Thursday, April 6, 2017

*~Blog Tour: Rescued by the Space Pirate: Part One~*

Rescued by the Space Pirate

by Nina Croft Ruby Robbins Sexy Space Odyssey #1 
Publication Date: April 3, 2017Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Serial, Erotic, Sci-Fi, Romance



A few days ago, in a galaxy right here…
The earth faces total annihilation and one young woman signs up for a mission to rescue humanity. Only she ends up getting rescued herself, by a gorgeous space pirate. And the sex is out of this world! 
Hopeless romantic, Ruby Robbins spends her days as an accounts clerk, and her nights with her head in the stars, dreaming of space adventures in the arms of an alien…or two. Then one day, she’s approached to help her country by going undercover…in space! She jumps at the chance and before she knows it, she finds herself in the cargo hold of an alien slaver ship. 
Space pirate, Killian Sharpe owes a lot of money to some very bad people. So when an anonymous employer offers him a tidy sum to extract one Ruby Robbins from a slaver ship, it sounds like easy money.  But once he sets eyes on Ruby, he knows he’s in over his head. Not only is she breathtakingly beautiful—she refuses to be saved.  
Luckily Killian hasn’t met a woman yet who could hold out against him for long….
Stolen by the Space Pirate, Part Two: April 10 Saving the Space Pirate, Part Three: April 17


It was very quiet in there.
Nothing. I called again.
“I can’t get it off.”
What was she talking about? But her voice sounded panicked. I’d been going to give her some alone time. She’d looked as if she might be about to faint or have hysterics, neither of which I felt qualified to cope with.
Now I hurried across. She’d taken off my coat and was standing naked in the middle of the room, tugging at the collar around her neck. For long seconds, I just stared. Even stinky and dirty, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I managed to raise my gaze to her face. She had her fingers in the collar at her neck and she was pulling at it, obviously desperate to get the thing off.
“Hey,” I said, trying to make my voice soothing. “What is it? Does it hurt?”
Her huge blue eyes were awash with tears. “I can’t get it off. I need to get it off and it won’t open. Please help me.” She ended on a sob.
For a moment, my feet refused to move. Hell, what did I know about weeping women? Nothing. Another sob. I had to do something. I took a deep breath and stepped closer, so close the stink of sweat and worse things filled my nostrils. Slowly reaching out a hand, I wrapped my fingers around hers and tugged them away from the collar. “It needs special tools, Ruby. I’ll get it off for you later.” But I could do one thing. I picked up the chain and unhooked it from the collar, dropped it to the floor. “Better?”
She nodded slowly. “Thank you.” Swallowing, she glanced around the room. “I need a shower but I don’t know how anything works. And I smell and…”
Rescuing damsels in distress was clearly harder than I’d anticipated. Wasn’t she supposed to be happy?
Tears streaked her face, making lines through the grime, and she rubbed a hand over her nose. “I smell.” It was almost a wail. I didn’t tell her I’d smelled worse. Hell, I’d fucked things that smelled worse. Where I’d grown up, cleanliness wasn’t a virtue or an option and sex had often been available. If you weren’t too fussy—the girls who evaded the brothels were usually not the prettiest.
“We’ll soon have you clean.”
“But I don’t know how it works.”
“I’ll show you.” I stiffened my backbone. I just had to man up and do what had to be done. But I wasn’t getting my weapons wet. I unbuckled the holster at my waist and tossed it into the sleeping room. For that matter I didn’t want to get my clothes wet either. At the same time, I didn’t want to freak her out.
Then again, this was no time to be shy. I tugged my T-shirt off and felt her attention shift from the shower to me. 
“What are you doing?” she asked.


Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain. Nina’s writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.


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