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EXCERPT

 After two days of lying in the sun, Astra Wyld needed to satisfy an itch before returning to duty. So far the men she’d met were too young, too short or so full of bullshit she couldn’t tolerate them for an hour much less a night.

She didn’t mind if a guy didn’t match her six feet, one inch height, but she detested the little fucks that acted as though they were doing her a favor by climbing in the sack.

On her way to back to her room after dinner Astra spotted her dream man walking through the entrance. He removed his wrap-around sunglasses and hooked them in the neckline of his tee shirt. His confident stride ate up the tiled floor, and his ice blue eyes swept the lobby then slid over her as he strode past.

Nice butt.

A good five inches taller than she, the new arrival had long blond hair, an amazing set of shoulders and skin so pale it bordered on white. That skin hadn’t seen direct sun in some time and was long overdue for a few days on Solar 6. Although his clothes were official issue, he wore the tee shirt, cargo pants and boots with the ease of a man who’d seen action.

Cop, soldier or merc. Astra liked a man of action and few words.

Taking a seat in the lobby she picked up a brochure and pretended to read. A few minutes later the hunk walked out the side door. She followed him down the walkway leading to the cottages lining the beach. When she reached her cottage Astra debated whether to continue down the path after him.

When he entered the cottage next door to hers, Astra knew the sex gods had spoken.