L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves, my debut for Pride arrives on 31st May - here's a teaser:
When Hawk met the Dove...
He tugged down again on his dress uniform tunic, straightening it, then cricked his neck left and right. He’d been through some things in his time in the fleet. There were things that had happened to him and yes, things he’d done—questionable things, expedient things—things that had left an emotional mark. He’d put them aside, moved on. In the mind of a starship captain, there was no room for doubt or uncertainty. His crew depended on him. The safety of the ship was in his hands. There was no room for soul-searching when a life or death decision depended on the right answer at the right time. He needed to be on top of anything that might happen—before it happened.
The proximity docking alarm flashed from green to red. The shuttle was alongside, and the automatic docking systems engaged.
“Shuttle dock preliminary checks completed, and air lock seal confirmed. Halo Seven Five requesting permission to dock,” announced the computer.
“Hawkings acknowledged. Docking permission granted,” he said.
The air lock pressure indicator pulsed from red through to amber, then settled to a steady green. Hawk hit the door control. There was a hiss as the air pressure balanced out between ship and shuttle, then the heavy interlocked doors slid open.
A tall, slim, but well-muscled man with long, raven hair and wearing a tight-fitting, one-piece, functional silver-gray uniform stepped forward. His face was a dangerously attractive mix of a firm, masculine jawline and high cheekbones. His mouth had soft, full, almost-feminine lips, and his perfect almond-shaped blue-gray eyes seemed to look into and through Hawk rather than at him. Hawk experienced a swirl of emotions as he took in the full picture of the Turacoenan—his feelings for L’Wren, his fear for her safety on a dangerous mission, his care and responsibility for the crew.
He found this man, this tall and, yes, beautiful man attractive in both an emotional and a very physical way. This man would understand him, would know how—and maybe even why—he felt those emotions. He would know. He would care. Hawk’s gaze lingered on that mouth, and, for a second, he wondered about kissing it.
It was a feeling he’d not experienced since…
That was a long time ago.
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