Seduce Me in Dreams (Three Worlds Series #1)

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From the New York Times bestselling author of the Nightwalkers and Shadowdwellers series, Seduce Me in Dreams begins a sexy new futuristic series featuring an elite group of military heroes.
 
Dark. Mysterious. Sensual. When Bronse Chapel, the commander of a specialized unit of the Interplanetary Militia, begins to dream about a beautiful and exotic brunette, he wants to dismiss it as being induced by ...
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From the New York Times bestselling author of the Nightwalkers and Shadowdwellers series, Seduce Me in Dreams begins a sexy new futuristic series featuring an elite group of military heroes.
 
Dark. Mysterious. Sensual. When Bronse Chapel, the commander of a specialized unit of the Interplanetary Militia, begins to dream about a beautiful and exotic brunette, he wants to dismiss it as being induced by lack of sleep . . . or perhaps lack of sex. But his instincts tell him it’s something different, something far more dangerous.

Ravenna is the leader of the Chosen Ones, a small group of people from her village born with extraordinary powers. She doesn’t know that draws her to Bronse’s dreams night after night, but she senses that he and his team are in jeopardy. Ravenna can help him, but first Bronse must save the Chosen Ones from those who plan to use their powers for evil. Together, Bronse and Ravenna will be unstoppable. But Ravenna is hiding something that could endanger them all.

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Publishers Weekly
Military logic is seduced by mystical prophecy in Frank's haphazard series opener. Cmdr. Bronse Chapel leads the best special forces team of the Interplanetary Militia. His loyalty is to his team and his job, which is why his marriage was a failure, but he's intrigued by Ravenna, a woman who appears in his dreams and brings prophetic visions of their meeting as well as dangers to his team. When a devious admiral sends Bronse's team on a suicide mission, Bronse finally meets his dream woman. The omniscient narration follows minor characters, but leaves out large portions of Ravenna's plight, and a rushed final subplot could have been left for the sequel. Frank's world is intriguing, however, and the expectation that many of the characters will develop relationships in future installments makes the backstory info dumping more forgivable. (Apr.)
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"Frank's world is intriguing." —-Publishers Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345517678
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/22/2011
  • Series: Three Worlds Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 557,765
  • Product dimensions: 6.68 (w) x 4.24 (h) x 0.97 (d)

Meet the Author

Jacquelyn Frank is the New York Times bestselling author of the Nightwalkers series (Jacob, Gideon, Elijah, Damien, and Noah), the Shadowdwellers novels (Ecstasy, Rapture, and Pleasure), and the Gatherers novels (Hunting Julian and Stealing Katherine). She is lives in North Carolina, and has been writing romantic fiction ever since she picked up her first teen romance at age thirteen.
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It pissed him off royally, but Commander Bronse Chapel couldn’t help stumbling once again as the sand shifted from under his fast- paced footing. He corrected himself with a hard, jolting body movement in order to keep his balance, and the jerking motion elicited a soft, barely discernable groan from the burden on his back.
“How goes it, Chief?” he asked, pausing in his stride to request the answer and to allow his fellow soldier a few beats to grit out the agony that had to be washing through him by then.
“Just waiting on my encore, sir,” Chief Trick Hwenk responded with the traditional gung- ho attitude of an ETF officer, his young voice sounding suddenly much younger and far weaker than it had two miles back.

Chapel hesitated and then shifted the weight of his human burden up a little higher against his spine and shoulders, wishing that the grip Trick had on him was not getting so obviously lax. Bronse could smell the in­jured soldier’s blood just as easily as he could feel it soak­ing through his gear where the man was slumped over his back. The commander had a well- powered grip around the younger man’s thighs and knees as the soldier rode piggyback. But if the kid couldn’t hold on to his shoul­ders, they’d be in deep shit, and Bronse felt that fact clear to his straining bones.
“All right, Chief. Just hang by your grip for three more miles and we’ll be in the nest. Of course, that means you’ll have to listen to the medics bitch at you for a few days,” Bronse noted, using the jovial reminder as a cover for restarting their staggering progress across the ever-shifting sand. Bronse narrowed his eyes behind his gog­gles, peering at the west sandline. The wind was getting antsy, but he  couldn’t yet see a cloud forming on the line. That was a blessing, at least. Provided it stayed that way. The last thing they needed to contend with was a sand hurricane.
Bronse went back to concentrating on where he was putting his feet, and how fast he could risk going with­out jostling his precious burden too dangerously. His every muscle burned from the exertion, but he welcomed it. He preferred being soaked in sweat, working himself to the limit of his endurance and pounding out what ever was necessary to see a certain goal achieved. He’d always felt the most in control when he had that kind of dedi­cated focus, and he supposed that was what had gotten him the command position on the First Active squad of the ETF in the first place.
Then again, he had wanted to be an Interplanetary Militia soldier since ...

