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Viola Grace


Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.

An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

Listening to readers has gotten her this far, and with her 300th short story looming before the end of 2014, she will continue to listen in the future.

Email : viola@violagrace.com

Website : http://www.violagrace.com

Bride of Midnight

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Traded to the Anvin as a bride, she doesn’t have the heart to tell them she has already chosen. Sobi enj...

Sobi reloaded and checked her monitor. A slow grin spread across her face when the steady beep began and the dot began to move with the cloud. “Gotcha.”

She laughed and settled on her cycle, kicking the engine into motion on the downhill slope. With a satisfied grin, she returned to the dark dome of the city. The hunters would have easy targets for their hunts later in the day. If they chose to monitor the traffic patterns of the creatures she had tagged, they could do that too. She didn’t care; it was time for a shower and some sleep.

Passing from the blazing light to the relief off the darkness was always a surprise. She flicked up the shaded lenses on her goggles, and her eyes adjusted to the dimness within Shadow City.

Sobi drove through the streets and pulled up outside the tagger station. With a jaunty grin, she swaggered inside and handed over her crossbow and her remaining charges. “Here you go. I tagged nine groups of desert animals.”

She unbuckled her tracking unit. “Here, the tags were all solid sets, so they should still be transmitting.”

Goran was a Prothean, like Sobi. He sighed and shook his head. “We are going to miss you when the call comes.”

Sobi blushed and her stomach went cold at the same time. “It hasn’t happened yet. I am just in the candidate pool.”

Goran’s assistant chipped in from the back of the station. “The commander from the new city arrived today, so you know that he has to be hunting for a wife.”

Goran wrinkled his nose and shrugged in acknowledgement. “That is the rumour. You might be called upon.”

Sobi felt a headache coming on. “I came here first to drop off my weaponry this time. I am guessing that that was a mistake.”

Goran chuckled, checked her signals and transferred her payment to her account. “Thanks for the hard signals. Most have been dropping.”

“The other taggers just don’t want it enough. All right, I need to get a shower and head to dinner. I am starving.”

“Job well done. You earned a few days off before you head out again.” Goran winked an invitation.

“Let me know what my energy level is like tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes.

She hoped he was satisfied with the answer as she slipped out of the tagger base. Back on her bike, she took the short trip to her home and parked the cycle in its pod. Once she had taken care of her treasure, she headed up to her apartment and loosened the straps of her coveralls on the way. She was about to unzip her suit as the doors opened to her quarters, but there was a stranger standing in the middle of her living room.

“May I help you?”

The man turned, and he was obviously not Prothean. He looked her over from head to toe and didn’t say a word.

“Anvin emissaries don’t often break into my quarters. What are you doing here?”

“You are Sobi Nurala?”

“I am. Tagger extraordinary.” She smiled.

“Your presence is requested at the main hall this evening to meet the Midnight. You are his best match.”

 

Traded to the Anvin as a bride, she doesn’t have the heart to tell them she has already chosen.
Sobi enjoys the solitude of darting animals to track behaviour and migration. When she heads home for a quick check-in, she is a little perturbed to find that her presence is required for the Anvin dignitary in need of a wife.
She dresses appropriately, and when she faces the man behind the shadows, she recognises the man that she linked herself to years earlier.
Midnight is a silly nickname, but Aloss is willing to let the Protheans call him whatever they like as long as they hand over his mate.
 
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Broken Wings

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Tales of the Citadel #41
Published By: Devine Destinies
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An Enjel who lost her wings and everything else learns that there is more to life than a past that can’t be...

“Cut them off.”
The doctor froze as he tried to set the shattered bones in her wings. They had been smashed to dust.
“Minny, that is a little drastic.”
“Cut them off, seal the wounds and I can get back into the fight.”
As if pinpointing her statement, an explosion rocked the field hospital.
“Minny, you are young. We can put you in a tank and regenerate your wings.”
“Wonderful. I can have it done later. Now, Doctor, cut them off.”
“What will your mother say?”
Minerva took a deep breath. “I will ask her in the afterlife. Now, get the wings off so I can get back in this fight.”
He nodded to the nurse and Minerva inhaled the gas, hoping that she would wake up and the pain in her body would eclipse the hole in her soul.

