Solar Heat

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If she saves his life, he'll be her enemy forever.

When intersolar mining boss Derrek Archer rescues a beautiful stranger named Azsla from her emergency sleeping pod, the desire between them flares to dangerous heights.

Azsla, a member of the ruling elite, has powers that can save Derrek's planet from an approaching asteroid, but if she reveals those powers, he'll learn that she's not only a spy, but also a ...

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Overview

If she saves his life, he'll be her enemy forever.

When intersolar mining boss Derrek Archer rescues a beautiful stranger named Azsla from her emergency sleeping pod, the desire between them flares to dangerous heights.

Azsla, a member of the ruling elite, has powers that can save Derrek's planet from an approaching asteroid, but if she reveals those powers, he'll learn that she's not only a spy, but also a slave mistress capable of controlling him and destroying everything he holds dear.

Mastering the hot-blooded miner seems impossible as sexual conquest becomes a battle neither of them can win.

If they and the planet are to survive, they'll have to rely on one another, trust one another, because love may not be enough.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781611943702
  • Publisher: BelleBooks
  • Publication date: 11/18/2013
  • Pages: 264
  • Sales rank: 1,301,507
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Susan Kearney used to set herself on fire four times a day. Now a USA Today bestselling author, she does something really hot—she writes romance. She can apply the old rule of "write what you know" and never run out of ideas for characters and plots. An All-American and professional diver, expert in martial arts, sailor, real estate broker and owner of a barter business as well as women's fitness and three hair salons, she has enough material for a lifetime.

Kearney, a native of New Jersey, resides in a suburb of Tampa with her husband, kids, and Boston Terrier.

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Solar Heat


By Kearney, Susan Tor Paranormal Romance
Copyright © 2008
Kearney, Susan
All right reserved.


