Book 1: Marks Mercnearies
by N.J. Walters
Betrayed and sold into slavery after her father's death, Rory Banks finds herself dancing on the Exos, a deep-space pleasure ship. So when a stranger breaks open her cage and offers her a way out, she grabs it and runs.
Kal Marks and his brothers are space mercenaries and traders who have spent the past ten years searching for their younger sister. Their hunt has led them to the Exos and to Rory, who they hope will have information. But Kal never counted on wanting Rory or on the sexual tension and scorching heat that blazes between them. This mission just got a lot more complicated.
Excerpt from Rescuing Rory
©2014 and 2019 N.J. Walters
Aurora Banks had seen just about everything in her twenty-two years of living, and most of it wasn't pretty. But this was the last thing she'd expected to happen when she was shoved into the dancing cage a few hours ago.
The man standing before her with his hand out was tall and broad and downright intimidating. His eyes were a piercing green, and his silky black hair fell around his shoulders. A thick scar ran from just below his eye by his nose all the way out to his ear.
If she were totally honest, he was handsome in a rough-looking way. Not that it mattered. He was a way out of this nightmare. Rory only hoped she wasn't jumping from one bad situation to an even worse one.
Trusting her instincts, she reached out and took his hand. It was warm and strong as it closed around hers and pulled her to the edge of the cage. He lifted her down from her gilded prison, wrapped one strong arm around her, and hustled her toward the wide red door that blocked their path to freedom.
"The guards." She had to yell to be heard above the din of the yelling and fighting. They called themselves bouncers, but they were here to do more than keep the peace. Their main job was to make sure they didn't lose any of the merchandise or the money. And all the women on board were considered prime merchandise.
"You let me worry about them." Her liberator reached inside his shirt and drew out a compact-sized blaster.
Something crashed behind her, and she automatically began to look toward it. He caught her chin and turned her face away. "Look forward, not back."
That was good advice. She ignored the noise and the fighting and hurried to keep up.