She could still hear Dr. Mizoko screaming that she wasn’t well enough to return to the fight. With her uniform on and her back bandaged, she headed for the mech deployment area. Most of the mechs were designed to function with wings, but three were not. They had not gotten their retrofit before the attacks.
The Enjel colony of Decla was sitting on a mineral deposit worth billions of credits. They enjoyed a relatively simple life and had left the deposit where it was. Now, a mining consortium had decided that taking the entire area by force was a legitimate business move and the colonists were on the defensive.
All of the ten mechs had been mobilised, but three of them had never been fitted with the wing relays that allowed for greater precision of movement.
She sprinted for the pits where the mechs were stored and saw her favourite gleaming in the dimness. One of the mechanics came running toward her, his wings fluttering.
“Cadet Nhu, what are you doing here?”
“I need the Arcit 2 warmed up, loaded and rations for three days, Sergeant Klasko.”
He paused. “Where is the Commander?”
“Next to the mark my wings made when the wall crushed us.”
Klasko looked her in the eye and nodded. “I will get it ready. When do you want to take it?”
“Five days ago.”
He turned and his team started to swarm the Arcit 2 from above and below. Minerva extended her arm and leaned against the wall while she waited for the systems to warm up.
A nervous private came up to her with a pouch, and she checked it, nodding at the rations inside. “Thank you.”
With her essentials taken care of, she headed for the walkway that led into the centre of the mech’s chest. The skin that the doc had grafted on her back was holding, but it made her feel light and heavy at the same time.
The interior was lit, and she could see the systems come on line as the mechanics finished their work. Klasko hovered in the open door of the chest plate as she settled into the grip of the machine.
“It is a lot stronger than the Lovixes you are used to driving, Cadet.”
“Thank you for the warning, Sergeant. I plan on taking it out of the city as fast as I can.”
He swallowed. “Good luck.”
She nodded and he sealed her in. She waited for ten minutes, gaining familiarity with the positions of all the displays, waiting for the magic words.
“Arcit 2, you are good for departure.”

An Enjel who lost her wings and everything else learns that there is more to life than a past that can’t be changed.
Minerva loses her wings when her home is attacked. She takes control of a mech and walks the bot into battle. When she is removed from the wreckage, it is determined that the bot ceased to work two days earlier and her latent talent has risen.
She is taken to Morganti Base to heal from her injuries and train her new talent. From there, it is on to Ohkhan Citadel and a day-to-day existence until she meets a man who wants nothing, asks for nothing and offers a lot.
Astien is an Enjel crossbreed who is fascinated by the woman who has all the mannerisms of one of his kind but no wings. His fascination turns to affection, and from there, a friendship deepens until he needs to know everything about the woman who will not talk about herself.
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Burning Ceres

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Extasy Books
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When Ceres Avedis ran away from an arranged mating, she thought she was teaching her father a lesson. After six he...
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When Ceres Avedis ran away from an arranged mating, she thought she was teaching her father a lesson. After six heats and a year on the run she has decided to return to the home and customs she knows. The bounty hunter that captures her and takes her to be sold in the Grand Arena did not figure in her plans. When she is bought and bound in a mating mask she is at the mercy of her buyer, and her body. His touch sears her and inflames her heat into an inferno that threatens to drive her insane before it is satisfied. Can Raanan tame her, sooth her, and convince her to accept a position as a lady of his family? Or will her heat be the only joining force between them?
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Burning Stone

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Tales of the Citadel #39
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A talent for melting stone is given a pilot who happens to be a dragon. Let’s hope the shuttle survives. ...

The sky was falling and Leyhara had a decision to make. Either she could pretend to be one of the screaming citizens, or she could step up and believe the vid that said talents would no longer be prosecuted.

While everyone ran away from the dropping ships, Leyhara moved forward to cut them off. When they dared to land on Resicor, she melted their landing gear and turned the ground around their ships into a hot plate with a molten surface.

Leyhara watched her clothing smoke as her skin heated up with the energy she was putting out. With her concentration on keeping the incursion at bay, she kept the invaders in their ships until she felt folk join her.

