The Space Captain’s
Courtesan
KC Klein
Sci-fi
Romance, Space Opera,
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Mya is having a crap
day.
Princess Mya Centauri is stranded and alone
on the shady Bates
Space Station. With rumors of her father’s
dethronement escalating, she needs
more than her wits and entitlement to
protect her—she needs a hero. So when she
unexpectedly finds herself mistaken for
some whore by Centauri’s most notorious
assassin, and at one time her father’s most
trusted man, she decides things can
only get worse.
Jax is having a crap decade.
Framed for a crime he didn’t commit,
Captain Jax Rouss, an
ex-Royal Guard, is now an escaped prisoner
with a price on his head. Embittered
after years of trying to clear his name,
Jax wants nothing whatsoever to do
with the family he once swore to protect.
So when he wakes up to find that the sweet,
smelling patron-pleaser he’s purchased is
not only lovely, but already in his
bed, he decides things can only get
better.
But with lives at stake and kingdoms in
jeopardy, Mya
will do anything to convince the one man
who hates the Royal family above all
else to become her hero, even if that means
being the one thing he can’t
resist…The Space Captain’s
Courtesan.
Excerpt
“One time won’t be enough. I’ll tell you
that much,
princess,” he said as his hand was
traveling down her outer thigh and then back
up to cup her bottom.
A punch to her gut couldn’t have been any
more shocking.
She sat straight up, pushing him off with a
burst of strength she hadn’t known
she possessed. “What did you say? What did
you call me?”
Did he know? Had he known all along? Was he
loyal to her
father or…her brother? Would he keep her
captive until her brother arrived for
the reward?
“What? What’s wrong?” He sounded a little
like a child
whose favorite toy had just been taken
away.
“You called me princess. Why would you do
that?” She
couldn’t quite make out his features and
took comfort in the dimness as she
tried stuffing her breasts back into her
suit.
“It’s an endearment. And since I don’t know
your name I
thought it sounded better than whore.”
She gasped. Where was that tranq-pen when
she needed it?
“Not that I have anything against whores,”
he
back-peddled. “I love whores. Look at you.
I have absolutely nothing against
you.”
“I am not a whore.”
He sighed a very put-on-upon sigh. “Ah
right, there’s a
politically correct name. Ummm
patron-pleaser? Was that it?”
“Patron-please this.”
She had found the tranq-pen beside her leg
and in one quick movement had the
needle stabbed deep into his shoulder.
He yelled. “What the…”
Mya quickly scrambled off the bed, not at
all sure where
she was going to run.
He pulled the pen out of his arm and looked
down.
“Tranq-gun? Jupiter’s tits, you stuck me
with a tranq-gun?”
Mya’s heart was pounding. She’d never
actually used the
tranq-pen before. The instructions had said
the effects were immediate, but as
to the definition of immediate she wasn’t
sure. Could he kill her in the amount
of time he had before the drug took effect?
It looked like he could kill very
quickly. “It’s a tranq-pen, not a gun. The
effects will only put you out for a
few hours verse a gun that could put you
down permanently.”
Any second now. The effects should kick in
right about…
“Ahhhhh.” He threw the pen against the wall
and lurched
for her, hands extended as if to close
around her throat.
Mya never moved so fast in her life. She
jumped out of the
way and headed toward the exit. She didn’t
make it that far. He tackled her
legs and they both went down. She placed a
well-aimed kick at his head. He
caught her foot and twisted her leg. She
rolled over on her back to prevent her
knee from snapping.
Now. Now. Now would
be good.
He held her to the floor, both arms above
her head. His
knees pinned on top of her legs. “Why! Why
did you tranq me? Is it to rob me
blind? Is that it?”
Her space suit was still unzipped, breasts
barely covered
as her heart slammed into her chest. “Holy
Jupiter, I gave you enough tranq to
down an elephant. Why are you still awake?”
