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Planet X

ISBN # 1-4199-0550-3

Edited by Shannon Combs.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: March 2006

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P LANET X

Evangeline Anderson

Dedication

This book is dedicated with love and gratitude to Treasure. Thanks for always

being there to cheer me on and for being my constant reader.

Planet X

Chapter One

“No, no, Krisa! Come away at once .”

“But who is he? What is he?”

Krisa Elyison stared with fascination at the huge, blindfolded man who was

chained in the metal-lined hold of the Star Princess . He was the biggest man she had

ever seen, and it wasn’t just that he was tall, which was obvious even though he was

sitting on a narrow metal bench. He was massive as well.

The prisoner had a broad chest and thick arms roped with muscle that led down to

a narrow waist and powerful thighs spread wide in a lazy slouch. Spiky, bluish-black

hair was buzzed close to his scalp and his skin was a dusky, exotic tan that Krisa had

never seen before. Everyone on her home planet was quite pale, owing to the

configuration of their sun. There was a coiled tension in his muscular form that

reminded her of a wild animal in repose.

“Krisa, come away.”

“But what’s he doing here, Percy?” Krisa turned to the small, nervous man behind

her, one delicate eyebrow arched in question. The Star Princess was a light tonnage

merchant-class cruise ship that carried an equal amount of cargo and passengers, but

Krisa couldn’t remember anything in the glossy holo-brochure about it doubling as a

prison transport.

“That’s none of your concern, my dear. Now if you’ve got your luggage settled,

then we need to go back to the blast couches and prepare for liftoff.” Percy gave her the

small, tight grimace that passed for his frown.

Percy DeCampeaux was her chaperone, sent to accompany her from her home

planet of Capellia to Lynix Prime. Krisa had never met a more nervous and prissy

person, despite the fact that a genetic variation in the Capellian population ensured that

two-thirds of its inhabitants were female.

Ignoring her chaperone’s orders, Krisa took a step closer to the bound and

blindfolded man. She was supposed to be stowing her pale pink carryall cube in the

hold and preparing for liftoff, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the massive figure

chained to the dull silver wall of the hold. There was something fascinating about him,

a masculinity so intense it was nearly primal. She patted the thick roll of hair at the back

of her neck nervously, making sure all her chocolate-brown curls were securely in place,

though the prisoner couldn’t possibly see her through the thick black blindfold he wore.

“Krisa,” Percy said, in that high, nasal voice she found so annoying. Krisa glanced

over her shoulder and saw that he was standing well back from the bound man,

fiddling with his monogrammed luggage nervously.

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