ago, he realized she possessed the spirit of warrior and healer- and decided he would do everything to make sure she lived. Even against her will. Even if it means bonding her as his mate... without her full knowledge. He's determined that when she finds out what he has done, she won't reject him.

 

But Mila is hiding secrets from Jaron. A girl has to hedge her bets and even though he told her to stay away from the research facility hosting a sinister clinical trial... well- they pay. And the more money she can squirrel away for her mother once Mila dies, the better.

 

Except now they want to know why Mila is miraculously healing from a terminal illness... they want to study the strange things happening to her DNA. They are willing to kidnap her to enforce her cooperation.

This is a steamy hot, friends-to-lovers science fiction romance for readers who love strong willed heroines and alpha male alien warriors. Standalone, #2 in the Warriors of Yedahn series.

 

 

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EXCERPT . . .

Mila awoke, head pounding and mouth dry. It wasn’t like in books where she had to remember where she was or anything melodramatic- she already knew. The place smelled like him, and the decor certainly wasn’t anything human inspired.

Sitting up, her head didn’t swim. Her thinking felt clear, vision sharp. Was this what it felt like to be healthy? On top of that feeling came resigned anger.

Jaron.

He entered as she was swinging off the bed to her feet, stopping just inside the bedroom door. He watched her, expression anticipatory in a vulpine, nearly smug fashion.

“You did the glowy thing while I was out, didn’t you?”

“You feel better.”

“Much better. Good enough to knock you out.”

He smiled, eyes gleaming. “I’m delighted you want to try. Ayita is having a meal. You should join her. I’ve sent the kitchen a diet plan for the both of you for the next several weeks. You have vitamin deficiencies I’d like corrected.”

She stared at him. “You drew my blood?”

“I’m your attending physician. I have to have information to develop a proper treatment plan.”

“You high handed blue bug.”

He lifted a hand. “You’ll appreciate the rationality of my actions once you’ve become used to operating at full strength.”

Mila sighed, frustrated, and walked towards him. “That’s the problem, though. It’s temporary.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said as she pushed past him.

She stopped in the middle of the living room, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just about how long it lasts. It’s about the possibility of it lasting. I don’t want it to last, Jaron. I need to die.”

“You want to atone for what happened to your mother.”

Mila turned. “Do you understand that? Atonement?”

His eyes showed no emotion. “Of course. But atonement isn’t yours to pay- it’s your father’s.”

“He isn’t here, he can’t pay. I’m his daughter.”

He didn’t respond right away. “Normally, I would agree with you. But this circumstance is one of the few where a child should not be responsible for the crimes of the family.”

“But there’s a concept in Yadeshi culture- a family assuming responsibility to a victim?”

“Of course.” He moved forward, closing the distance between them. “But, Mila- your mother doesn’t want your penance. She’s in enough pain. How do you think she will feel, suffering the same crime twice? Did you think your death wouldn’t harm her?”

“Of course it will! But she won’t know it could have been prevented. And the government will take care of her.”

“I will tell her.”

His words robbed the breath from her lungs. It took her several tried to begin speaking. “You wouldn’t.”

Merciless eyes. Eyes as blue as deep night, as unyielding. “What do humans say? Try me.”