Running for his life was normal for Ru, just part of living in Hexal City. Running with Nthanda and uncovering a plot to destroy both Nthanda and Ru's long-lost family? Not normal at all. Just meant Ru had to kick ass and fight for his future. And that the future might be brighter than Ru ever expected. Always providing he and Nthanda survived long enough to have a future together. Clash of Lines is an exciting adventure romance that will have you on the edge of your seat until the very end. Join Nthanda and Ru as they take on the universe and find true love together .

Duty defined Jing Althus' life. Duty to Nthanda, his cousin. To the Ceelen who expected him to lead if Nthanda fell. Someone had targeted the Ceelen for destruction. Only one person could help Jing discover Iman Hogarth, conman, genius and the most beautiful man Jing had ever met. If Iman would help. Jing's only hope was to convince Iman that he was worth risking Iman's life.

Imani had a Bala Wirnhier, Platinum Consort of the Crystal Palace. Since her arrival, Bala had taken over. Overnight, Imani had gone from Chief of Staff to clerk. Nothing Imani did made a difference. That wasn't going to last. Imani would not fail. Taking Bala as her consort would restore Imani's power. No one was going to destroy Imani's life, especially not Bala.

Mohana stumbled, head screaming with pain in the blinding sunlight as shouts echoed around him. His memory wiped, battle raged around him. Mohana had no idea which side he was on. But one side wanted him dead while the other, especially Tiyamike, risked her life to keep him alive. Finding his memory meant certain execution. Not finding it might mean the downfall of galactic civilization.

Lauren needed to get to space. Now. She'd tried following the rules to get an ID but no one would listen. Either she got to space or she starved to death. Clubbing Idowu Mas, Ceelen warrior, and stealing her jumpsuit and ID weren't smart but it was necessary. If she was really, really lucky it might give her a whole new life instead of starvation and death.

Min-Su stared. The interstellar comms were down. All space liner travel was cancelled indefinitely. She was stranded. Not acceptable. Finding a way home pitted Min-Su against a hotel room stealing assassin named Sushila, fierce Drathanni, clone sisters with bombs and the collapse of her home planet's government. The scary part was falling in love with Sushila despite everything against them.

Cahya sighed as she collapsed into the couch. Just the thought of having a couch made her skin itch. Or maybe that was the exhaustion. Six assassinations in as many days had worn her down, just like her friends Lamar, Sheridan and Pesti. What she wanted wasn't going to happen, but at least she had her friends at her back. If something more did happen between them, well, Cahya sure wouldn't say no.

Alex shuffled his feet as he waited in line. His back ached. Stupid how much his back ached. Fleeing Melin to escape Yong's abuse was desperate. But what choice did he have? It was Yong and rape or leave everything he knew behind. Better to change everything. At least going to the far side of human space gave him a chance freedom. No matter how slim the chance, it was worth trying to escape.

The crimson vest slithered through Guanyu's fingers, delicate embroidery snagging against the callouses on his palms. Embroidered by his mother before her death, it was everything he'd set aside to keep his job. Which was gone now. So off job hunting he went, dressed in his favorite sarong and shirt, topped with the crimson vest. Mother said it would bring him luck someday. Let today be that day.

Shahnaz hummed as he sculpted the Wave around his asteroid tug. It was a simple life, herding asteroids to the space stations at Tasma's core. Until he found a drifting escape capsule. Caelan was everything that Shanaz wasn' Gensyn, strong and hunted. Choosing to help xir will destroy everything Shahnaz cared about. Not helping will destroy the galaxy. Either way, his heart hung in the balance.