Valtus: Damaged. Broken. Scarred. A Braxtharian Warrior built for one purpose: Conquering the galaxies and bringing honor to Vindar. The Braxthar Legion’s Elite Force has been my only salvation. Conscripted into service after I disgraced my family, I live with the guilt and trauma of my past. Undying loyalty. Total obedience. Swift justice. The creed of the Braxtharian Warrior. But when I find a human female taken against her will, My protective instincts rise to the surface and I’ll do whatever it takes to seek justice. Kacie is mine to protect. But my heart knows she’s more. I can’t be the mate she needs. I don’t deserve her. Kacie: I’ve been taken prisoner by alien slavers. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. When I signed up for the Interstellar Space Program, All I wanted was a chance to prove Earth was ready to join the Galactic Assembly. When I’m rescued by a sexy warrior and saved from a terrible fate, I know I have to trust the silver alien with brooding eyes and a thirst for vengeance. My heart aches for his suffering. His scars run deeper than his damaged skin. But my champion doesn’t think he deserves a chance at love. He’s wrong. If we both want to survive, we’ll have to trust one another and confront our deepest pain. I’m not giving up. I’ll fight for Valtus. He may be scarred but he’s not broken. I’ll just have to prove it. When everything has been taken from you . . . all that remains is a cold & calculating vengeance. Some hearts never stop bleeding . . . they're forever SCARRED.