Well, his matra would swear it was since they cut the cord, and his patra would have proudly boasted that it was set down in his very genes, but Bronse remembered the first time he had seen a BioVid of the history of the Interplanetary Militia’s ETF when he was six years old. The IM was an intra/interplanetary peacekeeping and defensive military outfit, and it had existed for well over a century. The IM had been created as a joint military effort among the three inhabited planets in the system: Tari, Ulrike, and Ebbany. It had more or less succeeded in its charter of keeping the treatises of coexistence among the three entities, as well as managing missions of peace and humanity on and among the individual planets.
The IM had several specialized branches, but nothing compared to the Special Operations sector known as the Extreme Tactics Force. To a  six- year- old the ETF had sounded deadly, dangerous, and exciting as all hell. Watching the BioVid had only confirmed what Bronse had already dreamed of. Being in the ETF was a good way to get an adrenaline rush and have an opportunity to do things with nothing but your balls and your skills to get you out of hellish situations. Not to mention that it was an excellent way to get important body parts blown off.
Unfazed, Bronse had known right then that he was destined to be one of those elite soldiers, and nothing would stop him. Learning that kind of goal setting and determination at that young an age had served him well. Now,  here he was, commander of the crack team of the First Active ETF soldiers. First Active meant they were the lead team and were always called first for an assign­ment, and it meant that his team was the best of the best. They were the ones who went to do the impossible in the worst situations, maintaining a no fear/no fail/no fatality motto that was rarely betrayed.
That motto was balanced on Bronse’s back at the moment, losing blood too fast for what remained of a three- mile hike. But Bronse was doing his damndest to make them the fastest miles ever to be hiked on sand. He’d never lost a team member in the field, and he wasn’t about to start with a rookie communications officer who had balls the size of jumbo adder crystals. The kid had more than proved his grit today. Trick might be their newest and youn gest member, but Bronse had known the minute he’d laid eyes on him that he was the perfect fifth for his group. They’d been searching for a commu­nications officer for a whipsnout’s age, going through three washouts before Trick had sauntered onto the base, fresh out of the grueling ETF training program.

Trick had those blond  boy- next- door good looks that you could see a block away, riveting blue eyes that pen­etrated at every glance, and the disarming manners and engaging charm to go with them. He’d been in the mess hall hardly ten minutes before he’d had a small harem of female officers and noncoms all around him. They had been laughing and flirting with him like they weren’t al­ready surrounded by a cafe overflowing with virile, ac­cessible men. Keeping in mind that militia women were not something one toyed with lightly, or at all for that matter, Trick’s magnetism was impressive.
Bronse had turned to Lasher and said that any boy who could communicate that well with IM women de­served their team position as communications officer. Lasher had agreed, looking mighty impressed himself. Another recommendation in and of itself because very little impressed Bronse’s second in command. So Trick had joined Bronse, Lasher, Justice, and Ender’s First Ac­tive ETF team all of two months back, and this had been their third mission out since the team had been locked in. The first two missions had been sterling. Chief Hwenk had proved himself capable of jacking into everything from TransTel satellites to the antennae of a Flibbean ground slug. The boy was a damn miracle worker.
The third mission, however, had run into a bit of a snafu.
Bronse had to stop again, this time so they both could toss back a few gulps of nutria- treated water. The sand and sun, not to mention Bronse’s labors,  were sucking the hydration right out of his body. The Grinpar Desert on Ebbany was merciless in that respect. Actually, it was merciless in all respects. Only the Great Being knew why anyone would want to fight over the right to live on such a forsaken piece of hell- acre. The sand hurricanes alone could rip solid stone out of the ground. A person caught aboveground was as good as dead, or at least scoured to a bloody stump.
To make matters worse, the sand was black.
That meant it soaked up the rays of the sun all day and could melt or burn the hell out of anything that touched it, stumbled in it, or outright fell down looking to bake their face. Only the special protection of the sol­diers’ boots and clothes kept them from this type of fate. That and Bronse’s impressive sense of balance.
The faster they were out of that hostile environment, the better, Bronse thought as he began to trek off again.
For this mission, the team had split up to do recon­naissance at two separate locations. Bronse hadn’t rec­ommended or approved of that plan. However, due to the sand hurricanes and an awkwardly timed insert by their command center, they hadn’t had the time to recon their target sites in succession. Their limited circum­stances had meant hitting the recon objectives simulta­neously, which meant either aborting to a later mission or splitting up a single team right then. Abortion meant doubling the danger of detection, doubling the risk to lives. Bronse had given in to his upper command and split his team. Justice, Lasher, and Ender had taken the north site, and Bronse and Trick had taken the north­west target. Bronse and Trick had been filling PhotoVids with recon information when they’d been made. Bronse still couldn’t figure out how it had happened. They’d been silent and— wearing  black— all but invisible. The Nomaad patrol had jumped them from behind, six to two, and the indigenous life- form’s guards had been very skilled in hand- to- hand fighting.
Still, nothing compared to ETF training. Especially when it came to hand- to- hand fighting. Bronse and the kid had moved like lightning to eliminate their threat, working silently so as not to alert any other patrols.