A quick glance showed her that they were citizens in normal clothing. A woman with her hair tied up in a scarf smiled and nodded. “Relax, miss. We have this. You have done enough.”

Leyhara knelt as ice cooled the ground and the talents of Resicor joined her in defense of their home. It was the first time she had seen this variety of talents out in public. From what history class had taught her, it was the first time anyone had seen it.

The men who surged out of the ships were large, armed and some had talents of their own. It didn’t matter. They were facing people who were risking their lives for their families. Each time one of the invaders touched ground, he was sent flying and the rest of the talents moved in.

When other ships arrived, they didn’t land. They hovered and broadcast a message of assistance and friendship. Leyhara got to her feet and pointed to a spot where they could set down.

Three ships set side by side in a tight formation. The folk who exited the ship were wearing brightly coloured and tightly fitting uniforms, some wore robes and none were armed.

Leyhara walked over to them, and she stood facing them, ready to melt their feet into the stone if they so much as twitched the wrong way. “Who are you and why are you here?”

A woman came forward with pale blue hair and a uniform that was terribly familiar.

“Kiiki?”

The woman grinned and came forward for a hug. “Hello, Leyhara. They have tried to put one of us on every arrival team to ease things a little. You have done well. We had no idea this pocket had managed to land until someone picked up the psychic energy you are throwing around. We are here to help. Will you let us?”

She swallowed and hugged her childhood friend. “You can help, but who are you? I mean what are these uniforms, these ships?”

“This is an offering of the Sector Guard and the Citadel. We study and train for events like today, and I have to say, I am delighted that I made it.”

Leyhara had been one year behind Kiiki in school, but when she was arrested and thrown in the dome, it had been traumatic for all young talents. Leyhara and others had frantically found ways to control their talents to hide them from discovery. By practising where no one could see her, she had mastered her ability to superheat a surface.

Her parents’ work in geology had been the perfect cover, as their work took them to volcanic disturbances around the globe.

“Go do what you have been waiting to do, Kiiki. We will make sure that no one enters the city.”

Kiiki and three others took flight.

Leyhara beckoned for the local talents to retreat, and they watched the professionals in armoured suits race into the ships and take care of stragglers. For her first day as an outed talent, she thought things had gone pretty well.

A talent for melting stone is given a pilot who happens to be a dragon. Let’s hope the shuttle survives.
Leyhara is a talent of Resicor and she took full advantage of her new freedom to hold off attackers by grounding their craft, by having the ground under them melt.
After the attack, she is given the choice to stay or leave and go somewhere she can use her power. It takes her minutes to make up her mind and she is on the next shuttle out.
Bohrvin has been waiting centuries for a woman who answers the call of his mind, and when he finds she has the ability to melt rock, he decides he had better tread carefully while courting a woman standing on burning stone.
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Call the Moon

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Tales of the Citadel #8
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Naka can use her mind to destroy a world, or she can save it. When nothing seems right, she calls the moon. &...

Naka spent her afternoon working on her small, personal garden. The only foods she could identify easily were herbs, so that is what she planted.

She was on her way inside when her suit spoke to her.

“Naka Gwyn, please report to the entrance. You are being recalled.”

“What?” She blinked at the herb garden around her.

“Report to the entrance immediately. You are being moved to another holding area.”

Naka looked around to see if one of the others was using a voice talent to throw her off. There was no one near her plot.

She washed her hands quickly. No sense having dirt under her nails when she went wherever it was that she was going.

Wahli was in the lane when she walked past. A sobbing young woman was leaning against her. “Naka, where are you off to?”

“I just got a notice from my suit that I am needed at the entrance. Something about being reassigned.”

Wahli stopped in her tracks and stared, “Are you sure?”

“I haven’t been here long enough for the walls to talk to me. It has to be my suit and that means the guard. Either I will be gone or I am facing a move, not that I have heard about any other facility on Resicor to house physical talents.”

Wahli frowned. “There isn’t. Can you wait?”

A voice emanated from Naka’s suit. “Naka Gwyn, report to the entrance immediately!”

Naka winced. “He sounds pissed. A hug for good luck?”

