When a five-thousand-year-old woman is discovered in hibernation, no one, especially the cool, calm and collected Captain Alsandair Amirov, had any idea the trouble she was going to bring once she was revived.
Emotional turmoil, a womanizing treasure hunter, the rise of a predator and, oh yes, trouble in the form of a reptilian race out to kill her…
Captain Amirov was in her face, his steely gaze boring right through her as he grabbed her hands and pinned them down onto the armrests. “You are too excitable.”
“Too excitable?” Molly yelled. “I’ll give you excitable!”
Give the man credit, he was fast. Her up thrust leg collided with his as he twisted quickly to the side. The manacles snapped shut over her wrists and her ankles were forced into place.
Captain Amirov continued to lean over her, his hands resting on her arms as he gazed down at her, little sparks of anger shooting through the deceptively calm eyes. “I’m starting to think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
“Oh yeah?” She snarled. “You have no idea!” Good God, was that actually a startled blink he gave? Molly leaned forward until they were nose to nose. “You better mind your nuts, Amirov, because when I get free, I’m going to rip them off and feed them to you!” she said viciously. “One nut at a time, just to stretch out the pleasure for me.”