Trick hadn’t even cried out when he’d been  pig- stuck by a wicked Nomaadic knife with a dual edge and hooks in the hilt meant to either hold the knife in, or rip flesh vi­olently away if the wielder recalled the blade. Trick had done the smart thing, bracing a hand to hold the knife in place as he cut off the Nomaad’s hand at the wrist. No small feat that, Bronse knew.
Though he rarely made a sound to reflect it, Trick still had the six- inch blade stuck deep in his gut, the hilt of which Bronse could see if he glanced past his arm on the left- hand side. Removing the blade would guarantee Trick’s death. Moving Trick, every step and every slide in the sand, jiggled sharpened metal against the fragile pink tissue inside the young soldier’s belly. But Bronse had no choice. The area had been too hot for a pickup with the light transport ship they’d brought for the recon. Plus, covert reconnaissance produced little advantage if you announced you’d been there with the screaming engines of a flight ship.
With luck, a sand hurricane would hit within a couple of hours and the patrol that had jumped them would be considered lost to it. There certainly wouldn’t be any traces of bodies or blood. Bronse had already seen to that. In and out like ghosts— that was how ETF pre­ferred to do their work. It was such a habit for Bronse to cover his own tracks that he could cook a four- course meal in a stranger’s  house and leave them none the wiser for it by the time he’d finished. His ex- wife, Liely, claimed he’d done the same thing to their marriage. She’d in­sisted that, for the two years they had been wed, she had hardly known he was there.
He’d never understood why she’d been so surprised by that. What had she expected it to be like? He’d been ETF born and bred— ate it, breathed it, practically made love to it— and she’d always told him that this was a major turn- on for her. She had sought him out, not the other way around. Having a relationship had been nowhere on Bronse’s radar. He’d learned years ago that the Extreme Tactics Force and  long- term liaisons did not mix. But Liely had come on strong, oozing attractive en­ticement, hero worship, and a hell- acre of wild and ad­venturous sex. It wasn’t often that a soldier argued with that kind of easy fortune. She’d been smart, witty, and sizzling hot, seemingly with a good head on her about what it meant to hang around with a First Active soldier who shipped off in a heartbeat when called. With the volatile politics and disturbances of three planets to manage, that tended to be fairly often. Hell, she’d waved him off and hugged him hello every time without a single complaint, and after a while he believed that he’d found the rare fortune of a woman worth asking to marry. She’d said yes before he’d even finished popping the question.

And that was when everything changed. Or nothing changed, according to his discontented wife. Liely had bitched and moaned nonstop about his “inaccessibil­ity” and how lonely she was all the time. Why  wasn’t he home more often? He had a family now, so why didn’t he change— work a desk, get promoted so he’d make more money. Her logic was lost on him when she told him she’d expected it to be “different” once they were married. He’d been dumbfounded. He’d never once inti­mated that he saw himself changing for any reason. Still, Liely thought he should make concessions to coddle a whining wife— just because.
Grounds for a segregation? Yeah, inevitably it had been. Like every other fight, he’d done it quickly and quietly, putting an end to his mistake as soon as he legally could.
Bronse wasn’t introspective at heart. He had a very ba­sic makeup and that never required much self- discovery. However, he moved better when he kept his mind occu­pied with a lot of things at once. He kept his attention on the terrain, checked the sandline, and kept an ear out for any agony on Trick’s part, but the rest of him did what­ever it took to make travel through the awful conditions fly by faster.