ISBN: 9780765358448

Chapter 1
Talk about unlucky missions. Everything that could go wrong had. One moment Azsla and her crew of four “fugitive” slaves had been on course for Zor, the next the starboard stabilizer had malfunctioned, damaging the hull. The spaceship had jolted, and engine failure had turned their systems inside out, and slammed her crew into unconsciousness. The cosmic whammy had dealt them one hell of a beating, and she thanked Holy Vigo for the lifelong supply of salt that had given her strength and enabled her to remain alert.
The ship was currently powerless and drifting toward the portal that was supposed to have transported them to Zor and freedom. The lights flickered. With the snap of a toggle, Azsla cut the blaring alarm. She didn’t need a news flash to know that unless she altered her damaged ship’s course, the forces sucking them into the black maw would squash them flatter than a neutron particle.
By now, the backup system should have come on line automatically. Azsla initiated emergency procedures and flipped open the auxiliary engine panel. Twisting the manual override, she thrust the handle to starboard. But the reboot mechanism was also on the fritz. When no lights or controls lit up, licks of alarm shot down Azsla’s back. Mother of Salt—a double cosmic whammy.
Keep it together. She’d drilled for emergency situations. Only this was no drill. They were in trouble. Bad trouble.And fear ignited in the pit of her gut like a retro-rocket on nitro.
She checked her watch, then estimated the triple threat of time, distance, and mass. At the inescapable result—certain death—her scalp broke into a sweat. As a First of Rama, Azsla had been entitled to a life of privilege and all the strength-building salt she could swallow. But what should have been a life of luxury on Rama had been destroyed by a slave rebellion that had led to hundreds of thousands of slaves escaping from Rama to Zor, a planet in another solar system. To prevent further uprisings and retaliation from the slaves, she’d agreed to go to Zor as a spy. She’d always known her mission would require sacrifice and she’d accepted the danger of pretending to be an underfirst, a lowly slave, in order to assess what kind of weapons Zor was developing against Rama. But to succeed, she had to get to Zor.
Right now, that didn’t seem likely. Or even possible. She glanced around at her still unconscious crew. She’d always thought she’d understood the risk of covert operations. When her superiors had cooked up this mission, she’d volunteered. The decision hadn’t been a hard one. Fifteen years ago when she’d been in her early teens, a slave uprising on Rama had killed her parents and ruined her home. Some 200,000 slaves had escaped her world and resettled on the planet Zor. Eventually the Firsts had regrouped and regained control, but life as Azsla had known it was over.
After losing everything, her existence had gone from street orphan to ward of the state. When the Corps offered to train her as a weapons specialist and promised her a shot at stopping any chance of another slave rebellion, they hadn’t had to ask twice. As a First she’d understood, even as a teenager, that as long as Zor offered safe haven to slaves, all Ramans stood in peril, their way of life threatened. And it had been surprisingly easy to leave behind her regimented, friendless existence where no one would miss her.
But to become an effective spy, Azsla had been asked to accomplish what no other Raman had ever done: suppress her Quait, a First’s ability to dominate. She’d accepted she might never succeed—but after years of training she had achieved the impossible. Sort of. As long as she kept her emotions in check, her Quait didn’t take over and Azsla could prevent herself from overpowering the will of her crew and outting herself. By reining herself in tight, she could now pass as one of them.
She’d never considered that engine failure might kill her in this tin can before she’d even landed on Zor.
If her crew ever sniffed out her real role, they’d sabotage the journey to Zor. Slaves might be weak, but they were fanatical. Dangerous. They placed little value on life, even their own. To find out what the Zorans were up to, Azsla had to be just as ruthless. Knowing any one of them would turn on a First to keep her away from Zor reminded her to keep up her guard. Always.
One by one, the systems went down. Getting to Zor, at this point, was secondary to staying alive. Artificial gravity failed. The air grew stale. It was already freezing cold, as if the heat hadn’t been on since liftoff three days ago. Azsla gripped the command console to maintain her position at her station and ignored the white vapor puffing from her mouth, the prickly bumps rising over her flesh, her body-racking shivers. Her unconscious crewmen floated away from their stations as the ship lost gravity and she couldn’t blow off a spark of sorrow over their plight. But during the long months of training for this mission, she’d come to know her crew, and, to her surprise, respect them. Now, she couldn’t remember when she’d stopped thinking of them as slaves and started thinking of them as people.
“Anyone awake?”
None of her crew answered, likely frozen, shocked, and possibly injured. Yet, they weren’t dead. Rak, her second in command, drew in choked breaths. Kali, the copilot and chief engineer, flailed on the ceiling, seeking leverage to alter his attitude.
Knowing she had mere moments to divert the ship, Azsla stayed put. If she couldn’t change their course, the wormhole would devour the ship, leaving nothing, not even scattered debris, to mark their passing.
“Report,” she insisted, her voice lowering an octave as if ashes filled her mouth, her cold-numbed fingers flicking the damaged control toggles, frantic to restart the engines. Surely Jadlan or Micoo in the sleepers had been jarred awake? Or had they ditched protocol, abandoned their posts, and ejected in their escape pods? Azsla had no way of knowing, not with her instruments off line, but as always, she cut her crew some slack, all too aware that none of them had her superior intellect or physical strength. After all, they were slaves.
Taking stock, she assessed their predicament with as much presence of mind as she could summon. Instant depressurization had collapsed the aft stabilizer. Her damage-weakened ship now spiraled end over end—straight toward hull-crushing forces that would terminate her mission—unless she found some miraculous way to steer clear.
Azsla ripped open the panel’s cover to examine the wiring. The reek of burning plastic singed her nostrils. Smoke filtered into the cabin and fear scratched along her skin like claws, ripping and shredding, threatening to tap out her last reserve of Quait control. Damn her crew. They should have responded by now.
Not that she was even close to normal. Her fingers trembled and she loathed her own weakness as much as that of the underfirsts who hadn’t responded to her plea for information. With her gut doing a slow spin job, she battled fresh panic.
Easy. She was beginning to hate the empty brutality of space. Not that she was bitter. Sweet Vigo, people were supposed to live on planets where they didn’t have to breathe recycled air, where every little mechanical failure wasn’t life threatening, where a stray piece of dust didn’t create lethal havoc with her ship’s systems.
