Special agent Roan
Hendrix is a straight
shooter with weapons and
women, so he doesn't
appreciate it when his
boss throws him a curve.
But what a curve. A
half-human, half-Nerakian
who needs a one-on-one
crash course in how best
to channel her powers.
And while Roan's usually
a master at separating
business from pleasure,
one glance into Lyraka's
green eyes is enough to
spark scorching
fantasies of seriously
close encounters with
the tall, tanned
temptress...
Lyraka's trying not to
mind the way Mister
Macho Special Agent
keeps barking orders,
but it's impossible to
ignore Roan's
rough-and-ready appeal.
The sensitive ponytail
guys Lyraka grew up with
didn't have a clue how
to handle her outsized
sex drive, but Roan
looks like he'd be up to
the task in every way.
Better still, he never
got the memo that
Lyraka's human side
makes her—ahem—"special
talents" even greater
than the average
Nerakian's....
Roan’s gaze slowly
roamed over Lyraka in a way that made her body go from
hot to hotter. He really, really shouldn’t look at her
like that.
“That’s my job from now on,” Roan said. “Joe said
your...abilities were different. That you needed more
control and discipline.”
“My abilities?”
“Joe told me your skills weren’t the same as other
Nerakians.” His gaze moved over her again. “I can’t see
where you could be a national threat or anything. Most
pure bred Nerakians don’t have much power, if you ask
me.”
So Mr. Beacon hadn’t mentioned that instead of lessening
her abilities because she was half earthling, her skills
were greater than anyone could imagine. It would be
interesting to see his reaction.
She sauntered closer to him. “I think it goes deeper
than you not wanting to be stuck training me. You really
don’t like me very much do you?”
His gaze dropped to her lips and she could almost feel
the warmth of his brushing across hers, but then he
frowned again. He did that a lot.
“I don’t have any feelings for you one way or another,
lady.”
She could actually accept him not liking her. She wasn’t
that crazy about him—only his body. It was time she got
a little even, though.
“He was right you know,” she told him.
“Who was right?”
“Mr. Beacon. My abilities are different.”
“Whatever. I’ll check the upstairs. Don’t come up until
I give the all clear.”
“I don’t take orders well.”
“It’s time you learned.” He walked to the steps,
stopping halfway, and looking back at her. “I’m the boss
while you’re here.” He turned and continued up the
stairs.
Roan felt a brush of air and looked over his shoulder,
his hand automatically reaching inside his jacket,
resting on his gun, but the breeze hadn’t come from an
opened door. He turned back around and saw Lyraka at the
top of the stairs. His gaze jerked back to where she’d
been standing, then back to the top of the stairs.
“Like I said,” Lyraka began, “I don’t take orders very
well.” She sauntered toward her room.
How the hell had she made it past him! No one could move
that fast. No one!
Crap! He should’ve made Joe explain more about Lyraka.
Roan had assumed she’d be like all the others. He ran a
hand through his hair. He had a feeling this assignment
had just gotten a whole lot harder.
* * * * *
"Dating Outside Your
DNA takes a hot and passionate love intergalactic and
makes the universe a safer place to be at the same time.
The gripping plot and characters make Dating Outside
Your DNA a Joyfully Recommended book for me." --
Reviewer: Jo.
"...Kelley's light touch and humor are well on
display in this latest in the Planet Nerak series."
-- Michelle Wiener,
Romantic Times.