The transport was waiting another mile and a half away now, the closest they could get and stay under­cover. Justice and Lasher had wanted to trek out to meet him, but he didn’t want them in the sand so close to a hurricane event. Bronse’s equipment had read the storm forming an hour ago. By now it was fast approaching, and he’d soon see it on the sandline. He wouldn’t risk them as well as himself and Trick. He knew that his de­cision had burned them, knew they were furious with him, but they’d obeyed and would continue to obey un­less he said otherwise.
It rubbed them the wrong way, though— this group who lived by the motto no fear/no fail/no fatality— to be coddled by their commanding officer like a father pro­tecting his children.
Bronse looked over to the distant sandline. The sky was becoming obscured with swirling black and violet clouds, and ground lightning was illuminating the fun­nels and downdrafts of the approaching hurricane.
“Hey, Boss,” Trick spoke up in a rasp of repressed pain, “not that I’m complaining, but I hope I won’t be washing sand out of every crack and crevice for the next few weeks.”
“Can you think of a better way to encourage you to take a bath once in a while?” Bronse retorted breath­lessly as he tried to pick up his pace and keep jostling to a minimum. “Gonna need a sand hurricane to scour the stink off you, boy.”
“That’s just—” Trick broke off his riposte to grit a low sound of agony through his throat. “Arrrhh!”
“Hang on, kid. Last leg. And I’ll beat the storm with at least a minute to spare.”

Trick’s forehead fell limply against the back of Bronse’s

neck. The pain had to be horrible, Bronse knew, even though Trick had barely made a sound. The pain was communicated in the feel of the boy’s skin— both clammy and hot— and in the slackening of Trick’s strength and grip. He was losing consciousness, and Bronse wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t be the kinder thing, as long as the kid didn’t slip off his back. Bronse leaned into his trek, keeping Trick pitched forward against his spine and balancing him even more as he went limper, finally falling unconscious.
Deadweight.
Trick was out, and Bronse could feel it in every ounce of the body on his back. He had always been fascinated by why that made a difference. It was a balance and weight distribution factor, he knew logically. The person wasn’t awake to best center himself on the person who carried him. Still, it was remarkable how consciousness, or lack thereof, made such a difference in the feel of their weight.
Bronse realized he was grasping for thoughts. Practi­cally babbling in his own mind, really. But he had to do something to make himself move faster, maintaining burden and strength, beating out the storm, and not second- guessing himself about why he  wouldn’t have the rest of the team come out to meet them.
“That was cutting it close!”
Justice made the declaration seconds before she yanked and banked the transport away from the approach of the storm. She pitched up toward the higher atmosphere of Ebbany, the gravity decks working hard to compen­sate so the team didn’t end up spilled across the flooring. But it wasn’t Justice that Bronse was worried about. All of his concern was aft, in medbay, with Trick and the medic. But because he needed to hear his team’s report, he had to fulfill command first and let the others get back to him as to Trick’s progress.

“I sure hope we don’t have to find another nav/com officer,” Justice quipped over her shoulder. “They come and go so fast around here; I’m getting tired of wiping the butt streaks off this chair.” She nodded to the empty chair behind her and to her right.
“That isn’t funny, Captain,” Bronse said sternly, look­ing up from his VidPad, where he was recording his por­tion of the report before transmission.
“You’re right, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” she agreed quickly.
Captain Justice Mulettere was looking straight ahead, pi loting them out of the atmosphere and into the starred darkness of space, but she was also glancing in her back-view disc. She kept the little shiny disc clipped to her console so she could see the activity behind her. Not having to turn around to see what her crewmates were up to made for better pi loting. The ship’s designers could have set the pi lot’s chair farther back, she supposed, but she preferred models like the transport which let her feel the nose of the craft around her rather than the pi lot’s chair being muffled in its mid- section.
So she could clearly see Commander Chapel’s reflec­tion in her shiny disc as he sat sprawled in the command chair behind her. He hadn’t even paused to breathe after dropping Trick on the medbay table and ordering her to get the transport out of there. The commander had come forward, sat down still drenched in sweat and blood and caked black sand, and gone right to his report. The trek had been brutal on him, and she could see the tremors in his overexerted muscles, even via the disc. She wasn’t one to second- guess her commanding officer, but she hadn’t understood why he  wouldn’t let them meet up with him so they could help bring Trick in. Was Bronse protecting them? They were ETF, for Great Being’s sake. They were supposed to stick their necks out. But she’d known her superior officer for a while now, and she sus­pected that Bronse had been a little wrecked up about letting the new kid get tanked. The commander got very strict after one of them got hurt. His personal motto, they had learned, was no fear/no fail/no fatality, and no fuckups.

