Intimate Enemy: A Sci Fi romance

By Jocelyn Modo

Azure Rittca has run away from her father in search of the legendary leader of the Union Movement to ask for asylum to save herself and her cousin from bad marriages but what she finds at the peace talks is Lone Lamin. He is her intimate, the one male in the universe who matches her trinity-of-being, her body, mind and spirit. Lone, a dual-blood, does not want to bond with Azure who belongs to the race that has done him and his family a lot of harm. Still, he has never felt so at peace than when she is in his arms. Together they must overcome the prejudices that have kept their races apart for over three hundred years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DoctorZed Publishing
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780648347309

Jocelyn Modo

American Sci Fi author Jocelyn brings you her latest sizzling romance.

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Intimate

Enemy

Jocelyn Modo

Intimate Enemy

Copyright © 2018 by Jocelyn Modo

ISBN: 978-0-6483473-0-9

All cover art and logo copyright © 2018

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

PUBLISHER

Q~Press Publishing

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Finding the leader of the underground union movement in a crowd of eighty thousand was insane, but with her hormones raging and a forced bonding contract imprisoning her cousin, Azure Rettca was desperate enough to plead insanity and try anyway.

She looked around the Equate Space Station located in world two—Nashete territory—where ever few years when the sentient-being casualty grew gruesomely high from the Great Galaxy War, the two worlds would come together and talk peace.

Nothing ever came of these talks, Azure thought as she squirmed uncomfortably on a long, narrow bench against a scrolling info-wall and watched the two peoples—Nashete, who were larger and darker, and Vitca, who were smaller and paler—walk by in racially clean clusters.

Their snobbery was enough to make her sick.

Where were all the dual-bloods her father spoke of with such disdain, the offspring of Nashete and Vitca intimates whose trinity-of-being—body, heart and spirit—fit together as pieces of a whole? She saw none or, more accurately, smelled none. Dual-bloods were supposed to carry both the citrus smell of Nashete and the sweet smell of Vitca blood in a combination that her cousin, Corra, once described as peace wrapped in lemon-sugar.

Peace. She shook her head, understanding blooming in her brain. Peace was impossible when the majority of the almost identically-evolved races refused to even mingle.

Hell, if weapons were allowed on the space station, they’d all be dead a few minutes into the discourse.

This was the most obtuse, racist, stubborn group of beings she’d ever had the misfortune of seeing, and that was saying something given the fact her family, whom she’d never been away from before, were pureblooded Vitca who prided themselves on their separatist lifestyle and support of the never ending war.

I’m such a moron. Finding him is impossible in this crowd, she whispered to herself as a very large, very hot Nashete male stepped in front of her. Her gaze locked with his for the briefest of moments and then she took in his shoulder-length, blond, wavy hair that shone like gold, his broad shoulders, which were squared at attention, and an ass made for cupping.

Despite his unbelievable good looks, he had an aura of sadness around him so strong that she had to fight not to cry on his behalf. Something was horribly wrong with him, as if his soul had not only been broken but set on fire, flayed alive, left a twisted, crippled mutation that could never heal.

His overwhelming sorrow cooled the sexual ache burning through Azure that signaled she had reached maturity and was more than ready to mate.

She was relieved that gorgeous guy’s deep depression was helping her control her newly awakened hormones, which had been screaming for relief that could only be found from her intimate. Still, it was really too bad that this male was not the one she was meant to spend her life with. She had the impossible impulse to try to heal the shattered pieces of him.

But if he were her intimate, he sure as hell would not be scanning the crowd as if looking for something or someone else. He only matched one of her trinity-of-being, her body. Her heart and spirit were not drawn to him.

Pemmi!

The male Azure was beginning to think of as the gold god, turned toward a baby bot—a robot sold while in a state of learning, who, like a sentient child, bonded to its parent and learned from experience. Still experimental technology, only the very wealthy owned such advanced personal companion equipment. This one was cute as a doll, its metallic skin shimmering pink in the brightly lit hall as she approached the male on short, wobbly legs, tiny arms outstretched, a robotic toddler with hair the same color and cut as the male and big baby doll eyes the color of a clear day planetside.

Found you, Pemmi, she squealed, her metallic teeth flashing silver as her smile plumped her little girl cheeks. I told you I could find you anywhere. Even with all these people running around.

She did a little hop where she stood in front of the male, and he reached down and picked her up, his stance, his whole state of being changing to a protective joyfulness that was so opposite his mood from seconds ago that it took Azure several moments to catch