Rogue: A Scifi Alien Romance (Galactic Gladiators Book 8) by Anna Hackett

Author:Anna Hackett [Hackett, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-25T18:30:00+00:00

I hope you enjoyed Zhim and Ryan’s story!

Read on for Desert Rogue, Corsair and Neve’s story.

Desert Rogue

Anna Hackett

Chapter One

She stood in the shadows, watching the gladiators fight.

Sweat-slicked muscles, black tattoos, masculine grunts, and the clash of weapons. It was a pretty awe-inspiring sight, she had to admit.

Neve Haynes studied the tattooed Raiden, swinging his sword, his red cloak whipping behind him. He smacked the huge gladiator he was fighting in the chest with the flat of his blade. Thorin staggered backward, his boots kicking up sand, and scales flickered on his skin. He fell on his ass and his curses filled the air.

Raiden laughed. “Getting slow, my friend.”

Thorin stood, dusting off his trousers. He growled. “I’ll show you slow, old man.”

But then Raiden, Champion of the Kor Magna Arena, clapped the man’s back, and both of them smiled.

Neve let her gaze sweep over the House of Galen training arena. There were a number of other gladiators training, all honing their skills to fight in the huge arena beyond. Axes, swords, and nets flew and flashed in the sunlight. Everyone fought with fierce, strong, and unrelenting moves. She spotted Harper, a human woman like Neve. The former space station security officer ran across the sand and when she reached Raiden, the alien gladiator swept her into his arms for a hard kiss.

Neve shook her head as dark memories stirred. They’d all been abducted from space by Thraxian slavers, and ended up on this distant desert world. Remembered screams, panicked shouts, and the guttural grunts of the huge Thraxians echoed in Neve’s ears. She dragged in a deep breath. After their capture, the slavers had traveled back through a temporary wormhole that left the humans stranded here, somewhere on the opposite side of the galaxy from Earth. They had no way home.

Harper and the handful of other human survivors were making the best of their situation, creating homes for themselves here on the planet of Carthago. They were falling in love with alien gladiators, and finding their places in the House of Galen.

But Neve’s home wasn’t Earth, or a gladiatorial house, or any place. Her home was a person. And that person was lost here on Carthago. Somewhere.

She turned, sticking to the shadows. She flicked her hood up over her head, and checked that the short staff she’d borrowed from the armory was still hidden under her cloak. Her long staff, the one she’d made herself when she’d been stuck in the fucking alien hunting ground in the desert, was tucked safely back in the bedroom she’d been allocated.

Out of view of the training gladiators, she paused and reached up. With a quick jump, she climbed up the cream stone walls onto a balcony above. She crouched and glanced over the rooftops. The imperator of the House of Galen was no idiot, and he protected what was his. Guards in gray-and-red cloaks, with swords in their scabbards, patrolled the roofs.

But she’d been watching them for long enough to know their schedules and routines.

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