SERIES NOW COMPLETE:
IN HIS COMMAND
ON HER WATCH
UNDER HIS GUARD
IN HIS SIGHTS (STANDALONE NOVELLA)
Don’t Tell series novella
These sworn enemies have everything to lose and each other to live for.
At the outset of the Revolution against the oppressive Company regime, Hawke is a freedom fighter on a mission. Infiltrate Alpha Territory, kick some Corps ass, and stay alive. His plans unravel when he’s captured by the enemy on his first sortie. Waiting for death by the soldier sworn to kill him, all his training couldn’t have prepared him for what happens next.
A corporal in the Company’s military branch, Mayce is a hard-liner intent on ridding his city of the insurgent threat. Yet one look at the gorgeous Freelander named Hawke and years of yearning and unrealized desires change his course permanently. If discovered, he’ll be branded a traitor and a homosexual—and sentenced to death.
Mayce and Hawke act on their intense and immediate attraction. But amid the escalating war their dangerous trysts come at the risk of their own lives.
“In His Sights was a sexy read that kept this reader on the edge of her seat. Sci-fi thriller met romance as Hawke and Mayce found themselves on the opposite side of the law until one fateful day brought them together where what should have been hate, turned to lust then love.” ~Definite S.E.X. A five handcuff review, by Evelise
“It is touching to see the effect these two have on each other as their love grows. Even though in Mayce’s world their love is forbidden, and destined to be doomed, he is willing to forsake the only life he has known in the name of love. What I loved best about this book was the solid yet sassy style Warren seems to have patented.” ~5 Stars, Romance Writer, Gemma Brocato
“What happens is a sexy, fast-paced, and dangerous run through Hawke and Mayce’s trysts in Alpha Territory where they come together with a passion neither expected to find, let alone continue. From the beginning to the end, you can’t put it down.” ~5 Stars
“If you like stories featuring anything to do with the military, guys who are willing to lay down their lives for what they believe in, and/or guys who are all rough and tumble on the outside with just a hint of vulnerability within, then I think you’ll enjoy this story as much as I did.” ~5 Stars
“This was such a hot, fast read! I flew through it and didn’t want it to end. I will definitely be going back to read the full stories in this series. This was my first book by Ms. Warren, and it for sure won’t be my last. It had just the right amount of everything for me.”
This novella is a little bit sweet, a whole lot of sexy and just a touch of intensity. I’d like to be in that Mayce and Hawke sandwich. They’d probably kick me out but a girl can try.
We get to see Hawke and Mayce’s joy, fear, anger, and love. At time you are a blubbering fool and at other times you are warmed to the core. These two provide the other with what they need and provide us with a very enjoyable story.
As a couple I absolutely fell in love with Mayce and Hawke. Both were strong alpha males. For those that don’t know, alpha is another name for hot guys!! It was nice to see their evolution from fuck buddies to lovers with real emotions.In His Sights is a sci-fi that actually delivers an intense story with two hot heroes and a message of equality for all, right now and in the future.
A man appeared at the dark end of the passage. “What have we got here?” If ever a voice sounded sinister, it was his. Deep, gritty, entertained by our predicament . . . the speaker definitely wasn’t a friendly.
He slinked forward silently, firearm raised in front of him. Dressed in the standard Corps uniform of dark blues, the officer waved his sidearm between me and Timmy, not from nerves, not because he was shifty. Because he was toying with us and very clearly had the upper hand in this situation.
“Can’t talk?” he smirked, stalking closer.
With a close-shaved head and a sinewy well-muscled build, he was deadly dressed up in coiled power. As lean and as mean as they came. I stood taller in the face of his menace. He noticed, with a tilt of his weapon to my chest.
“All right then. I can fill in.” He ambled around us, disarming me and Timmy as he went. “Looks like a couple raiders got cut loose from their pack. Little boy here,” he pressed Timmy forward until he stumbled face first against a wall, “And you would be what? His protector from the big bad Corps?”
“You don’t look much like big bad anything. And you talk a little too much.”
He grabbed Timmy like a snake making a fast strike. The corpsman’s forearm constricted his throat, his handgun moved to his head. “I can just shoot, if that’s what you prefer.”
“Don’t. Jesus, don’t.” I raised my hands.
Although he pulled the weapon away, he held it with a masterful grip, ready to unload. “Why not?” The brisk tone of his voice held something underneath, something entreating.
“He’s a kid.”
“I’ll let him go, in return for you coming with me without a fight.” Firm lips pulled into a half smile as his gaze boldly delved into mine.
“Hawke, no!” Timmy fell to his knees when the enemy propelled him away.
Gun swiftly cocked between my shoulder blades, the trooper started walking me down the far end of the alley. “I’d advise the kid to get the fuck out of Alpha before someone else tries to kill him.”
“Find Ryder,” I called back to Timmy who scrabbled to his feet. “Find him, and get home.”
Marching me around a corner and into an even deeper recess where no troops or Freelanders were to be seen, the corpsman kicked open a door and prodded me through it. Pushing me against a wall, he searched me roughly, adding my ammo belt and two knives to his collection. He grasped me by my hair and pulled me further inside. It appeared to be an old storage area, unused for a while judging by the dusty crates stacked against the walls. The building was somewhat secluded if you could ignore the bullets, bombs, and screams crackling in the not too far distance. The sounds of war were a reminder death waited around every corner and it looked like I’d just met mine.
After thoroughly sweeping through the adjoining room, the enemy backed me into a corner. “This should do.”
I firmed up my stance, lifting an eyebrow. “All this for my execution? I’d kinda thought when I died it would be somethin’ more along the lines of fluffy white clouds and fields of flowers.”
He regarded me with detached amusement. “You’ve got a smart mouth.”
“That’s not all that’s smart. Sometimes we rabid Nomads like to read books and shit too.” I glared at him.
Instead of responding, he eyed me all over. And, Jesus Christ, in some sick masochistic part of my soul, I thought he was sexy. He stood there like an open invitation to fuck, except for the gun pointed at my head. Smug and almost magnetic. My breath grew labored, this time not out of fear. Immediate and distracting attraction for the asshole who’d sooner plug a bullet in my brain than blow my cock invaded each and every one of my senses.
One corner of his lips pulled up, revealing neat white teeth and the tip of his tongue. “This is where you try to run, man.”
Not Nomad, not scumbag, but man-to-man.
“I’ve never run from anything in my life.” I spat at his feet.
His gun grazed my temple. “You’re a nasty little Nomad, aren’t you, Hawke?”
Filling my chest with a deep breath, I invaded his space. I might be a Nomad—he used the CO insult against my kind—but in no way was I little.
His arm, tense with muscle, curled around my neck, bringing me closer. He slid the gun barrel across my lips. “I could blow your mouth wide open, but I bet you got a better use for it.”
What? He was so near me I could smell him. Earthy and salty and musky. He watched the muzzle of his weapon as he slid it across my lips. This close, the enemy’s eyes were an impossible color, glowing yellow-green. Cat-like in intensity. No, not just a cat–a killer, a lion. He looked like a demon in the dim light, high on blood lust. But when my tongue tripped across the barrel as I wet my lips, his pupils swallowed all the color of his irises into blackness and a look of pure primal lust stole across his stern features. Suddenly he was beautiful in the way only a predator could be.
Deadly. Dangerous. Unpredictable.