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In Heat -- Leigh Wyndfield

In Heat - April 4, 2008

Leigh's best-selling book is back, longer and filled with sexy adventure!!

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A mating ritual as old as time could be the death of them both…

Jax’s yearly mating cycle couldn’t come at a more inconvenient time. He’s on the verge of ending seven years of exile and claiming his birthright, but for 24 hours he’ll be vulnerable to his enemies, alone and in agony—unless he can find a willing partner. He thinks he’s found the perfect solution in the beautiful slave Waverly. He’ll buy her at any price, and after it’s over, he’ll give her the one thing all slaves crave. Freedom.

But Waverly isn’t really a slave. She’s a transport pilot double crossed by Junkeaters and sold to a notorious gunrunner. Escape is the only thing on her mind—and she better disappear fast, before her own heat reaches a crescendo.
Before she can slip away, the overpowering need to mate crashes over them, the intensity taking them both by surprise. But the Inter-World Council is out to hang Jax for a crime he didn’t commit, Junkeaters are hot on their trail, and ruthless arms traders are gunning for them.

Their passion may burn hot enough to last a lifetime, but first they must survive.

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"Leigh Wyndfield's style will rope you in from page one." Kelly McDonough, The Best Reviews

4.5 Ribbons at Romance Junkies - "Deception, subterfuge, and danger add elements of thrills and chills to this tale but it is the stunning love story between Jax and Waverly that makes this story a cut above the rest." Sarah W.

Excerpt

Chapter 1

The Safe House

Jax walked through the first level of his security setup, carrying the woman over one shoulder. “Lock,” he said, hearing the slam as the bolt went home in the reinforced door.

He’d bought the safe house from an old gunrunner he’d met when he first came to Sector 12 seven years ago. As strong as his security had been, it hadn’t been enough for Jax, so he’d added the voice-activated doors and the computerized system and cameras.

Except for the small foyer, the whole house was underground, with nothing on the walls to hide the rough, exposed steel. It was a dark, ugly hole every hour of every day, but Jax hadn’t been looking for luxury in his attempt to stay alive.

“Open,” he said at the next door to trigger the voice-activated part of the lock, then he lowered the woman to the floor. He needed his hands to turn the bolt. Four steel rods ran through the portal, clicking into place in the adjoining wall. The foyer and next two rooms served only to put barriers between him and unexpected visitors.

During his time on Sector 12, he’d amassed enough money selling weapons to unauthorized planets to buy not only this house, but the woman he picked back up into his arms. They had both cost him about the same amount of balseems.

Feeling the fire start deep inside his groin, he broke into a jog. Dammit, he’d cut it close. The once yearly mating cycle ran through his body like one of Sector 12’s sandstorms and he couldn’t do anything about it but ride the swirling inferno until it played itself out. He’d tried to fight it once, but the consequences were too much for him to contemplate doing so again. If left unfulfilled, the racing agony that coursed through his veins could drive a strong man to take his own life just to stop the pain.

The third door wasn’t voice activated. He opened it using an old-fashioned puzzle code, keeping the woman carefully balanced on one shoulder. It was time consuming but if the power went out, as it often did in this remote outpost, he wanted some measure of security that didn’t rely on the generator to keep it going.

Jax watched his red-stained hands shake as he completed the puzzle, moving the last sliding plate into place. He had minutes, seconds, milliseconds before he would be in trouble. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated on opening the door, then shutting it and resetting the code. He set the motion detectors on as well. He had to be careful. For the next twenty-four hours, he would be essentially helpless.

Shifting the woman to his other shoulder, he brought down a simple bar, threading it into the catch. It was the last piece of his security.

He placed her on the bed as the first wave hit him. It knocked him onto his knees, the pain in his groin so intense, he could barely breathe. Alexander must have known his time was close. He’d kept him there for hours negotiating for the woman. The bastard hadn’t budged from his original price, no matter what Jax did to try to induce him to lower it.

Finally, in desperation, he’d paid it. It had been too late to find another woman anyway. Flying the transport back, he hadn’t been sure he would make it to his safe house. He’d known his time was almost out.

When the pain eased, he stood. The woman lay motionless on the bed, still passed out from the drug she’d been given. Alexander said it would wear off before long. Jax hoped so. Gods knew, he would soon be so desperate, he’d mate with her even if she was unconscious.

