Rogue (Cat Star Chronicles Series #3)by Cheryl Brooks
He crawled toward me on his hands and knees like a tiger stalking his prey.
The third book in The Cat Star Chronicles series - a hot, sexy paranormal romance.See more details below
He crawled toward me on his hands and knees like a tiger stalking his prey.
The third book in The Cat Star Chronicles series - a hot, sexy paranormal romance.
"Readers who enjoy explicit passion will be extremely well rewarded for their time." - Romance Reader at Heart
"Rogue is a story chock full of witty and fast moving dialogue, unique and diverse characters, hot sex... and alien politics sure to please the sci-fi fan inside the reader. " - Long and Short of It Reviews
"The third Cat Star Chronicles science fiction romance ... is a terrific character driven thriller as the piano teacher and the slave fall in love on a third world." - Genre Go Round Reviews
"If you like your stories red hot and sexy, then this is the book for you. " - I Just Finished
"Cheryl Brooks takes readers on an intergalactic venture that they won't soon forget." - Romance Junkies
"The world-building is detailed enough to be imagined... Rogue was an enjoyable read." - Drey's Lubrary
"The love story between Tychar, Trag, and Kyra is HOT and deeply emotional." - The Book Girl
"I couldn't put the book down, and not just because I was wanting to "get to the good stuff" but because I was drawn into the story so completely I wanted to read more." - Books 4 Moms
"[A] fast, fun read that was extremely sexy and would be sure to satisfy many a woman's appetite for steamy romance. " - BlogCritics.com
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Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Rogue
As you might expect from a planet where the intelligent species were reptiles, Darconia was hot, dry, and lacking in natural beautyunless you happen to be fond of rocks. Lots and lots of rocksas far as the eye could see, and then some. The palace was built of stone, as were all of the other buildings in the capital city of Arconcia, which made you feel only slightly cooler once you were inside.
"Should have listened to my mother," I muttered. "You're much too timid, Kyra!" she had said. "I can't even imagine you traveling alone." My father's comments had been similarly discouraging. "No point in compounding one mistake by making another," he had said. Not having an artistic nature himself, he hadn't approved my choice of music as a profession. "And when you get there, they'll walk all over you, just like everyone else does!" Mom had thrown in for good measure. But I'd found the courage somehow, and here I was! And what, I thought to myself, was a humble piano teacher from Upper Sandusky doing so far from Earth, about to be introduced to a lizard queen in a remote corner of the galaxy?
For that matter, when was the last time you heard of anything interesting happening to a piano teacher? I mean to the teacher herself, not one of her students who went on to find fame and fortune as a result of her outstanding musical instruction. Think about that for a minute. Have youever?
Well, I certainly hadn't, so when I ran across an ad for teaching the daughter of an offworld queen, I was intrigued. So what if the locals were all reptilian? It still seemed preferable to teaching the sons and daughters of no one in particular here at home. Interstellar travel had long been common, but I'd never been offworld before, and the idea of space travel appealed to me. It was a chance to see other worlds and other species, because if my information was correct, Darconia was a very long way from Earth.
Maybe the fact that none of the musicians I knew even those who participated in the galactic music sceneseemed interested in the job should have been the first clue that I should have avoided it myself. But sometimes, you just have to go with your gut instincts, and my gut was telling me to go for it. If nothing else, it would look good on my resumeI mean, my student would be a princess, after alland if I ever wanted to get beyond teaching at the primary school level it might be helpful.
I'd been teaching for all of the ten years since I left college armed with a degree in music education. The offers to teach at the university level hadn't exactly been pouring in, largely due to the fact that I'd never gotten up the courage to apply for that level of joband I had yet to teach anyone who was even minimally gifted. Despite having been hailed as a promising new talent in my own school years, I hadn't built up enough of a reputation to attract any really good students, and since I was going nowhere, I figured I might as well go nowhere somewhere elseif you catch my drift.
I had no love interest to leave behind, either. Love and I were virtual strangers, and though I'd been through the usual series of unsatisfactory relationships most girls experience, there had never been one that I truly regretted having lost. I guess I should have known that giving piano lessons wouldn't put me in the way of meeting many eligible bachelors, but that never occurred to me when choosing my life's work.
I doubted that I would find true love in my new job, either, but I would at least get a taste of what life was like on different planets, and that sounded romantic enough. I'd done some researchthough the information I'd found was a bit sketchyand it all sounded fine to me. Darconia was a relatively peaceful planet and, although having royalty in power rather than an elected government seemed a bit backward, the fact that the Queen wanted her child to learn to play piano spoke of at least some degree of culture.
The strange thing was that while keyboard players weren't uncommon on any world, the ad had specified that the Queen wanted a well-qualified, young, and unattached Terran female. That was me. Why the requirements were so limited was a mystery, but I decided that a Queen could afford to be as choosy as she liked.
None of that mattered on the morning I waved goodbye to my parents and embarked for Darconia. I was leaving Earth for the first time, and no matter what happened, it was exciting! It was raining heavily, and my flight was delayed due to technical difficultiesbut I was young and resilient and not particularly superstitious. My fellow travelers and I waited for what seemed like hours before the ship was finally cleared for takeoff, but at last we were on our way.
Once the ship was in space and we were free to move about, all I heard from just about everyone was, "Where did you say? Darconia? Never heard of it." It was no surprise that I'd never heard of it before, but the fact that it was unknown to most other travelers was unnerving. I rechecked the database at my earliest opportunity and assured myself once again that, yes, Darconia did exist, and, no, I was not making a huge mistake by going there to work. I made a holocopy of the documentation even showing it to a blue-skinned showgirl from Edraita who had been initially impressed when I told her that I
would be teaching a princess, though, according to her, Darconia was such an out-of-the-way planet that even royalty didn't count for much. Later on, I learned that everyoneand not just the showgirlson Edraita was notoriously snobbish.
This particular woman was tall and shapely with a brilliant mass of red hair, which contrasted nicely with her blue skinand since her chief manner of dress seemed to be strings of beads of various shapes and sizes, I can assure you that she was blue all over. While her jewelry didn't cover enough of her to leave anything to the imagination or keep her particularly warmthe jingling noise it made as she moved did encourage you to look in her direction, and once you did that, it was difficult not to stare.
Her name was Nindala, and we were as different from one another as two women could possibly be. She was confident and sensuous, while I was timid and would never have walked around wearing nothing but beads!
Despite our differences and her inherent snobbishness, Nindala and I became friends during the trip, which lasted nearly six weeks for me, though only about half that time for her. She was joining up with a troupe of acrobatic entertainers who were performing throughout the quadrant. I learned a lot from Nindala; for example, did you know that the men on Salurna Zebta have two penises and always have two wives? One for each cock, she explained. I tried, but I couldn't imagine what kind of evolutionary twist would account for such a variation. I mean, males wouldn't suddenly sprout a spare just because the women of their species outnumbered them two to one, would they? I came to the conclusion that this must have been the result of an extremely popular mutation, or it was genetically engineered at some point in the planet's historythough such practices were generally frowned upon.
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