Wahli put her charge aside and gave Naka a quick hug. Her huge eyes got even wider as their skin connected arm to arm. “That explains it then. Good luck and long life. You deserve it.”

Naka grinned and waved goodbye as she passed the first and last talent to greet her in the dome. The archway was ominously silent. She entered the narrow hall, reaching the electronic curtain swiftly. Her touch on the screen let her hand pass through, and closing her eyes, she rushed the rest of her body through the tingling barrier.

When she was in the normal air again, she opened her eyes to see a world-weary stranger waiting for her. Behind her, the barrier whined into full strength, so she stepped quickly into the antechamber where she had protested her lack of physical talent for the last time.

“Naka Gwyn?”

She stared at the man, his horns reflected the minimal light in the space. His skin was deep red, hair black and woven into minute braids tipped with silver bands. She didn’t look at the half dozen guardsmen that had guns trained on her, this stranger took up all her senses.

“Are you Naka Gwyn?” The man was impatient. His sensuous lips were flattened in displeasure.

“I am.” Her instinct was to curtsy for some reason, but she held back and lifted her head.

“Come with me. We have a ship to catch.” He held out his hand, and the dark robes he wore slid back to expose a heavy metal cuff on his wrist. It had an ornate pattern on it that she would have loved to explore, but his impatience was palpable.

With a feeling of finality, she placed her small, pale hand in his larger burgundy grip, and he closed his digits around hers, turning and simply walking away from the dome.

She felt ridiculous as he hauled her along the barren flats toward a shuttle. Her mind screamed a thousand insults at his back during their journey. She hated being treated like a child.

When they entered the shuttle, she noted that it was geared for his body, his height, the breadth of his shoulders, everything was meant for someone of his physical presence. She felt like a child in the seat next to the pilot’s controls, but she let him buckle her in place for the journey.

Her life had ended the moment that they put the suit on her, so wherever she was going now was bound to be an improvement on jogging through a dead city to keep her mind out of the planet’s crust.

It had been such a little earthquake, after all.

 

Naka can use her mind to destroy a world, or she can save it. When nothing seems right, she calls the moon.

 

 

Naka was adrift with no means to focus, but accidentally starting a tremor in her hometown lets everyone know what she is and sentences her to confinement. The Citadel sends a representative to take her away, but the information that he is given will make sure that she finds no friends off Resicor.

Her life is no longer her own, but her talent begs to be used, and on the planet of Piq, she finds something very wrong. The empty world should not be empty. Its mind has been stolen and lodged in the moon. In his efforts to escape, the living mind of the planet has almost ripped his old body apart. With skills she didn’t know she had, Naka steps in to carry one mind back to its home. She hopes she will survive the process.

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Called to Power

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Tales of the Citadel #11
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Syrella was born to nobility and cursed by her talent. The last thing she expected was to be called to power. ...

A chill of nerves ran through her as she hiked up the path that would take her to the com centre. In her twenty years at the Citadel, Thoola Education Centre, she had gotten four calls. The first two were from her mother telling her how proud her mother was that she was doing well. The third had been the notification that her mother was dead, the fourth communication was that her father was dead. It had been years since she had heard anything from her home world.

Saluthic was a quiet world in the Vexar Empire. Technically, Syrella was the Duchess of Saluthic now, but it was an empty title with her father’s properties entailed to one of his male relatives.

There was something about not knowing the person who was calling her that sent a ripple of unease down her spine.

She nodded to a few instructors and their students as she passed through the main hall. Autumn on Thoola was a good time for new intakes. If they could adapt to the harsh winters, they improved their character dramatically.

Syrella moved through the familiar halls until she was standing outside the com centre. With a deep breath and a serene expression plastered over her features, she opened the door.

Tuubi was on the com today, and she got to her feet, winking as she patted Syrella on the arm. It was obviously a private call.

Syrella sat at the station and keyed in her pass code. The face that popped up on screen was familiar in that it was Vexar. Aside from that, she had no idea who she was looking at.

The woman was matronly with her hair up in a formal coil. “Syrella? Is that you?”

Syrella blinked. “I am Syrella. Who am I addressing?”

“Lady Algiatha Loesh Nevic, your grandmother.”