Trying to buy herself a little relief from pounding panic, Azsla attempted to dial down her emotion. She cornered it, squashed it. Beat it into submission. Pretend it’s just another drill. After ten years of keeping her cool and suppressing her Quait, her spontaneous instinct to dominate should have been under control . . . yet, as the port fuel tank exploded, her natural inclinations to overpower kicked in. Hard. Every cell in her body ached to reach out and make the crew work as one. But if she reverted to instinct and used her Quait to save all their lives by forcing them to fix the ship, her crew would then learn that she wasn’t one of them. If they didn’t kill her, she would wind up returning home in defeat. Sure, mind scrubbers could erase her crew’s memories, but the Corps didn’t accept failure. Azsla would never get another shot at returning to Zor.
But the aching instinct to survive at any cost began to burn. Sizzle. Her blood boiled with the need to take charge . . . for the sake of self-preservation.
She was about to lose it and take over the will of every underfirst on board. With no time to talk herself down slowly, she popped a tranq, swallowing the pill without water. Immediately, the fire eased. The seething boil cut to a manageable simmer. Of course, later, if she lived that long, she’d pay for relying on the tranq. If her superiors ever discovered she’d resorted to artificial tactics, it would put them off—enough to shut her down, boot her from the Corps. But with the metal hull groaning, official consequences were the least of her problems.
The portal was sucking them in. Thanks to the tranq, her Quait settled and the need to dominate abated. Finally, praying to save the ship from annihilation, she struggled to route the last remaining battery power into the bow thrusters.
Her fingers manually keyed in instructions, and she regained her normal tone of voice. “Kali. What’s doing?”
Kali groaned, opened his eyes, shoved off the ceiling and buckled into the copilot’s seat. He slapped his flickering monitor. “Navigation’s a bust. Hyperdrive’s nonoperational. Engineering’s off line. Life support’s nonfunctional. Time to bail?”
Unless she could alter their direction, they’d have to abandon ship or be crushed four ways to summer solstice. However, the portal would draw in the sleeping pods, and, as long as the emergency batteries maintained the pods’ shielding, they’d shoot straight through to Zor. Hopefully someone at the other end would pick up an automated distress signal—if not, they would drift in space, frozen. Forever. Not an appealing option, but neither was instant death.
Azsla jerked her thumb toward the escape pods. “Hit the airlock.”
Although her crew often disappointed, not quite living up to her standards, they tried hard. And she wasn’t cruel enough to dash their hopes and reveal they had little chance of survival, never mind escape. Of course, the Corps never intended for her crew to achieve the freedom they sought. On Zor, they’d be rounded up by other spies and sent back to Rama in chains as an example of what happened to slaves who attempted escape from the mother world.
Kali unsnapped his safety harness, snagged Rak off the ceiling, and swam toward the rear. “Captain, you coming?”
“Just messing with the bow thrusters.” She didn’t exactly lie. Although she had little hope of cranking out a course alteration with the bow thrusters, she used the excuse to stay at the helm to secretly shoot the logs and a report of the disaster back to Rama, a last-ditch effort to inform the Corps of their predicament. Notifying home was a calculated risk. Her crew believed they’d escaped Rama, when in actuality the government had allowed them to leave in order to insert Azsla into their midst. If any of them caught a whiff of what they’d consider betrayal, there was no telling if she could handle them after swallowing that tranq.
“Captain.”
At Kali’s sharp tone, Azsla stiffened. Had he seen her dispatch the log? Despite the tranq, she couldn’t conceal the edge to her voice. “Yes?”
“Ship temperature’s approaching freezing. The hull’s breached. Shields are failing. We need to leave, now.”
Relieved her cover remained intact, Azsla skimmed her hands over the keys, robbing the remaining power from every system except the pods. “I’m right behind you.”
Kali soared through the control cabin into the ship’s bowels. She heard him pop open the pods and the terrified voices of her crew. So the others had awakened. She shouldn’t be thinking about them. Slaves were easily replaced. Weak. A waste of salt.
Yet . . . this crew had trained hard. Not as hard as she had. But then they didn’t have her abilities. Still, they’d done what they could with what they had.
Finally, she shunted the last of the power into the boosters.
Done. She turned and shields began to go down. The injured hull squealed in agony, the tearing of metal a death knell. Diving for the escape pod, she overshot her mark. Kali snatched her by the ankle, saving her from a painful smack into the bulkhead.
“Thanks.” She seized a handhold and righted herself. He’d already stuffed Jadlan, Micoo, and Rak into the pods and ejected them through the airlock.
“Ready to bounce?”
“Absolutely.” Totally on board with the plan, she slapped the button to open her sleeper. Kali slid into the last remaining pod.
She tensed her muscles to do the same. Only her pod didn’t open. “What the frip?” All hell was about to come down on the ship and she nailed the button mechanism again with her fist.
And got zip. Zero. Zilch. The canopy refused to budge. Her high-pitched gasp shamed her and she hoped Kali put it down to the cold that seemed to have frozen her bones.
This was insane. Surely every freaking system on the ship couldn’t fail . . . unless someone had sabotaged the mission. But who? If the slaves had known about her subterfuge, they would have killed her, or died trying. Not even they would have vandalized the entire ship. And she had no other enemy. The Corps wanted her to succeed.
The delay didn’t seem to faze Kali. Instead of ejecting, he moved smoothly, climbing from his pod. “Let me.” Picking up a wrench, he slapped the release button.
“It’s no good.” She pointed to the hull that had caved, crushing her pod, the metal cross brace obstructing the release mechanism from firing properly.
The hull howled like a wild beast, the last of the shields failing. From the ship’s bowels, the engines rumbled like a volcano about to erupt. Her ability to issue orders dulled by the tranq, she said nothing as Kali picked her up, slipped her into his pod, and closed the canopy with a click of finality. Hit the eject button.
Her last sight of him floored her. He seemed at peace. Eyes closed, his lips moved, and if she hadn’t known better, he’d appeared to be praying. At peace with his death.
She shot into space, a rush of emotions flooding over her tranqed emotions. Relief. Hope. Astonishment.
Kali had given up his chance to live. For her.
She hadn’t even used her Quait. She closed her fingers into fists. Kali had meant nothing to her. Slaves were easily replaceable. Unworthy. Yet, she’d spent enough time with her second in command to know Kali’s life had meant everything to him. He’d planned to begin anew on Zor. Marry. Have children. His dreams would never have happened because of her mission . . . but Kali hadn’t known that.
Turning, she watched the ship implode and vanish into the portal. Kali was dead, his body relegated to tactonic dust.
She shouldn’t have cared. Cold from the sleep capsule spread over her skin like guilt. She told herself slaves died every day. So what?
But if Kali’s selfless sacrifice didn’t matter, then why was her vision blurred? Why were tears freezing on her cheeks? Copyright © 2008 by Hair Express, Inc. All rights reserved.