Justice sighed. The episode with Trick meant they’d be running rigorous drills and extreme training again dur­ing their next downtime. Not that she minded, because a girl had to do something to keep her figure, but she did wish that Bronse would parallel that way of thinking with other things sometimes. Like snapping a bootlace would mean a day of intensive shoe shopping. She chuck­led noiselessly to herself, trying to picture the hulking men she was teamed with sitting in a shoe emporium, eating canapés and sipping Lathe wine, while salers slid the latest in fashionable shoes onto their feet, one after another. Actually, Lasher was a mighty fine fashion plate when he was out of uniform, Justice mused. He would probably get a kick out of a day of shoe shopping.
But Commander Chapel was plainly not in a mood to appreciate her humorous ideas on these matters, so she kept them to herself. Perhaps she would share them later with Lasher. And Trick would get a kick out of them for sure.
Justice frowned, hoping that Trick would be all right. She had faith in their medic; he could hold the kid over until they returned to Ulrike. The best medical care in the tri- planet system was on their base planet. Once they got the kid there, he would be good as new.
Of the three worlds, Ulrike was the most advanced and civilized in many ways besides medical care. The ETF was based there, as was IM headquarters. Although the planet was half land and half water, most of the landmass was settled and there were few uninhabited areas.
Not like Ebbany, the planet they had just left. Ebbany was mostly landmass, with little in the way of water and oceans. That made for a high percentage of deserts cov­ering the face of the planet. However, the Ebbanites had managed to eke out an impressive civilization along the edges of the waters. Yet the bane of the peace seekers were the barbarians of the wilderness areas and the No­maad populations wandering the desert highlands and the lowlands of belowground caverns that stretched for hundreds of miles in all directions. The endless squabbles and arming for war, especially in the Grinpar Desert, had begun to make Justice feel like she would be wear­ing black camouflage for the rest of her life.

If Ulrike and Ebbany were polar opposites in civiliza­tion, however, Tari had to be the middle ground. Living there was rough, whether you chose jungle or desert, city or country, or life on the many colony platforms sharing the planetary orbits and sight line between Tari and its forested moon of Adia. The platforms were situ­ated in a line from Tari to Adia like metallic  stepping-stones, each one housing tens of thousands of citizens. They had the best advantages and technologies that life had to offer, their supplies often coming straight from Ulrike, where they got first dibs on imports before they even filtered down to the planet itself.
The trouble with Tari was that each colony was a fac­tion unto itself, and they were always squabbling over trading rights or imagined slights from another colony. Feuding was frequent, and policing the colonies was dif­ficult because it was hard to blend in on a floating piece of metal where everyone lived in close quarters and was wary of strangers. Planetside wasn’t much better. Trad­ing rights were a bone of contention there too. Traders figured, why spend time flying all the way to the planet surface when they could simply go to the nearest plat­form colony. This meant that by the time goods filtered down the line to the planet, the prices were exorbitant.

Only half the planet was settled; the other half was a wild frontier that drew adventurers, troublemakers, and a serious criminal element.
Tari was one of Justice’s favorite places. She had grown up on one of its platforms— a  middle- class upbringing in a place that, to be frank, had been flat, cold and gray. Still it had had more than its share of dangers for a young girl. A contrast to platform life, the wilderness on Tari held a wild, colorful appeal for her. It was a matter of honesty, she thought. At least when you went to the Tari plains and rises, you knew you were headed into blatant dangers, unlike space colony life, where you thought you were safe, yet good faces held hazards in camou­flage. Justice had always preferred the honesty of know­ing you were in constant jeopardy.
Rather like her career choice.
She had enlisted in the IM right out of school, letting them teach and train her, letting herself be the perfect lump of clay for them to mold into the perfect soldier. Now she was one of the top five pi lots in the Special Forces communities; she was one of only ten female ETF officers, and she was on Commander Bronse Chapel’s First Active ETF team. Chapel was a legend in his own time, and there wasn’t an ETF soldier who  wouldn’t give his right arm to be on his elite team. Justice had been in her exalted position for three years now, and she had thrilled in every minute of it.
“Out of atmosphere; out of orbit traffic, Commander,” she reported automatically as they pulled away from Ebbany and headed fast toward Ulrike.
“ETA?”
“Thirty- two hours, sir.”
“That long?” came the sharp demand.
“This is only an XJL transport, sir,” she reminded him with gentle respect. “I don’t have any zip. Just handling for best travel and evasion on the planetary surfaces. I can do only thirty- two hours at top mach.”

