Zion Warriors, Book 2
When little Violet Jefe is kidnapped, Krac swears to bring her home safely. When sources lead Krac to Skeeter, he finds a woman who fires his blood almost as much as she draws it. Now Krac has to keep them all alive long enough to deliver one home and the other to his bed.
Section K Replication Alluthan Clone or Krac as he was now called had one focus in his life; protecting the descendants of the Freedom Five who ruled Earth’s council. Rescued by members of the family from a secret facility, he pledged to do what he could to always keep them safe. Things become personal when insurgents target a special member of the Freedom Five, Gracie Jones-Jefe and her family. When Violet Jefe is kidnapped, he swears to do everything he can to bring the precocious little girl who is the image of her mother home safely and kill those who took her without mercy.
Captain “Skeeter” Lulu Belle Mann lives a life of freedom drifting from Spaceport to Spaceport in her short haul freighter looking for unusual treasures to add to her collection of mismatched prizes. On the Pyrus Spacestation, she finds two treasures she has to have! One is the new navigation module she desperately needs and the other is a curly haired little girl with big green eyes that melts her heart. Never one to be denied what she really wants, Skeeter buys the first and steals the second.
When sources lead Krac to the Lulu Belle, he finds more than he expects – a woman who fires his blood almost as much as she draws it. Krac’s hands and life are suddenly full to overflowing. He has to capture the woman who is driving him crazy, protect little Violet, and keep them all alive long enough to deliver one home and the other to his bed.
There is more than Violet in danger, though. Someone has targeted Skeeter and the Lulu Belle and they are just as deadly as Krac. Can he protect the feisty firebrand that has captured his heart or will he lose the only thing he has ever cared about to another of his kind?
“No,” he whispered stumbling over Harden’s outstretched arm when he saw Skeeter’s still body lying outside her cabin door. “Please, no. Please, please, no.”He stumbled forward and fell to his knees next to Skeeter’s pale face. He didn’t know who he was begging for mercy. He just knew he would never survive the pain that was threatening to overwhelm him if she was dead. His fingers shook as he gently caressed her pale cheek before his hand moved down to the knife protruding from her chest.“Krac!” His head jerked up at the sound of his name. Bran and Cooraan stood poised to fight while several other Zion warriors checked the bodies of the other two males. Desperation surged through him at the look of compassion and regret on their faces. The hand laying on Skeeter’s chest moved ever so slightly. He could feel the rise and fall as she breathed. She was still alive. “Please. Help her,” he croaked out. “She is alive.”Bran cursed, stepping forward to kneel next to the female as he snapped out an order for a medical team. “Where is Violet Jefe?”