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  • Posted December 27, 2013

    Once again, I've got the distinct feeling I've read this before.

    Once again, I've got the distinct feeling I've read this before. The sequence when they're evacuating the planet (or trying to) came through most clearly. I'm 99% sure I read this in its prior release - not a bad thing at all, as I certainly enjoyed the ride the second time!




    In Lunar Heat, we got to see the evil side of the Firsts from Rama. In Solar Heat, we learned that (of course) not all is black and white, and there are different Firsts. Oh sure, Azsla believes she has every right to retake the slave world, but she's been scarred by the slave uprising (slaves slaughtered her parents as they escaped Rama), so I can't really blame her for resenting them. She's also willing to admit when she might have been wrong/that the Firsts have it wrong about the underfirsts' ability to take care of themselves. I think she legitimately believed they weren't able to function without Firsts to take care of them until she visited the new world the escaped slaves built.




    Derrek is Cade's brother (the hero of Solar Heat). He's built a really good life for him even though he has no memory of his earlier life because it was wiped from him as punishment for some misdeed against the Firsts. He understandably has issues with the Firsts and really wants to keep his people free of them. He's a strong man who's utterly focused on making sure the escaped Raman slaves have the best chance of making something of the new world they've inhabited. He's also filthy rich, having started a salt mining operation shortly after escaping. Heh.




    Azsla and Derrek are a very interesting couple. I was fascinated as I watched Azsla strugged to control her Quait. The mental powers of the Firsts became almost a living thing as embodied in her, and the potrayal of her constant struggle not to give in to the need to use it, what was as natural to her as breathing, was well done. 




    The mission Azsla and Derrek go on after Derreck discovers Azsla's true identity was fraught with an additional layer of tension because he was so worried she might betray him/his people. And the ultimate quest to destroy/deflect the asteroid revealed a very interesting tie-in to Ms. Kearney's Rystani Warriors series as well. 




    This was a fantastic book and I can't wait to read more by Ms. Kearney! 5 stars!




    Book provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2013

    I never thought I would like a futuristic romance but the charac

    I never thought I would like a futuristic romance but the characters drew me right into the story.  I liked the romance alot.  Can't wait to read Lunar Heat.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2008

    Picked it up by accident and was suprised!

    I didn't realize it was a romance just caught the part about science fiction. Well I started reading it and it was anything but predictable. I actually couldn't put it down because I wanted to see where the story was going because this wan't a formula book that's been rehashed. It's actually very well written and keeps you hooked I'm looking for more by her right now! Can't go wrong on this one!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    exciting science fiction romance

    Intersolar Mining asteroid minor Derrek Archer rescues Azsla from her apparent drifting emergency pod where she is asleep in suspended animation. Even before she awakens he is attracted to her, which makes him wary as that just does not happen in real life especially in deep space. When she revives, Azsla is shocked how much she wants the minor, but knows her undercover espionage mission comes before her desires. As Derrek and Azsla begin to fall in love, each remains cautious with their feelings especially since each supports opposing enemies. However when a pandemic threat means many innocent lives dying this couple must overcome their suspicions of one another to unite in love in order to prevent a catastrophe. --- SOLAR HEAT is an exciting science fiction romance starring two interesting lead protagonists who are obvious enemies until love changes their relationship. Azsla is the more fascinating of the pair, as she is an outer space Mata Hari who comes from a slave planet while he is a roguish loner although he has hundreds of employees. Readers, more so romance fans than sci fi purists, will enjoy watching the struggles of this couple to team up in spite of their love for one another to stop the calamity from happening. --- Harriet Klausner

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