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WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING
FOUR STARS!!! The story progresses at lightning-speed pace...the characters are endearing and the sexual encounters creative and steamy. In particular, Ms. Willows has a real aptitude for engaging the senses during sex scenes. Fans of the Star series will not be disappointed with this latest installment. ~Belle Dessler, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
FOUR CUPS!!! This story was short and sweet, and yet it still managed to be steamy. I liked the second chance at love theme because you always wonder about the one you let get away, or the one you decided was not worth the trouble of keeping. I recommend Star Ravaged Man as a fast, hot read. This is number five of a series by Ms. Willows, but I found that it stood on its own. ~Jenn, Coffee Time Romance
FOUR ANGELS!!! [A]n engrossing tale that the reader will hate to see end. ~Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews
Cayana stared at the facility on her viewing screen—the Bon
Appétit Resort for Interstellar Liaisons. She should have known Lienna was up
to something. There’d been an extra energy about her these last several months
and a definite sparkle in her eye. Cayana wholeheartedly supported her latest
It seemed everything Lienna touched turned to gold. The
woman certainly had a talent for business…one Cayana admired, but didn’t seek
to emulate. She was content to work with her and never cared to be the one
completely in charge. It was a devotion Lienna appreciated, or so she’d said.
Cayana was about to find out just how much she really appreciated it.
She punched the button to reveal the other area she’d been
watching. While her fellow attendants used the club’s after-hours to engage in
voyeuristic activity, Cayana had selected another more mundane subject. She
Durok Simeon wasn’t the man she once knew. He hadn’t been
that man for a long time. But fate had been particularly unkind to him this
There had been a flash of panic when Cayana heard he’d been
kidnapped by a renegade energy thief, Zantar. Once he’d been rescued and taken
in by the Interplanetary Commission for rehabilitation, and word filtered out
about what Durok had endured at Zantar’s hands, Cayana quietly cheered. It
couldn’t have happened to a nicer man. Durok deserved to be a sexual pawn, to
have done to him what he’d done to so many others, especially to her.
She studied the shell of a man now curled in a fetal
position on his narrow bed inside the IPC compound. It had taken more than one
bribe to allow her visual access. At first, Cayana had gotten perverse pleasure
in his suffering. Seeing first-hand how his captivity had affected him
physically and mentally shredded her hatred over time. And now she knew that
hatred had been a façade. No matter what Durok did, or how many times he’d done
it, Cayana still loved him.
They’d met while still in school. It seemed an eternity ago.
A thousand lifetimes since eyes the color of the cobalt blue Ionian ale she now
sipped locked onto hers. Eons since they’d clutched each other in the wonder of
first love. And yesterday when they lost it all.
How many times had she tried to figure out exactly what had gone
wrong? Too many, as were the reasons she’d come up with. The death of his
father had altered family circumstances. Dreams she and Durok once had were
shoved aside so he could provide for his mother and siblings. His bitterness
grew and Cayana stayed by his side, hoping he’d snap out of it. His downfall
continued as he fell into company with two true degenerates—Macris and Jamel.
The few hours Durok had given her were now devoted to
frequenting sex clubs with the two. And still Cayana stayed with him,
even to the point of hiring on as an attendant at this club just to be near
him. Seeing him with other women hurt, but she stayed, praying to the moons
he’d see his descent before it was too late. She knew a glimmer of hope when
Kestral Dermot joined the motley trio. Here was a man who had some substance to
him. Perhaps a little would rub off on Durok.
That hope, her last hope, faded when Cayana heard the wager
the quartet had made—the first one to get an Earth girl pregnant would win a
planet skipper. A laser blade slicing open her chest couldn’t have hurt more
than the sight of Durok whipping through the city in the thing. What about the
children they had planned to have? By the time Cayana learned the
truth—that Kes had won and given the skipper to Durok—the damage was too deep
to be undone. He’d made the wager with her standing only steps away. Cayana
finally cut her ties to the man.
But not to my heart. She sighed and turned off the
screen. She couldn’t bear to see him this way—wasted and hurting. All manner of
tests run by the IPC hadn’t managed to salvage his soul. No one deserved this,
not even the man who’d repeatedly broken her heart. He needed healing, not more
medical probes. And that would only come from someone who loved him…no matter
Cayana knew she was probably setting herself up for
heartbreak once more. But she also knew she’d never forgive herself if she
didn’t at least try.
She waited until the last of the women left before
approaching Lienna. It was a big favor to ask, but….
Lienna smiled. Everything about the woman glowed lately,
highlighting her copper-colored hair and adding a sparkle to her eyes—this was
a successful woman, a woman in love with life and her man. “I’m sorry I didn’t
mention it sooner, but I wanted to make sure everything was in order first.”
Cayana matched her smile. “I would’ve done the same thing. I
was wondering if I could get a private suite there…complete privacy. For an
unspecified length of time.”
“I can have a trans-light tube take you directly to the
suite from IPC, if you like.”
Cayana gave a small laugh. Were her emotions that
transparent? “Thank you. I’ll see about making the arrangements.”
“Are you certain the IPC will turn him over to you?” she
asked as Cayana started to walk away.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Money talks.”
If not, she had a Caldonian marriage certificate that would.
One way or the other, she was going to retrieve her husband.