The A'rouk brothers
Book One
Blurb:
Dying didn’t bother Jaz. She was created with the knowledge that her life was limited, subject to the will of man. That changed the day she saw Mick. Death was no longer a given; she would do whatever it took to live one more day with him.
Mick was born under a curse. The minute he laid his eyes on his mate, death would come for them both. He resigned himself to being alone and defending part of the galaxy from the Darkness until he saw Jazz. Everything changed at that moment.
Mick and Jaz are headed for death as the two of them fight against the forces that would not only tear them apart but leave part of the galaxy unprotected.
Love didn’t always prevail, but it was the only chance they had.
This book contains adult content it is not recommended for readers under the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Harold raised his hands in the universal sign of not wanting any trouble.
“We didn’t come here to fight. We have orders from the Clone Council to bring her in. They chose to harvest her. We don’t care, not really; we’re simply doing our job. If you stand in our way, then others will come. Once a harvest order is given, no one stops until the contract is fulfilled.”
“That’s just a nice way of saying you were ordered to kill me, and you won’t stop until I’m dead. What if it were you, Harold? What if you were being tracked down and killed because you were born a black male, how would you feel?”
“It’s not fair, Jaz, I get it, but what do you want me to do about it? Should I cry out? Try to change the system? You simply have to live, or in your case die with the lot life has provided you. Hey, at least you got to live for a while.”
She stood up and started pacing the room, anger beating in her chest. It wasn’t enough. It was so unfair that she should be marked for death on the sole basis of what she was and not who she was.
“No, I won’t go with you. Do your worst. Send your assassins, snipers, and trained military forces, but I will die protesting for what I believe.”
“You dumb…” A knock at the door cut Roy off.
Ash gave a small growl. “No one better move before I get back, or I promise you they will wheel your bodies out of here if there is anything left for them to find.” He turned and left the room.
Harold and Roy didn’t move a muscle proving they were smarter than they looked.
When he walked back in Mick was behind him. Jaz gasped, almost choking as her breath got caught in her throat. He was so much bigger in person than she remembered.
“Jaz.” His eyes were glued to her. She was beautiful like a graceful goddess. He shook his head unable to tear his eyes away.
“Mick…Mick.” The fact that Ash was calling his name finally penetrated his brain.
“Ash.” He turned to face him.
“Allow me to introduce you to Roy.” He indicated the man on the floor. “The other one is Harold. They are Jaz’s handlers here to take her in for harvesting.”
The look on Mick’s face went dark at the mention of harvesting. He turned to face them, the fires of hell reflected in his eyes. He took a step towards them before turning around and facing Jaz.
What right did he have to her? There wasn’t time for her to get to know him. Still, he wanted her to deny their claim on her. To take the time to get to know him, see who he was and then decide if there was more to life than dying for some shadowy figure.
He wanted to hold her but kept himself rigid. “How did you answer their demand that you go with them?”
“I told them to go to hell.”
Mick smiled, he knew the way to hell, and he’d be more than happy to take them there.
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