Shock ripped a hole in Syrella’s heart as she stared at the woman who had given birth to her father via contract and waltzed out of his life as soon as another offer presented, rarely seeing her son from that moment on.

“What can I do for you, Lady Nevic?” Syrella wanted to get off the com as quickly as she could.

Lady Nevic frowned as if the conversation was not going as she had planned. “Oh, well, I have been asked to tell you that you have to return to Vexa. The entire line of succession is dead, and you are all that is left.”

“What?”

“You are the new Empress of the Vexar Empire.”

Lady Nevic’s bright smile had an effect she wasn’t counting on. Syrella cut the communication and lost her lunch in the wastebasket. Not a good move for the new empress.

Syrella was born to nobility and cursed by her talent. The last thing she expected was to be called to power.
 
Syrella was a talent in a noble family where talents were not normally accepted. Her parents decided that learning how to control her skills would be better for her than being shunned at home, so they sent her to the Citadel school at Thoola. Sy learned everything she could, including the surprising side benefit to her talent and shifted from student to instructor as the years passed.
Sy receives a call that changes her life. She is the last inheritor of an ancient throne, and she must leave the Citadel immediately.
Dorium is the bodyguard that the Citadel assigns to her and he just happens to be the man that Sy has had a crush on all her life.
Death threats, greedy nobility and facing a deadly grandmother are all precursors to the one thing she is looking forward to, the Vexar Day of the Dead.
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Calm

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Terran Times #0
Published By: Extasy Books
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Keeping calm was Meri’s life, making others feel it was her job. Loving a Negotiator was her destiny. &n...
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Keeping calm was Meri’s life, making others feel it was her job. Loving a Negotiator was her destiny.
 
Meribeth has been the assistant to a few Alliance personnel, but Negotiator Kao is her latest boss. At his insistence, she had gills installed to enable her to accompany him on wet assignments, but his ulterior motive was not clear until he is out of the armour and his own body is finally exposed.
Vehn Kao has spent years encased in armour as a Negotiator, but the moment he comes out and sees Meribeth with his own eyes he knows that she is everything that he has ever wanted in a woman. She is intelligent, witty, attractive and has a tremendous passion just below the surface that he wants to bring out in an explosive release.
Meri wants to be good at her job and Vehn want to take her calm and shake her up.
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Captive of the Stars

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Hashka Chronicles #4
Published By: Extasy Books
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Nasha Fano has lived her adult life as the host of Ithena, red star of the northern sky. Refusing to believe that...
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Nasha Fano has lived her adult life as the host of Ithena, red star of the northern sky. Refusing to believe that her deceased father sold her to Lord Kalowell, she fights for her freedom and the survival of her people. Caught on the wrong side of the wall between her people and the invaders, Nasha is made a captive by the Lord who wanted the avatar of Ithena, but he has no idea that she is the very woman he seeks. Learning about him, his people, and the course of events that brought them together is humbling, but the star inside her will not come out to confront the other avatar or the star he holds. Frustrated, Nasha gives in to the last thing she wanted and embraces the power of his touch in hopes it will rouse the star within.
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Caress of the Stars

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Hashka Chronicles #5
Published By: Extasy Books
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Huana Marsh was ready and eager for an assignment off world as a seeker for the star Dekkar. Imbued with his power...
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Huana Marsh was ready and eager for an assignment off world as a seeker for the star Dekkar. Imbued with his power, she sets off to find the lost world of H’skar, origin world of the Hashka. Yaedo, the security officer for the temple is her chaperone and bodyguard and after a few days in his company, Huana knows why. Dekkar has selected her perfect mate and has locked him in a shuttlecraft with her. Since her body is demanding the attentions of its mate, their assignment is going to get a lot more complicated before it simplifies.
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Catalyst

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Terran Times #0
Published By: Extasy Books
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Mae can shape her own future, but will she have the patience to wait for the shapeshifting lover of her dreams? ...
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Mae can shape her own future, but will she have the patience to wait for the shapeshifting lover of her dreams?
 
