
Part of Series
Unlike many of his friends, Warlord Matrix of Gunninng is eager to find his future mate amongst the human volunteers arriving to the mining world of Djaromir. Despite his enthusiasm at finding a mate, old fears return that he cannot shake. His scar has repulsed females in the past, even when they’d been paid to hide their reaction, filling the normally brash warlord with more doubt than he cared to admit. What if his mate did the same? Finding himself inexplicably drawn to a fiery beauty named Rue, he can't resist the mating call despite his insecurities. ' Trix knew it would take a special female to accept a mate with a scarred face like his, but he never expected her to be so... spicy. Veruca Salazar, aka Rue, had gotten herself into quite a pickle. Signing up for the volunteer program that the Djaromir advertised seemed like an easy way to make some cash. A short vacation on a planet filled with buff eye candy and then to Earth with a big fat check. Sure, there were whispers of some sort of crazy Djaromir “mating pull,” but Rue figured that was just nonsense sprouted by the muscle-bound Neanderthal Warlords. None of that was actually real. Until her best friend proves her wrong by succumbing to the Djaromir mating heat herself. Now, Rue has a choice to make. Find a mate of her own and stay on Djaromir, or venture home alone, without her closest—and only—friend in the world. **Although Matrix is Book 3 of the Miners of Djaromir series, ALL books in the series can be read as standalones! Please be aware that this book contains some scenes from previous books in the series from, but told from alternate points-of-view from Matrix and Rue.**
Author

Leora is a former snake milker that now enjoys the okayest job of balancing motherhood and writing contemporary romance. *Some with a sci fi twist* A sucker for dirty talk, both the sexy kind and the type that leads to the discovery of new curse words, Leora catches all the craziness in her head on the cracked screen of her laptop. Squeezed into a small workspace in her Florida garage, this author uses her imagination *and cannabis* to explore the worlds she has created. Her work has been praised extensively by her mother—who pinky promised to read the sexy parts with her eyes closed—and ignored by the rest of her family. Some critics have made compelling statements about her work such as “foul mouthed woman” and “nothing more than porn”. When asked for a comment regarding those reviews, the author’s answer was, “f$&% yeah!” with an enthusiastic nod and accompanying finger guns shooting in the air. Check her out at LeoraGonzales.com or on social media for updates, new releases and random little weirds she overshares when she’s bored.