INSATIABLE is set in my Federation world and it’s Daniel’s story. We meet Daniel in Relentless, he’s Abbie’s brother. INSATIABLE is the first in a mini-series called Phantom Corps, the name of the team of operatives Daniel has been part of since he was plucked out of lock up by Wilhelm Ellis (in charge of all branches of the Federation military corps). War is coming and tensions are heightened.
Desire is the most dangerous sensation of all.
With tensions between the Federation and Imperial â€˜Verses rising, one woman may hold the key to victory. The dangerous mission to smuggle her out of Imperial Territory falls to Daniel Haws and his team, the ultra secret Phantom Corps. This elite squad of the Federation Military is the only one trusted and skilled enough to remove her from under the watchful eye of her father, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial â€˜Verses.
Carina is used to wearing a mask. Her father and his men think her little more than a pretty prize to be won by a man more ruthless than the rest. When he announces his intention to marry her to one of his henchmen, a man known for his cruelty, Carina knows she has to move as soon as possible to get out. But getting secret information to the Federation has served her well for years and she appeals to them for help.
She expected rescue from a man who’d been her enemy. But she wasn’t prepared for just how intense her attraction to Daniel Haws would be. Born as adversaries into different ranks, and on the run for their lives, they now need each other to surviveâ€“by holding on to the only thing they have in common: a growing desire that is dangerous, irresistible, and insatiable…
PHANTOM CORPS: INSATIABLE by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2010, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Group
Releasing July 6!
Despite the summons she’d received from her father, Carina stared out the windows of her bedroom, looking down the long, steep line of the rampart and into the courtyard below. The late afternoon suns sent warmth over her face, even through the darkened glass. A warmth she didn’t feel inside. Inside she was cold. Always cold, alert, scheming, listening and keeping her mask firmly in place. The penalty for slipping was something she kept close to her heart every moment of every day.
Not many people were outside at this point of the day. The heat drove them into the shade of the arches and into the buildings. They’d congregate in the cafes and taverns until the first sunset and the heat wore away. The local taverns were raucous, filled with noise and laughter and the sharp scent of the spices used for the mulled wine. She’d always wanted to spend some time in one, but the best she got was observing from across a square or through the plasglass.
Over the years, she’d observed life far more often than she’d lived it. Observing was her one guilty pleasure.
A muted sort of yearning stole over her, as it always did, as she continued to stare at the scene below, wondering how they felt, if any of them felt normal or whole.
What she wanted so much was the space in her life when she didn’t have to pretend. Exhaustion at keeping up a false identity every waking moment had taken over her life in ways she hated, but couldn’t seem to stop. She searched her memories and realized she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t constantly fear for her life.
She exhaled hard. It did no good to be morose and she didn’t have the luxury of it anyway. Feeling sorry for yourself never made a difference, it never made anything better. In truth, her life was far better than most, she needed to remember that.
Taking a deep breath, she sipped a glass of juice and continued to watch the scene below and mull over the changes. Earlier she’d been out, returning from the room where she taught sums to some of the local children. She stopped at a stall, one of her favorites where the couple brought in freshly farmed gourds and purri fruit. Today though, it had been bread. Her farmer couple had been gone and they all pretended not to notice the difference. That she went along with it had slashed through her heart. Every time something like that happened and no one spoke of it, it eroded their society even more. She was just as guilty as anyone else and it stuck to her like filth she could not rinse away.
Something inside her was broken. The fissures had widened and she wondered what it might be like to feel whole, tried to remember if she ever had and failed.