Maeryn Lassiter is an Agent of the Enforcers. She has a special skill set that allows her to change her future, and if she is involved with others she can take them along for the ride as well.
She meets Nothven Harring on an assignment, but he isn’t the man for her, not yet. She has seen him in detail in her dreams, but not as the man fighting to help free her. She needs him slightly older and battle scarred before she wraps her legs around him.
Going their separate ways hurts them both, but nothing in her life is ever out of reach for the catalyst.
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Celestial DARE

Written By: Viola Grace, Tianna Xander
Series: D.A.R.E. Project #8
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Celestial Storm

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Sector Guard #13
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Andra Nickles has been a Terran courier assigned to the Sector Guard for a few years. The storm that wraps her shi...

Andra Nickles fired up her engines with a wave at the Guardsman watching her leave Morganti. The babies in Fixer's arms waved back on their momma's behalf. A fresh batch of suits and armour boxes for Udell base were stowed in the hold and she was on her way.

"This is the Guarding Flight, Alliance courier, clearing the Morganti base with a flight path for Udell base. Please confirm."

It was second nature to check in with the ground crew when she left. The tech she was carrying was highly confidential and experimental to the point of dangerous.

"Acknowledged, Andra. Keep it in a straight line this time."

"Yeesh, play chicken in a meteor storm once and I never hear the end of it." She was smiling as she lifted off and went through the pre-jump checks on the way out of Morganti's atmosphere.

Her halo was implanted in her skull and her controls responded to her thoughts. Working on the Sector Guard support staff allowed her to experience and experiment with tech she had never dreamed of back on Earth.

It still struck her as amazing that she had been one of the chosen Volunteers to leave her world and family behind. She had been a courier back on Earth as well. Her shining skill was her inability to get lost. It was so much a part of her that she had never even considered that it could be a talent until the assessors threw her into situations, mazes and even blindfolded her in the trials to prove it to her.

Once out of the atmosphere, she laid on the thrusters while she did final checks on her jump systems. The jump markers loomed and she cubed her position between them. Orientation in three-dimensional space was a skill that came as naturally as her navigational talent.

Andra leaned back in her seat, relaxed her palms on the sensors at the edge of her seat and took a few deep breaths. She opened the gateway in her mind and pictured her destination. She sent a pulse through the jump beacons via her halo and they synched with those near Udell. A sliding wrench and she was in two places at the same time.

The Guarding Flight settled into the Udell beacon space a moment before alarms started blaring and the ship started shaking. "What in hell?"

She was still weak from the jump when air began to hiss out of the seals on the ship. Outer displays showed a brilliant collection of lights and particles writhing around the ship. "Udell base, this is the Guardian Flight, courier Andra. My ship is under attack by a particulate storm and engines are unresponsive. I am in distress. Life support is failing and I have no ability to eject and run."

"Andra, stay put. We are coming to get you." Guardian's voice was calming, but Andra knew that with her seals failing, her life support would soon be useless. She would soon be cold and lifeless in the vastness of space.

"I will wait with bated breath."

"Funny stuff. Do what you can to stay alive."

"Will do." Releasing her restraint harness, she moved as rapidly as she could as her ship lost gravity.

Particulates flowed into her shuttle and danced around in a light and flowing pattern. Andra batted them out of the way as the grips of the emergency breather fought her.

Breathable air was becoming scarce, small particulates made their way into her lungs as she fought to free the breather.

More particles made it into her body. She was faint from the lack of oxygen and ice was starting to pool in her limbs. Her knees gave way and she slumped to the deck with the certainty that death was coming.

The particulates swirled, becoming thick tentacles that lifted her gently before surging into her mouth and nose. There was no pain, only the feeling of being bathed in warmth as the particles danced outside and within. A curiosity and joy that she knew were not her own filled her from the inside out as the world went dark.

