Dating Outside Your DNA

Set Phasers To Sizzle...

Special agent Roan Hendrix is a straight shooter with weapons and women, so he doesn't appreciate it when his boss throws him a curve. But what a curve. A half-human, half-Nerakian who needs a one-on-one crash course in how best to channel her powers. And while Roan's usually a master at separating business from pleasure, one glance into Lyraka's green eyes is enough to spark scorching fantasies of seriously close encounters with the tall, tanned temptress...

Lyraka's trying not to mind the way Mister Macho Special Agent keeps barking orders, but it's impossible to ignore Roan's rough-and-ready appeal. The sensitive ponytail guys Lyraka grew up with didn't have a clue how to handle her outsized sex drive, but Roan looks like he'd be up to the task in every way. Better still, he never got the memo that Lyraka's human side makes her—ahem—"special talents" even greater than the average Nerakian's....

Roan’s gaze slowly roamed over Lyraka in a way that made her body go from hot to hotter. He really, really shouldn’t look at her like that.

“That’s my job from now on,” Roan said. “Joe said your...abilities were different. That you needed more control and discipline.”

“My abilities?”

“Joe told me your skills weren’t the same as other Nerakians.” His gaze moved over her again. “I can’t see where you could be a national threat or anything. Most pure bred Nerakians don’t have much power, if you ask me.”

So Mr. Beacon hadn’t mentioned that instead of lessening her abilities because she was half earthling, her skills were greater than anyone could imagine. It would be interesting to see his reaction.

She sauntered closer to him. “I think it goes deeper than you not wanting to be stuck training me. You really don’t like me very much do you?”

His gaze dropped to her lips and she could almost feel the warmth of his brushing across hers, but then he frowned again. He did that a lot.

“I don’t have any feelings for you one way or another, lady.”

She could actually accept him not liking her. She wasn’t that crazy about him—only his body. It was time she got a little even, though.

“He was right you know,” she told him.

“Who was right?”

“Mr. Beacon. My abilities are different.”

“Whatever. I’ll check the upstairs. Don’t come up until I give the all clear.”

“I don’t take orders well.”

“It’s time you learned.” He walked to the steps, stopping halfway, and looking back at her. “I’m the boss while you’re here.” He turned and continued up the stairs.

Roan felt a brush of air and looked over his shoulder, his hand automatically reaching inside his jacket, resting on his gun, but the breeze hadn’t come from an opened door. He turned back around and saw Lyraka at the top of the stairs. His gaze jerked back to where she’d been standing, then back to the top of the stairs.

“Like I said,” Lyraka began, “I don’t take orders very well.” She sauntered toward her room.

How the hell had she made it past him! No one could move that fast. No one!

Crap! He should’ve made Joe explain more about Lyraka. Roan had assumed she’d be like all the others. He ran a hand through his hair. He had a feeling this assignment had just gotten a whole lot harder.