Bronse’s jaw clenched, and Justice could see a nerve tick angrily in his temple. The one thing none of them ever had to doubt was that their best interests and safety were at the heart of Commander Chapel’s every motiva­tion. The entire team trusted their lives to him, and with good reason. They had seen Chapel do much more mirac­ulous things to save the lives of his crew than humping out a kid with a six- inch blade in his belly, over black sand, in hostile territory, and a sand hurricane nipping at his heels.
Justice tired of watching her commander in the disc. Now that they were in the void of space, she flipped on her autopi lot and swung out of her chair as if she  were dismounting a horse. She strolled back to the supplies chest secured against the rear deck plates, and unlatched it with a hiss as it released its airtight seal. She fished out a first- aid case and resealed the chest. Then she walked up to the commander, who had gone back to typing his report, the blunt tips of his fingers dashing over the elec­tronic keyboard of the handheld VidPad. She opened the kit and, without bothering to ask for permission, she be­gan to tend the wounds he had sustained in his fight.
He had a cut over his left eye that would need knit­ting, a great deal of generalized bruising that a heal patch would take care of over the next twenty- four hours, and a bitching case of sunburn that was already beginning to blister. He had apparently lost his protec­tive headgear in the fight, which had left him exposed to the sun. Justice would bet he had a hell- acre of a  sun-induced headache as well. He had the misfortune of hav­ing coal black hair, and, like the black sand, it had absorbed every ray of brutal sun that had beaten down on him. Justice selected two heal patches from the kit and slapped one on Bronse’s left arm and the other un­der the hair on the back of his thick neck. When she pulled back, he was looking at her, a brow quirked up in curiosity. A light scar cut through the peak of his brow, accentuating the arch.

“Two?” he asked dryly.
“Yeah.” She grinned, pausing briefly to nibble on the gum between her back teeth. “One for reabsorption and swelling reduction.”
“And the other?”
“To cut the pain of the headache and sunburn.”
She looked studiously into the first- aid case as she spoke, so she could only feel the narrowing of his eyes on her at first. Not one to give in to cowardice, not even in the face of Commander Chapel’s disapproval, she smiled sweetly at him as she looked up.
“You gave me a narcotic?” he growled dangerously, reaching for the patch on the back of his neck. He looked up in surprise when she caught his huge fist in her palm, staying his actions. “Back off, Captain,” he barked shortly.
“Uh... with all due respect . . . bite me, Commander,” she retorted with lazy, unconcerned wit. “It’s only a low dose, meant to counter the dip when your adrenaline plummets. Which will be any minute now. When it drops, your pain will kick in. I’ve been around this block enough to know. If you want to stay lucid, you have to let me cut away at your nerves a little. Otherwise, you won’t be able to focus and stay alert with us.”
“I don’t like my reflexes being diminished or my per­ceptions screwed around with,” he argued predictably.
“That’s why it’s a low dose,” she reiterated. “And that’s why I used a patch and not a hyperspray. If we run into trouble, you just yank it off and you’ll be right in ten minutes, fifteen tops.
“I know.” She held up a hand to forestall his coming argument. “A lot can happen in ten minutes. But you have to trust me. I’d rather you be half- narced without pain than blinded by the agony that we both know is coming. If I let the medic look at you, he’d lock you in medbay. At least this way I can tell him I gave you first aid and he can focus solely on Trick. Don’t you think I know that’s why you ran out of  medbay— before the medic could get a look at you?”

“Fine. I’ll leave it for now,” he acquiesced as if it  were a heavy travail. “But next time, ask and present argu­ments before just doing it, okay? I’m not ignorant. I can listen to reason.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Jus, I want you to stay at the stick for a while. I know you’re tired and the autopi lot could get us there in its sleep, but I have . . . I have a strange feeling. Let’s just keep alert, okay?”
“Roger that, sir.”
Justice put away the case and slung herself back into her seat, keeping her eyes on her monitors.
Despite Bronse’s worries, they reached Ulrike without mishap or event. Justice swung into port on the IM space station that rotated in Ulrike’s orbit with smooth grace in spite of its enormity. Thousands of troops moved in and out of the station, known as Station Zero, every day, at all hours, and the time of their approach was no different. Since IM acted in the role of law enforcement as well as militia, personnel were constantly shifting. Station Zero was a major exchange port, situated equi­distant from Tari and Ebbany and practically on top of Ulrike.
Shortly after the XJL landed on the tarmac, the doors of the cargo hold lowered to reveal the entire squad standing at the ready. Trick was supported on each side by two team members, their arms linked to form a human sedan chair of sorts to support their injured comrade.