Andra Nickles has been a Terran courier assigned to the Sector Guard for a few years. The storm that wraps her ship and makes its way inside finds her just outside of Udell. With her body overwhelmed, her mind shuts down and the entity within the storm takes up residence. Racked with radiation that she doesn't know how to control, she is relegated to the home of Udell's avatar, Nich, where she learns a little about his race and a lot about his taste in botanicals. Using flowers as a tool to visually measure her radioactive output is unorthodox, but everything she is now experiencing is beyond her situational training. With care and control, she becomes the Celestial Storm, now she just needs to rework the name.
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Chain

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Extasy Books
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Estelle is a logistical expert, show her a problem and she can solve it. When she is drugged and enslaved, she loo...
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Estelle is a logistical expert, show her a problem and she can solve it. When she is drugged and enslaved, she looks for a way out, sending messages with every outgoing slave and hoping that one will get her plan to the Alliance in time. The escape is on, but she has been shackled to her breeding partner that very evening, linked by a chain they lead the escape until one partner goes on alone. Survivors are offered a place on an Oefric colony world. The shape shifters have a separate town from the arena survivors, and that is where their hospitality ends. Steel leads the charge to design a working village, and since she conveniently made it into the survivors and not the Alliance specialist designation when she landed, let the fun begin. Wyanic is eventually persuaded to look in on the growing village, and imagine his surprise when his true mate greets him when he thought her dead on the ship.
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Chaos

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Extasy Books
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Zora is an exploration expert. She can assess the biology of new worlds and determine what kind of an impact colon...
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Zora is an exploration expert. She can assess the biology of new worlds and determine what kind of an impact colonization will make. General Carser and Captain Wayk have been assigned to help her, and the Oefric multi-shifters are ready, willing and able to help. The planet they were on was supposed to be inactive, but they wake the consciousness and it wants to interact in the worst way. Zora gives her body to her companions and to her surprise, she gives her mind to the planet under her. The planet used underhanded methods, but Zora couldn't fault the bait she used.
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Charm

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Extasy Books
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Valeria has fought for her life and sanity at the brutal hands of raiders. She wakes to find herself in her own dr...
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Valeria has fought for her life and sanity at the brutal hands of raiders. She wakes to find herself in her own dreams and memories with a man made of shadows and embers with pointy ears. Morpheus of Admar has tracked his mate across the stars only to find that he has to keep her in her dreams to erase the traumas of the past. His rescue efforts involve hiding at Sector Guard Base Udell where the raiders on their trail meet an uncomfortable surprise. How many mechs does it take to destroy a small fighter? Only one, and she is having a wonderful time.
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Chase

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Extasy Books
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Life on a space station is hard for a Terran, Nenita has adapted as well as she could. A raider strike on her stat...
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Life on a space station is hard for a Terran, Nenita has adapted as well as she could. A raider strike on her station sends her and her crew to the battle stations as support and she ends up between a psycho and two of her best friends. Only two out of three survive the attack, something which burns in Nenita the whole time she is being tortured and altered to suit her captor’s ideals. With her talent out of control and her refusals getting violent, she is sent into the wilderness to await a selection of raiders and prisoners who have fought for the dubious honour of three days in her bed. Up a tree, she meets her matches, but unless something drastic happens she isn’t going to come down to face the two men who defend her. Will the Oefric win her heart, or just a night in her bed?
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Chasing Carolyn

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Sisters of Silverwood #4
Published By: Extasy Books
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Carolyn had it all. A good life, great friends and family, and a wonderful hobby--running. With her instincts revv...
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Carolyn had it all. A good life, great friends and family, and a wonderful hobby--running. With her instincts revved to the breaking point, running was her natural release for tension. The tension was caused by the two gorgeous guys who joined her gym and running club. How could she outrun her own instincts when they were screaming for her to pick one of them? Would they ever get tired of Chasing Carolyn?
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Chasm

Written By: Viola Grace
Published By: Extasy Books
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Razi has been digging into the past of the Alliance for years, but now she has found the Oefric origin world she h...
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Razi has been digging into the past of the Alliance for years, but now she has found the Oefric origin world she has a problem. The world is disintegrating at an alarming rate so if they are going to find the origin of this species, they have to work quickly. Ailan and Eckhar are her assigned assistants and despite their being unfamiliar with dig sites, they have one other trait that irritates her, they claim that she is their own. A fall and interference from a determined AI change her attitudes toward her new mates in a way she cannot deny.
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Chubby is the Night

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: The Nexus Chronicles #6
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Max just wanted to have a night out with her cousin and go home. As a plus sized lass, she didn't fit in among...