He stripped her clothes from her body, noting the fine fabric Alexander had dressed his slave in. The military shirt and flack jacket were pilot gear. If she was qualified to fly, it explained why he’d had to pay so much for her.

His hands shook as he pulled off her tall boots, then her black pants and simple white underwear. For a moment, he looked at what he’d bought. She was tall for a woman but not as tall as he was. Men from Jimlee were known for standing above most humanoid peoples in the galaxies. One arm lay thrown to the side, the numbers tattooed there marking her as a slave, but her brown hair was cut just below her chin, also indicating she was a pilot. It framed her face to show off high cheekbones and full lips. He wondered what color her eyes were.

The next sexual wave started to build and Jax hurried to take off his own clothing, ripping his shirt in the process. The clothes landed by his feet without another thought. He picked her up again, throwing her over his shoulder as he tossed back the blankets.

While he’d upgraded the security, he’d left the rest of the house alone, only buying a new bed and bedding. The gunrunner hadn’t been big on cleanliness and the smell of sour body wouldn’t air out of the old mattress. Jax had his limits.

He hadn’t gotten around to upgrading the ancient heater. Nights on the desert were cold. Sector 12 was one of thirteen unlucky planets in the Danthium Quadrant of Galaxy Grid 219. Translated, he lived on the edge of nowhere on a planet so insignificant, it didn’t even have a real name.

Moving her over on the bed, he lay beside her. Pulling up the blankets, he turned and gathered the woman into his arms.

Safe. For now.

He breathed in her scent, the press of her naked body easing the growing pressure of the mating time.

It would be twenty-four hours of hell for both of them. He wouldn’t be able to stop mating with her, even after she was exhausted. No matter how much he fought this, each year it was the same. If he’d known what he would face when they banished him from Jimlee, he wouldn’t have left without a fight. It was pure irony that he’d become exactly what they had accused him of being seven years ago.

For all this time, he’d faced this mating ritual in a place three galaxies away from his home planet. It didn’t comfort him that this was the last time before his exile ended. He still had the next twenty-four hours to get through. Over the years, he’d realized whoever had framed him for the crime had most likely figured he would die during the mating period, since he’d never had training on how to survive it. But he had survived for the past six mating seasons and he would survive this one, no matter how brutal it became. Afterwards, he’d be on a ship within days, headed home where he’d step to the helm of Romely Corporation—his right by blood, even if he had been convicted of a crime. Then he’d find who framed him and gut them.

The woman made a small mewling noise, drawing his attention. At least he would offer her something tomorrow. He turned her onto her side so he could curl his larger body around hers. One night of hell would surely be a good exchange for her freedom. Whatever she’d done to put herself into debt, she’d walk away without owing a dime, only the numbers on her arm showing what had happened to her.

She smelled like cinnamon, he realized, placing the rare spice. It calmed him. For a moment, he thought of another time. The boy in his memory smiled at his father before leaning down to smell the spiced drink in his hands. Cinnamon wafted from the cup. His family had been close once and he still missed his father with a dull ache, despite the fact he knew his only remaining blood relative hadn’t believed him innocent. He even missed Babette and his new-brother at times, even though he’d never felt love from them.

Everything had changed when he was arrested, tried and convicted, all within a lunar cycle. He’d been exiled before the mating ritual had ever come upon him, so he hadn’t been prepared. And without a guide to take him through his first time, he’d made a big mess of it. Every year was a little better than the last, but he knew he and the women he slept with suffered from his inadequacy. It ate at him that he had no power to control the raging inferno inside him.

The worst part of it all was his lack of knowledge.

One of the few things he’d learned over the years was to draw out the opening play for as long as he could. He would last several hours without actual intercourse if he concentrated.

Like now. The second wave receded with the satisfaction he felt from touching her.

He could feel the hormones racing through his body and knew he’d begun to sweat out a powerful chemical that would be an aphrodisiac for his mating ritual partner, whoever she might be.

The woman stirred in his arms with the first sign of waking. Jax buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her deep into his lungs.

He didn’t know how he would explain this to her, but in the end, it wouldn’t matter. He would have her.

 

 

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