Justice and Lasher stood on the right, Bronse and Ender on the left. Bronse was, of course, in front, his thick wrist and forearm linked beneath Trick’s thighs with Lasher’s equally powerful grasp. At a soft sound from their commander, the team strode forward in a perfectly timed march, cushioning Trick, yet precise and proud in step so no one could mistake them for anything but the mighty warriors they were. Wounded team members of the ETF had always been brought home in such a man­ner, their heads held high, keeping them from being the object of pity or dismay, something every soldier dreaded in moments like this.
Silence fell over the soldiers crowded around waiting for their departing flights. A respectful silence. All braced their legs and linked their hands behind their backs in honorable attention as the ETF officers carried their in­jured man past them, heading for the station medical facilities.

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  • Posted February 20, 2011

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    Known for her romantic fantasy Jacquelyn Frank switches to romantic science fiction with an entertaining outer space thriller

    Interplanetary Militia Extreme Tactical Force First Active team Commander Bronce Chapel carries wounded communication officer Trick on his back as they trek the black Gimper Desert on Ebbany. Bronce mulls over what went wrong as the Nomaads expected them and prays the other members of the team are safe. The quintet makes it to their ship and travels to their home planet of Ulrike.

    Bronce worries about dreams of a woman he never met who appears. Ravenna asks who he is and why he taunts her. She has been visiting his dreams for a month and wishes he would rescue her and her brother Kith from rogue Nomaads.

    While in the hospital, Trick hacks into Admiral JuJuren's file and find interesting information on the near deadly desert mission. He shows Bronce who says the Admiral sold them out and they need to trust no one. JuJuren signs the order for the team to return to Ebbany to rescue a kidnapped High King. Bronce knows it is a trap but they begin to mount the rescue. Bronce falls into a hole and opens a cell door where he sees the real Ravenna and Kith. The soldiers break with procedure by taking the "Chosen Ones" civilians with them. They soon learn more about the Chosen Ones and the betrayal.

    Known for her romantic fantasy (see The Nightwalkers series), Jacquelyn Frank switches to romantic science fiction with an entertaining outer space thriller. The cast both the unit and the Chosen Ones contain differing personalities even while the fast-paced story line is loaded with action. Although the plot is thin and the villain's motive never explained, fans will enjoy visiting the tri planets Ebbany, Ulrike and Tari.

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 30, 2011

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    enjoyed

    yes i would have to agree not as good as drink from me. but will keep reading this series

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 28, 2011

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    Good Book

    I really like this author but this was not her best. I really like the book Drink of me by this author.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2011

    Can't wait for the next book in the series!

    By far the best series Jacquelyn Frank has started. The characters are so alive and there is so much inter action with all the characters and fast pace story to make you want more. Can't what for the next story in the series!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2013

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    Great Characters, Mediocre Story. Frank's "Seduce Me in Dre

    Great Characters, Mediocre Story. Frank's "Seduce Me in Dreams" starts out strong, with an exciting escape sequence. There are a few more great scenes scattered through the book, and I loved the characters. Unfortunately, the story in which those characters find themselves was below average. It was filled with so many narrative flaws that I was left frustrated and angry. To highlight just a few of the problems: 1) the cover has nothing to do with the story; an image emphasizing the military science fiction aspect of the story would have worked much better; 2) important characters like Ender (the hero in the next book) and Trick (who I asume will get a story of his own) are introduced too late or disappear from the narrative for an extended period; 3) the primary villain of the piece, Admiral JuJuren, spends the entire book trying to assassinate Bronse Chapel -- and his motivations are *never explained.* I assume Frank is leaving that as a hook for the next volume, but I was annoyed, not intrigued. Additionally, JuJuren does not even *appear* until the last chapter. 4) Finally, there is far too much info-dumping. Frank could have introduced the reader to a lot of this needed information through dialogue, flashbacks, or even a prologue. Overall, despite how much I like the characters -- especially Bronse -- I simply cannot recommend "Seduce Me in Dreams." If you are looking for good military science fiction romance or straight-up science fiction romance, try Zoe Archer or even Linnea Sinclair. -- lyradora 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2012

    Great read.