The wild sounds and sights of the nightclub were lost to Max as she followed Tabby and the stranger out of the rear fire door. The darkness of the alley blinded her for a moment until her rapidly blinking eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

There. In the shadows behind a dumpster, she heard a breathy giggle from Tabby followed by a harsh squeak. It was the squeak that demanded action.

Max looked around and grabbed a chunk of wood from the alleyway. "Oy, jackass, get your face off my cousin!"

The stranger had his mouth on Tabby's neck and the whites of her eyes were showing with pain. He didn't move and Tabby whined softly.

With her hands clenched on the wood, she swung at his shoulder and knocked him three feet away from Tabby.

"What do you think you are doing, cow?" His snarl displayed bloody lips and teeth that glowed eerily in the darkness.

"Getting you away from her, ass hat." She was holding the wood like a broadsword.

"You don't want to do that." His eyes glowed a creepy green and she felt a tugging, like she didn't actually want to do whatever she was thinking about.

Before she could track his movement, he grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall, his fangs gleaming in the darkness. Fangs? What the hell? His hand covered her mouth as he swooped in to bite her neck and she did what came naturally.

With all her power, she closed her teeth on his hand and tore a chunk of skin off his palm. Blood spilled into Max's mouth and her jaw was held so tightly she couldn't spit. He was gnawing at her neck, but he couldn't do more than scratch the surface, her choker prevented him from getting a solid grip.

Strength born from fear and fury helped her push him off, but the damage was done. He had tasted her blood and she had gulped his. With a snarl, he ran down the alley, leaving Max bent over trying to wretch, her cousin sitting nearby with her hand pressed to her neck.

"Tabby, are you all right?"

"He bit me. He really bit me."

Max groaned and helped her cousin to her feet. The club exit was not accessible from the alley, so Max walked them to her car. Tucking her cousin into the passenger seat, she winced at the mess of blood and torn flesh that was her neck.

With her mouth tight, she got behind the wheel and started her car.

Tabby's voice was soft, helpless. "He bit me, Max."

She gunned the engine and announced grimly, "Don't worry, Tabby. I bit him back."

Max just wanted to have a night out with her cousin and go home. As a plus sized lass, she didn't fit in amongst the tiny blonde gazelles, but protecting her cousin from a perv in the alley changed her fate. In a moment of self-preservation when a man started chewing on her neck, she bit the hand over her mouth, setting a paranormal chemical reaction into play. Now that she is infected with his blood, he either needs to turn her or destroy her. The vampire tribunal chips in with an option for Max. She can rescue their kidnapped Guild Master, and he will decide her fate. Sounds like the best deal of the evening.
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Collecting

Written By: Viola Grace
Series: Return of the Nine #5
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Collecting the tools needed for survival is her talent, but a male of the Water Folk is something she is dying to...

With the seaweed gathered into her sample bag, Emharo looked at the tempting waves and debated continuing her search for vegetation with antiseptic properties versus taking a nice dip in the waves.

Emharo looked up at the bright ball of the sun and smiled. It made her mind up for her. She carefully put her sample bag up where the shifting surf could not reach it and was slipping out of her shirt when a transport skimmed around the headland and came toward her.

It must be the specialists from the mother ship of the Nine.

The transport flew past her and up the beach. Its air cushion spewed sand left and right until it moved up to the ridge and approached the lab.

“Well, if everyone is over there, I think it is time for me to cool down.” Her parents wouldn’t begrudge her a short swim, and she might find another sample to take back to them.

She wore undergarments made of cured fish skin, and the leather made supportive and waterproof underwear. Em removed her outerwear and folded it neatly, tucking it up where it would remain dry. With a knife strapped to her thigh and a fishing spear in one hand, she went into the water to do some collecting.

Collecting the tools needed for survival is her talent, but a male of the Water Folk is something she is dying to add to her collection.
Emharo has spent her time collecting biological samples from the world around her and giving them to her family for analysis. She can find anything you need—you just have to ask.
Rivvin is a member of the Water Folk, and from the first time he saw this woman in his element, he knew that she was far more than she appeared to be and far more vulnerable than she pretended to be. She will be a challenging mate and a feisty partner if he can only convince her that she needs to add him to her collection.
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