Concord Series by Elizabeth Lowell

An Elizabeth Lowell classic. First time in eBook.Rheba, Kirtn, and a ship full of newly-freed slaves have escaped from the perverse civilization of Loo. Getting away from there took almost as much luck as surviving the destruction of their home planet in a fiery supernova. Determined to take these ex-slaves to their homes, scattered across the Concord, the ship makes its first stop on the planet Daemen... moreAn Elizabeth Lowell classic. First time in eBook.Rheba, Kirtn, and a ship full of newly-freed slaves have escaped from the perverse civilization of Loo. Getting away from there took almost as much luck as surviving the destruction of their home planet in a fiery supernova. Determined to take these ex-slaves to their homes, scattered across the Concord, the ship makes its first stop on the planet Daemen. Lost at the edge of the galaxy, Daemen is a planet that lives and dies on the concept of luck itself. Once rich and boundless, Daemen and its people languish, forgotten.Returning the man named for the planet to his home becomes the first stop for the ship and its crew. What they find there may make it their last. Not only because of the relics of an ancient civilization sleeping beneath the planet’s surface, but those aboveground who are determined to keep it hidden and sleeping. less

FORBIDDEN UNIONSharai’s eyes opened, violet and silver in an equal and in¬credible mixture. She was not surprised to find Kane holding her in his arms. She had dreamed this before, had experienced this instant as surely as she knew her own heartbeat, her own rippling timeshadow. You feel like my dreams of you. Hot. Pow¬erful. Perfect... moreFORBIDDEN UNIONSharai’s eyes opened, violet and silver in an equal and in¬credible mixture. She was not surprised to find Kane holding her in his arms. She had dreamed this before, had experienced this instant as surely as she knew her own heartbeat, her own rippling timeshadow. You feel like my dreams of you. Hot. Pow¬erful. Perfect. Do you taste like my dreams, too?Her thought caressed Kane as surely as her translucent silver hair combing through his living timeshadow and her hands threading deeply into his black hair. Slowly he lowered his head until his lips could brush over hers. He meant it to be for only an instant, a glancing caress. But the instant passed and he was still touching her. Timeshadows overlapped hesitantly, then with greater certainty, twining sweetly as each color sought its com¬plement. Reality expanded in a silent sentient explosion. Then she was tasting him and he was tasting her, their mouths joined in a wild pleasure.The knowledge of what they were doing battled against their mutual need. The torrential, tantalizing rightness of each com¬pleting the other was a siren call that became more irresistible with each sweet instant. less