    This book was better than the second in the series. Much better. Re-read it when I bought Seduce me in Flames and was amazed by how little information there was on the subsequent characters. Still, it was a great read - both times.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2011

    Good book

    I had a friend tell me to read this book. I did, and found it was a good book I'm reading book two now and so far so good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2011

    Sometimes it's better to leave things alone.

    I believe I have read most of Jacquelyn's books. She actually turned me onto supernatural fiction and her Demon Series, Gatherers and ShadowDweller series were excellent. Unfortunately this book left me disappointed, I could not warm to her characters no matter how hard I tried. I kept waiting for it to get better, but it just did not.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 12, 2011

    Not worth buying

    I won "Seduce Me In Dreams" through a contest and was so excited just to have won anything. I was even more excited when I got it and Jacquelyn had signed it for me. I am a big fan of her books but this one just didn't do it for me. It was not her best in my opinion. Jacquelyn does a good job of giving Bronse a believable back story to support his behavior towards love, but throughout the book I didn't make a connection to him at all. After the first few chapters, I was introduced to Ravenna who connects with Bronse through his dreams seeking his rescue and foretelling him of dangers. I was shocked by the brutality Ravenna had endured but because the character showed such strength I didn't feel her pain. It's predictable these two will end up together but there was a lack of chemistry between the two that I usually feel in Jacquelyn's characters. I kept waiting for my heart to beat faster during the love scenes or my eyes to water at their plights but.. nothing. Ravenna shows a surprising ability that all but costs her life, but Bronse's love saves her. In the end all I felt was the book between my hands. I don't see myself crossing off the days of the calendar waiting for the nest book to release. It was something to read, made slightly good because it was free but not one I will be raving about. All in all I give it a 2/5 being I didn't have to force myself to read it but I didn't care for it and wouldn't recomend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2011

    Sexy SF Romance

    I had not read Jacquelyn Frank before picking up SEDUCE ME IN DREAMS, but I'm always on the look out for a new SF Romance read. This one didn't disappoint. Bronse is a sexy and powerful leading man, even if he does say goofy things like "By the Great Being!" Ravenna is a nice complement to him, though I didn't feel as close to her character as Bronse's--not sure if the constant head-hopping wouldn't allow me to get into her POV or if when I finally could get into it, I was yanked into another character's head. The head-hopping was my biggest concern with the book (and the interchangeable use of first and last name and call sign), but it wasn't enough to keep me from reading it in a couple of days. Franks' world and characters prompted the five star rating from me. The sex was great, too. Lasher may have been my favorite character, so I hope we'll get to see a book mainly about him later. In fact, I haven't been as excited about an upcoming release as I am about SEDUCE ME IN FLAMES, her next installment in the Three Worlds universe. Since reading DREAMS, I've started on Franks' Nightwalker series, reigniting my interest in paranormal romance, but I'm still waiting patiently for FLAMES.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 18, 2011

    Okay

    The start of this new series was okay but it will not encourage me to automaticaly want to read the next book in this series. I will have to see what others say in order to give this one another try.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 12, 2011

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    Two Thumbs Up to Frank on another Must Read Series!

    For me this book started out slow the 1st fifty pages are a lot of world(s) building that I thought I'd never get though...but once that is out of the way this story takes off with a bang! Well worth sticking it out....Not only is there a great chemistry and story line between Bronse & Ravenna I have already found myself dying to read the other's stories as well, especially Ophelia <(I probly spelled wrong) whom is the younger sister of Ravenna and a chosen of great healling power. Two Thumbs Up to Frank on another Must Read Series! (I recieved an advance reading copy thru Library Thing Early Reviews)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 31, 2011

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    Read at your leisure . no hurry.

    Um.let me start off by saying that I am usually a great fan of the author's work. Unfortunately, I found the leading male figure to be an emotional flop coat dressed as a warrior. Perhaps my expectations were set at an impossible level. I found myself actually saying 'Oh come on and man up already!' as I read some of his dialog and inner thoughts. I find that supporting characters can only be as good as the main character they interact with. In this book, many supporting characters were a bit more level headed and better written than the main male character. He was so much in tune with his emotions that he appeared feminine, which grant you-is fine. BUT NOT IN A ROMANCE NOVEL! It made no sense when he expected those around him to respect, fear and admire him. The man should have been taking meds maybe to level off his emotional instability and irrational thought process. It may just be all in my head of course (lol) and I may be way of base (lol). Can someone else who read it shed some positive light on it? I was so distracted by the main male character's mental instability that I did not enjoy the book as I wanted to. TTFN

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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