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Category: Romance/Science Fiction
Description: Shaylee Nyx is a fairy with unconventional ideals. When she spurns the advances of an undesirable suitor, she is exiled from her fairy realm. Cast out into an unforgiving universe filled with mortals and magical beings alike, she has to fight to survive. Prince Flynn Ap Owyn searches the known galaxies for ancient magical artifacts. There is only one prize he as left to claim--Shaylee. Rating: Spicy
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [394 KB]
Words: 91439
Reading time: 261-365 min.

Chapter One

The Caledonian Commonwealth

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Shaylee Nyx tapped her fingers restlessly on the antique walnut table. She looked around the smoke-filled pub. The establishment was a poor imitation of the pubs found on Earth.

She breathed in deeply, and felt the Caledonian smoke lodge in her throat. Many said the smoke was therapeutic and that it would add years to your life. She found it irritating and constricting on her air passages. Raucous laughter erupted in the room, followed by the familiar sounds of men and women playing a competitive game of pool. The sound of pool cues hitting balls mingled with the other sounds in the bar. Several men stood in front of holographic gaming tables, where they actually took part in the game, while others were hooked up to Virtual Reality Escapist Games. A select few sat at tables playing an old fashioned game of Poker in the secluded area of the club.

They came from all different walks of life, but unlike her, everyone gathered in the pub was devoid of magic. Mel'Vara was located in the Meloran solar system, and though it wasn't as large as its Prime Planet, Melor it was larger than some of the planets located in the Dru Morn Sector.

If her contact within the Caledonia Royal House didn't show up soon she'd get up and leave. She'd already been waiting for well over two hours. If he didn't show, it either meant he couldn't get away or his true identity had been exposed and he'd been dealt with.

Melor and the vast expanse of planets that made up the Dru Morn Sector were all a part of the Caledonian Commonwealth. The Dru Morn Sector was a wide expanse of space. It was a dangerous sector yet; the Caledonian's class and culture made it the sector to visit.

She sipped at the Meloran Tea and looked around the pub for anyone that could possibly be her contact.

"Captain Nyx?" She looked up. Her heart hammered in her chest. The man in front of her was obviously a native Caledonian for his sun-bronzed skin, dark violet eyes, and pitch-black hair made her at a loss for words for exactly two minutes.

"That would be me."

"Indeed. My contact's description of you didn't do you justice."

"Is that so?"

"That's so." He relaxed and looked at the chair in front of him. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Not at all. What do you have for me today? I must admit when they told me my old contact, Dryfus had gone into retirement I was quite shocked. He seemed to live for the job he did." He thought he was pulling the wool over her eyes. But she already knew who he was. He was a Prince of the Caledonian Commonwealth, and he was also a well renowned relic hunter. He sought out and usually found ancient magical artifacts. If he believed he was going to tag her as another coveted prize to add to his collection he was dead wrong. Coupled with the fact that he was somewhat of a black sheep in his royal family, and he added up to being one complicated yet, exceedingly interesting man.

He was also drop dead gorgeous. Her heart fluttered again. Steeling herself, she waited for his reply.

"Well, you know ... we all need to take time to see the solar systems and find our own sort of peace."

Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward. Something unidentifiable flickered in his eyes.

She looked around the room. Was someone following her? Her heart hammered in her chest; despite her rioting inner emotions she kept her facial features as placid as possible. It wouldn't be the first time, or the last that someone had placed a bounty on her head.

He leaned toward her--in a sudden swift movement, he'd grabbed a hold of her chin, pulling her toward him. Instinctively, she reached for her sidearm. Before he could blink, she had it drawn and pointed to the location directly over his groin.

He had to be wired wrong. No one would try to do to her what he'd just done. She was a fairy wielding unimaginable power and yet he touched her as if he had the right to do so. It galled her and yet, she also found it deeply attractive.

Suppressed fury shot through her. If she acted out on her anger right now, she'd most likely be looking at a mouse sitting on the chair rather than the fine specimen of man that gripped her chin.

"You should leave now. The bounty hunters are on your tail. You've pissed off the head of the Meloran Mob." His voice remained steady despite where she had her pistol trained.

Snorting, she studied his face. Why didn't he look just a little panicky? "It wouldn't be the first time I've pissed off Lord Ranulf. He's never gotten over the fact that I took off one of his balls. What can I say..." she curled her lips into a dazzling smile, "he got a little too close for my comfort level."