Enmeshed in a universe that wants to use her, a rare alien/human hybrid must find her way through political intrigue, lust, violence and ambition to discover who and what she is.
Chesara's extraordinary ability means she is coddled, pampered and in high demand from the wealthy of the Universe as she can heal illnesses and injuries far beyond the skills of medical science. Being pursued for herself, rather than her ability is a new experience, and one that thrills her to the core. Unfortunately things that seem too good to be true, usually are.
Escaping from the clutches of a sadistic torturer is only the start of a terrifying ordeal for human/dakaran hybrid Chesara. Hunted through the wilds of Kalzir and the depths of her own mind, hard truths about her own abilities and the people she has always trusted become overwhelming.
Watching the woman he loves, locked within herself is heart-breaking for Connor, particularly he is as responsible for exploiting her as the rest of humanity. Releasing her from slavery would be turning his back on his entire way of life. Resigned to becoming merely her captor again, the return of a man from the grave sparks hope for all of them.
FLIGHT. HYBRID #3
Everyone wants a piece of the dakaran/human hybrid Chesara, from her two human mates to the entire Human Federation. The simple task of staying under the radar of the authorities proves to be more complicated than the fugitives could imagine. Especially with the additions of a feisty nut-cracking human girl, and a ship wrecked dakaran male to her admirers.
Maybe three’s company but five may well prove to be much of a crowd.
FIGHT. HYBRID #4
Rescue the girl and sail off into the sunset was a fairly easy checklist as far as Tenset and Connor were concerned. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done it before. The problem was, this time the ‘baddy’ knew they were coming, and it was more than possible that Chesara might just want to stay with a member of her own species rather than them. They also hadn’t considered the amount of trouble one feisty little red-haired girl could cause with a single kick to the wrong groin.
SILKASH. HYBRID #5
The tough, good-time girl persona Silk had developed to protect herself from the people who had tried and often succeeded to make her life unpleasant was serving her fairly well on the tropical paradise Island of Teora. A warm, comfortable place to sleep and people to flirt with and entertain was her life’s ambition, the occasional lie or thirty to achieve that wasn’t a problem.
The web of lies she had hidden behind for months starts to unravel as the important people, the ones that mattered in the universe left her without even bothering to say goodbye.
GLADIATRIX. HYBRID #6
Kill or be killed is the only thing that matters to Azrica, the red-eyed ‘devil’ who scared the human slaves almost as much as the lizards she fought against. The garian philosophy that only the best of their young, the strongest, the most cunning and intelligent should survive to adulthood played right into her hands. Azrica’s philosophy was simpler, killing as many lizards as possible before her inevitable ‘unlucky’ day.
The only fly in her simple life was the stud male, Hal. Bred to fight and reproduce, he did both frequently and damn well as he made his way up the slave hierarchy.
CHIMERA. HYBRID #7
Dagus recognised the red-eyed woman as dakaran the moment she walked into the slave pens on Garia where he was about to be sold. What was even more surprising was that she had a voice in her head that told her that Chesara’s was her sister.
However, this was a very different animal to the kind and caring woman he owed a life debt. This sister was the top dog in an environment where only cold, calculating killers survived. Unfortunately she was also his only possible way off Garia, if he could persuade her that he was worth keeping alive.
REUNITED. HYBRID #8
Back at the helm of a starship, Dagus only had to keep this ragtag band alive until Tenset, Connor and Chesara galloped to the rescue. It all sounded remarkably simple, without certain complications.
His mate group remained the property of a garian who didn't need all of them. All the lizard had to do was touch her cuff to turn one of them into an instant snack. Imminent death didn’t bother Hal who killed without thought and behaved like a teenager. Azrica was being slowly driven mad by her unwanted passenger.
Being hunted by the Garian Empire, the Federation and outlaws paled in comparison to forging this group into a working unit.