“How did you do that?”
I had no idea and wouldn’t have told him even if I did.
“More than one neb is dangerous,” Ivy said. “Remember?”
The doors jerked open at our approach. The air was dusty and smelled of sulphur. We struggled toward the shuttlecraft and, thankfully, the hatch door whirred open.
Ivy dumped me on a seat in the back.
“Do you know how to fly this thing?”
“Computer,” I said in a croaky voice. “Get us out of here.”
“Do you have a destination in mind?” Computer said.
“No. Just take us somewhere safe.”
“Order confirmed.”
The hatch door shut and the engines fired up. The shuttlecraft took off and left that moon where I’d spent my entire life. I was free. I could go anywhere I wanted.
And it frightened me.
I was used to living in a single cell and having no choice of where to go or what to do.
Ivy searched the cabinets and came out with a blanket. She draped it over me, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the seat with me.
“You did it! We escaped!”
“We did it,” I said. “You did it.”
I kissed her cheek and marveled at how beautiful she was. Now, she was mine and there was nothing anyone could do to take her from me.
And if they tried, they were going to have to fight Ikmal’s only unbeaten fighter champion.
The Beast in the cage.
I hope you enjoyed BEAST IN THE CAGE. If you did, you’ll be pleased to learn it’s the first in a brand-new series!
In Book Two, we follow Ivy’s friend Harper. She’s been at Ikmal prison for a long time and gave up on ever finding her fated mate. When the prison riot breaks out, she’s cornered by a dangerous gang. They haven’t won a battle in months and are determined to take their frustrations out on her.
Then the Savage breaks his heavy chains and tears through the depraved barbarians to rescue her.
Through the rioting chaos, he clutches her close to his muscled chest to safety. His callused hands are gentle, nothing like his fearsome reputation has led her to believe. In his arms, she finds a caring and thoughtful lover. Could he be her fated mate?
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Savage in the Cell Sneak Peek
Harper
The alarm screamed into the night.
It was a strange warbling sound and beat in time to the pulsing lights around the cell’s ceiling. They came up to full brightness and then dimmed back down to pitch darkness.
I shot up and pressed the blanket to my breast, recognizing I was not in my own bed. That meant I had to be in someone else’s. But that wasn’t exactly unusual.
What was unusual was how comfortable the bed was. It couldn’t possibly be mine. The springs didn’t jab me in the back and Mixxar wasn’t there to snore so loudly I couldn’t sleep for more than twenty minutes before the vibrations woke me up.
I also knew I couldn’t be in a regular fighter’s bed because I wasn’t half crushed by the victor’s heavy muscular arm draped over me.
I peered at the cell and realized it wasn’t typical at all. The bed was large, king-size, for the victor who it belonged to. A large wardrobe spanned the length of the back wall. On the other side, tucked away in a single corner, was a small kitchenette. A small stove sat with a single saucepan on it from where I’d cooked the night before. Between that and the entrance was the door that led into the private bathroom.
It was the champion’s quarters. Kren’s quarters.
I tossed the blankets aside and scooped up my sheer dress. I slid it on over my head and crossed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I drew halfway up to it, the entrance door opened.
I froze in surprise. I had never seen a cell door open when I approached it before. We were always locked in the fighter’s rooms until morning. No exceptions.
So, what was the exception here?
Why were the lights flashing and the alarm blaring?
My curiosity trumped my fear and I edged toward the open doorway and peered out.
The lights flashed out there too, the alarm screeching its deafening duet.
I wasn’t alone in the prison. Over there, I heard the scream and shout of inmates as they confronted a pair of guards.
“Stand back!” one of the guards bellowed, lowering his rifle to aim at the nearest prisoner.
The prisoners darted toward the guard, who released a shocking streak of blue and white from the tip of his rifle.
A prisoner took the bolt of lightning to the chest. He dropped the metal rod he was carrying and went down, body shuddering against the floor. He threw up over himself.
The second guard opened fire and it missed its intended target and streaked through the air and passed directly in front of me. My hair stood on end and my