He shook his head like a rabid dog.
Suddenly, she was glad
of the scarce lighting—not wanting to see
in his eyes what he was planning to
do to her. “No. No, if I am going out,
you’ll be here when I wake up.”
He clasped her wrist and stood, dragging
her over to his
bag in the corner. He stumbled, and for a
blessed moment she thought he was
going down. Then he righted himself and
dragged her across the floor like a rag
doll.
When she saw the current-cuffs, she renewed
her efforts to
fight. There was no way handcuffing her
would work out in her favor. “Help.
Help!”
“Scream all you want. There’s no one here
that’s going to
save you.” Even in the graying shadows she
could see his wicked smile.
Everything happened so fast. A cuff was
slapped on her
wrist, the other end to his. “That should
keep you,” he growled.
She was sprawled out on the floor, arm at
an awkward
angle, spacesuit surrendering any attempts
at decency. “My God, was there even
tranquilizer in that pen?”
“Apparently not, Princess. I feel fine.” He
took a step,
then stilled. His body swayed, one arm out
for balance. Mya had about two seconds
to get up and push him in the direction of
the bed. She had no intention of
getting crushed underneath two hundred-plus
pounds of unconscious man.
She’d once watched a logger take down a
huge pine that had
the misfortune of being in the path of
Prince Sar’s new swimming pool. When the
tree fell, the whole ground shook with the
vibration. Watching him fall, Mya
felt sorry for the bed.
The momentum of his fall propelled her
forward, and she
ended face down, half on the bed and half
off. It was two full minutes of
stilted breathing and silent praying before
she was positive he was out. She
was going to issue a strongly worded
complaint to whoever defined the word immediate in the tranq-pen
advertisement.
She pushed her sweat-dampened hair out of
her eyes, shoved
her breasts back into her suit and zipped
back up. With dignity resorted, Mya
surveyed her predicament.
Oh Saturn’s rings, she was so screwed.
She needed to think, and being face down in
the bed wasn’t
helping. After much grunting and shoving,
she got the man on his back.
“Lights,” she called out.
Nothing happened. She did a mental eye
roll. Of course,
the room would be programed to respond to
his voice. Instead, she scrambled,
with some difficulty, to the side of the
bed where the manual controls were
located.
The room lightened gradually. She sat on
the bed, suddenly
exhausted. Mya looked down at the
current-cuffs that attached them together.
She didn't have a lot of experience with
cuffs. Okay, none at all, really, but
she did know that they required the owner’s
thumb print in order to open them.
Easy enough, him being unconscious and all.
She searched for the thumb sensor
and swore. The thumb print would've worked
if, of course, they'd been remotely
modern. Instead, these current-cuffs were
archaic, needing a pin code to break
the electrical charge that kept them
together.
Mya let her head fall into her hands and
then glanced at
the man passed out cold beside her.
Curiosity and a pang of familiarity had her
studying his features more closely. The
shape of his lips had her remembering
someone else’s face. Someone she’d known in
a different place. In a place where
fondness clouded her memories and a sense
of happiness curled her lips. With a
finger, she brushed his hair out of his
eyes and gasped.
She knew those eyes, that line of a jaw,
the profile of a
strong roman nose. He was a tad bit older
and more than a tad bit rougher
around the edges, but there was no mistake.
It was him. The man she’d been in love with
since she'd
been eleven years old.
About
the Author:
KC
Klein has lived most of her life with her
head in the clouds and her nose
buried in a book. She did stop reading long
enough to make a home with a real
life hero, her husband, for over twenty
years. A mother of two children, she
spends her time slaying dragons, saving
princesses, and championing the belief
in the happily-ever-after. An award winning
author, KC Klein has written in her
gritty, sci-fi Dark Future Series,
and The Omega Galaxy Series, and has
even branched out into hot cowboys with her
Texas
Fever
contemporary romance
series. KC loves to hear from readers and can be
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