Why not take every inch of what she’s always wanted before she dies?
CESS Industries is paying Ember well to travel the stars and rescue their asses from various fires. Wars and disasters are her speciality. Extract the precious data and vamoose.
Then a mission goes back-assward. Under attack from a zealot horde, the building she's in is going down. The whole PLANET is going down. It occurs to her that something she's lusted after since puberty could be her final bit of fun. Taboo, society says.
She's going to die so why not screw society ... and her half-orc guard, Hoss? Go out with a bang.
Except, they don't die, they get rescued by an angry and slightly psychotic cyborg called Baz, and Ember has to scramble to resume being a good and proper employee.
Her termination papers would not read well: Failed to comply with company moral standards, did it with an orc, a lot ... while screaming and writhing.
When the latest planet under her feet begins to suffer its own minor Armageddon, Ember sees the advantage in having two hulking warlike males by her side.
Correction - make that two hot males who want in her pants, her bed, and maybe her heart.
*Like PREY, this book is not gritty uber-dark such as Cari Silverwood often writes. It is the pansy dark you reach for when you're all darked out and one step from seeing a therapist.
It's carnal, naughty, and very twisted, and not what your mother ever wanted you to read. Also, there may be some robots that go PEW PEW.*
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Why not take every inch of what she’s always wanted before she dies?
CESS Industries is paying Ember well to travel the stars and rescue their asses from various fires. Wars and disasters are her speciality. Extract the precious data and vamoose.
Then a mission goes back-assward. Under attack from a zealot horde, the building she's in is going down. The whole PLANET is going down.
It occurs to her that something she's lusted after since puberty could be her final bit of fun.
Taboo, society says.
She's going to die so why not screw society ... and her half-orc guard, Hoss?
Go out with a bang.
Except, they don't die, they get rescued by an angry and slightly psychotic cyborg called Baz, and Ember has to scramble to resume being a good and proper employee.
Her termination papers would not read well:
Failed to comply with company moral standards, did it with an orc, a lot ... while screaming and writhing.
When the latest planet under her feet begins to suffer its own minor Armageddon, Ember sees the advantage in having two hulking warlike males by her side.
Correction - make that two hot males who want in her pants, her bed, and maybe her heart.
*Like PREY, this book is not gritty uber-dark such as Cari Silverwood often writes. It is the pansy dark you reach for when you're all darked out and one step from seeing a therapist.
It's carnal, naughty, and very twisted, and not what your mother ever wanted you to read. Also, there may be some robots that go PEW PEW.*
Steel is a standalone read.