by CJ Barry

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To prove she's worthy of her place at the prestigious Majj Institute, Tru Van Dye must make an important discovery by age 30—and time is running out. To complete her research, she must leave home for the first time and travel to the most dangerous planet in the sector. She needs a guide: someone discreet, someone fearless, someone who guarantees results. The infamous Rayce Coburne fits the bill.

Rayce has given up treasure hunting, but his dream of renovating a starport is threatened by a lack of funds—funds Tru is offering. All he has to do is deny his attraction to his cool client long enough to complete one last mission.

Rayce is like no man Tru has ever met outside of a virtual reality simulator. He ignites feelings she didn't even know she was capable of. But if she falls for the bad boy in real life, will she be forced to give up the future she thought she was destined for?

Book 2 of 4.

Previously published.

84,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426892370
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 10/03/2011
Series: Unforgettable , #2
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 734,641
File size: 349 KB

About the Author

C.J. Barry grew up reading science fiction novels, comic books and her brother's Cracked magazines. In high school, a creative writing teacher told her she should be a writer, but she decided to go to college instead. In college, a writing professor told her she should be a writer, but she decided to be a computer programmer instead. A husband, two cats and two kids later, an adult education teacher told her she should be a writer. She finally gave in, and after selling the first novel she ever wrote, decided that all those teachers were right. Eight books later, she continues to bring her unique blend of high adventure, witty humor and sizzling romance to her work.

C.J. has won numerous awards for her novels, and is a member of the Romance Writers of America. By day, she works as a web developer. By night, she dreams up adventures and pens the books she was destined to write.

Read an Excerpt

Tru took a deep breath and stepped through the battered doorway. A drinking glass shattered against the wall behind her, splashing its lime-green contents across one leg of her silver bodysuit. A chorus of roars burst from the far corner of the saloon. Tru froze as The Rough Cut attacked all of her senses at once.

The noise, the smell, the visual were overwhelming. In her mind she fought to make order of the chaos before her.

Noise demanded attention first. An ebb and flow of hearty masculine bellows deafened the dreadful music straining above the discord. Jeers, cheers, rants—they all melded into a raucous symphony.

The smell, well, she didn't even want to analyze that. Her nose would never be the same.

The visual would take a bit longer to sort through. The four dilapidated walls were a patchwork of crudely attached composite board marred by vulgarities in every alien language. A serving bar stretched the length of the far wall, manned by a single burly saloonkeeper. A haphazard collage of tables and chairs in various stages of ruin littered the rest of the place.

Then there was the patronage. Tru caught glimpses of scars, matted hair, missing teeth and something furry in the corner that she was trying hard to ignore. Men huddled over small tables, heads close, grunting and chortling, watching her.

Lovely place. And to think that in all her twenty-nine years she'd never been in a saloon. Nice to know she hadn't missed a thing.

Over the general racket and chaos, Tru scanned the saloon and spotted the man she had come to see.

She made her way through the crowded tables and overt looks to where he sat at the bar, his back to her. She slowed as she got closer and he got bigger. Standing behind him, looking at those broad shoulders, she nearly changed her mind about the whole idea.

What did he eat?

She shook off the thought and spoke up. "Excuse me. Rayce Coburne?"

The man before her turned leisurely on his stool and propped his elbows on the bar. Tru froze as brilliant blue-green eyes drilled into hers. They were hypnotic, a stunning complement to the black hair that hung carelessly over his forehead. Finely chiseled features under smooth, bronzed skin fashioned a rogue's countenance. He lounged on a bar stool amid the barrage of foul language and stench of alcohol, looking completely at home. She couldn't tell how tall he was, but he was solidly built. Big arms and shoulders stretched the seams of the supple gray jacket he wore. His white shirt-collar was open, revealing a golden-brown, powerful chest. Strong leg muscles bulged through the light fabric of the black pants. Even though she'd seen images of him, the live, up-close version proved far more daunting.

He gave her a long once-over before breaking into a slow, lazy smile.

"Have a seat," he said in a soft growl of a voice that burned into her memory long after he showed her the empty stool beside him.

As she sat down, she was keenly aware of his eyes scanning the length of her body. Talk about distracting. Her pulse quickened; her palms began to sweat. She rubbed her hands on her thighs. The worst part was that he hadn't done a thing except offer her a seat.

Annoyed at herself, Tru straightened. After all, he was only a man. A man who would soon work for her.

Boldly, she met his gaze. "What are you drinking?"

Coburne narrowed his eyes. "What are you drinking?"

She hadn't planned for that. She never drank, but she wasn't about to admit that to him.

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