Star Knight Errant: Thrust by A.K. Shelley
Publication date: August 26th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
When Martian Air Science Engineer Cass Hedley takes a dare to use her new Artificial Intelligence system for a night of erotic release, there's only one man she can imagine spending time with--the legendary comic book hero Star Knight Errant. She imagines strong hands, hard abs, and bubble baths, but her black market AI has another idea--an illegal fight club that will only end in her sexy companion's death... or hers.
When Evender Mor transports to an unknown desert planet, his mission changes. Instead of brokering a peace deal, he'll figure out what backwater he's landed on and enjoy a well-earned weekend off with a gorgeous scientist. But when things get hotter than a supernova between them, he discovers he only has eighteen hours to stop an AI bent on murder, convince Cass he's more than fiction, and find a way to cross the gulf between galaxies to bring her home.
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"Is that your name--Cassandra?" A velvety male voice echoed across the great room.
Cass's stomach fell. She turned.
Star Knight Errant leaned back against a doorframe with his arms crossed and one knee kicked up. Not the actor who played him in the movies, but one appearing closer to the comic book hero--crackled mahogany leather pants, soft gray cotton tee, and muscles from his shoulders all the way down. His steady green eyes looked right into her deepest thoughts. Heat flooded her face. He lifted an eyebrow, his gaze falling to her only-at-home-alone ensemble--a threadbare but-too-comfy-to-throw-away tank top, sans bra, and too-short-for-public shorts.
"It's just Cass." She inched spare fabric down her thigh, bit her lip, and tasted mud. Oh, Gods. She glanced at her brick-red arms. She'd forgotten about the mask.
Star Knight strode over to her, crossing the great room in shockingly few steps. Holy Sol, he looked so real. It was amazing what the cloning machines could do--create flesh and bone without a hint o the android brain within. This replicant was the most stunning, gorgeous man she'd ever seen. She forced herself to remember to breathe.
"I'm Evan."
"I know." Tongue dry and breath gone, the words barely escaped her mouth. She swallowed. More precisely, this was Evander Mor of Exeter, a fictional planet created by comic-book visionary Mark Hopewell.
Evan smiled, more than a little swagger in his step. He looked around the room. "You're a vision, darling, but I'm afraid this isn't Station Alpha, where I intended to turn up." He squinted out the window to the exemplary view of the red planet beyond. "Where... is this?"
Cass lost all words. Star Knight Errant in the flesh stood close enough to touch her. His spice and musk pulled her like a neutron star.
Cass's stomach fell. She turned.
Star Knight Errant leaned back against a doorframe with his arms crossed and one knee kicked up. Not the actor who played him in the movies, but one appearing closer to the comic book hero--crackled mahogany leather pants, soft gray cotton tee, and muscles from his shoulders all the way down. His steady green eyes looked right into her deepest thoughts. Heat flooded her face. He lifted an eyebrow, his gaze falling to her only-at-home-alone ensemble--a threadbare but-too-comfy-to-throw-away tank top, sans bra, and too-short-for-public shorts.
"It's just Cass." She inched spare fabric down her thigh, bit her lip, and tasted mud. Oh, Gods. She glanced at her brick-red arms. She'd forgotten about the mask.
Star Knight strode over to her, crossing the great room in shockingly few steps. Holy Sol, he looked so real. It was amazing what the cloning machines could do--create flesh and bone without a hint o the android brain within. This replicant was the most stunning, gorgeous man she'd ever seen. She forced herself to remember to breathe.
"I'm Evan."
"I know." Tongue dry and breath gone, the words barely escaped her mouth. She swallowed. More precisely, this was Evander Mor of Exeter, a fictional planet created by comic-book visionary Mark Hopewell.
Evan smiled, more than a little swagger in his step. He looked around the room. "You're a vision, darling, but I'm afraid this isn't Station Alpha, where I intended to turn up." He squinted out the window to the exemplary view of the red planet beyond. "Where... is this?"
Cass lost all words. Star Knight Errant in the flesh stood close enough to touch her. His spice and musk pulled her like a neutron star.
About the Author:
Prior to "following her weird" into passionate affairs off-world, A.K. Shelley wrote fantasy under the pseudonym Angela Shelley. She's worked as a technical writer, publications manager, graphic designer, biologist, and Buddhist nun. Born and raised under the starry skies of Canada, these days she lives with her husband and kids in Southern California. A.K.'s first book, Star Knight Errant: Thrust, is expected August 26, 2019 through The Wild Rose Press.
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