"4 1/2 Flags!...A powerful book. Adrianna Dane's creativity shines in this book. There are many unique concepts introduced throughout the text. Jarek's ultimate sacrifice that he's kept from Kierra is heart-breaking in its intensity, which makes his love for her all the more beautiful...When the tables are turned and Kierra must try to save Jarek,[the story] catapults from powerful and intense to potent and commanding...While it is not for the faint of heart, I strongly ecnourage everyone to read this book."--Kerin, Euro-Reviews
"5 Hearts!...Adrianna Dane has a special gift with science fiction and renders the worlds she creates as totally believable...The plot is also fast-paced, and maintains the suspense throughout...Worth reading, both by fans of futuristic and scifi genres, but also for readers who just love intriguing stories with excellent characters to captivate our imagination."--Annie, The Romance Studio
…The colors of his essence soothed her, stroked through her mind, settled her within a cocoon of pleasure. She caressed his chest, swirled her thumbs over tight, hard nipples, liked the feeling and felt an answering response in her physical body. Swirling fire entered her stomach and veered downward. Her shax released what seemed to be a liquid fire of pure need, and her radiance shimmered brightly. Her breath quickened.
“I want to seal with you, Jarek.”
“Not yet, na nivia. You’ve only just begun to heal. I would do nothing to cause you pain. We will go slowly.”
All these years he’d been so patient with her. Yet he’d always had faith her spirit and her body would mend.
She felt the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. “I love you, Jarek.” She saw his fingers clench as they rested against his thighs.
“Touch me, Jarek. We can move slowly, but I need you to touch me.”
He raised a hand and placed it lightly over one of hers. She felt a tingle, like an ache, but not quite the same, more a throb of acknowledgment. The sensation was one of excited awareness, the shade of pain was consumed by the pleasure.
“Jarek,” she whispered.
Carefully, he rested his other hand over hers. “I have waited for this moment, dreamed of it.”
The air around them was scented with arousal, hers as well as his, an awareness of need. They sat like that for long moments, as he entered her mind and guided her to sanctuary—a place of safety where his colors would slide through her, pleasuring her in the ways of a Serdionese mindwanderer. Slender shafts stroked her, eased her, teased her, until wave after wave of his passion colors consumed her…