Honour

By Viola Grace

Honour is a horticulturist who has been blackmailed into handing herself over to Raiders. She had no idea that they were trading her for cold, hard cash. Trapped on a strange world, being groomed for a male she had yet to meet, Honour had to admit that even the alien races of the Nyal Imperium had begun to feel like home.

The host lives to serve the forest of Yalki and all the worlds in the Yalki system. He is out to choose a bride that not only matches his personal frequencies, but also compliments his personality. It is a search that he is willing to put a lot of attention into, especially when his chosen finds ways to avoid him on the dream plane. That is the kind of woman he is looking for, intelligent and sneaky. He might be in love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Feb 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781771117531

Viola Grace

Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

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Blackmail, the host of a world’s forests and a woman who knows how to keep her word all challenge the definitions of honour.

Honour is a horticulturist who has been blackmailed into handing herself over to Raiders. She had no idea that they were trading her for cold, hard cash. Trapped on a strange world, being groomed for a male she had yet to meet, Honour had to admit that even the alien races of the Nyal Imperium had begun to feel like home.

The host lives to serve the forest of Yalki and all the worlds in the Yalki system. He is out to choose a bride that not only matches his personal frequencies, but also compliments his personality. It is a search that he is willing to put a lot of attention into, especially when his chosen finds ways to avoid him on the dream plane. That is the kind of woman he is looking for, intelligent and sneaky. He might be in love.

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Honour

Copyright © 2013 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-77111-753-1

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Honour

A Terran Times Tale

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

Honour Coyle hid behind a hill and tried to imagine them not spotting her through their myriad scanning devices.

The entire research base had been emptied, and she was the only one left at large. She heard the search ships getting close to her hiding place when she heard the offer.

Terran, Honour Coyle. If you surrender yourself, the entire base will be released. If you agree to promise to remain where we put you, they will go free and remain so. Break your word and they will die.

Honour wasn’t sure she was hearing what she thought she was. She looked up, and the skimmer was staring her in the face. What do you mean?

There has been a request for a Terran, and we will gain much by delivering one whole and there of their own free will. No other species will do.

Honour blinked and narrowed her eyes. Why not?

Men were rushing in to grab her arms. They hauled her carefully to her feet. The leader of the attackers leaned in and grinned, Because he has all the races that he wants in his harem. A Terran was all that he was missing to complete his collection.

As they started to haul her off, she closed her eyes.

Damn it.

This was not how she had planned to end her vacation.

They put her in a cushioned tube and knocked her out. It must have been the easiest way to deal with her. As darkness swelled around her, she knew that when she woke, she wanted some answers.

Nausea was the only thing that sprang to mind when they released her from the tube. The gas that they had used didn’t mesh with her biology.

A hand produced a cup of water. Drink.

She grabbed the cup with shaking hands and tried to get the liquid down. It reversed direction as if her stomach had bounced it. Honour hung over the side of the tube and lost the only thing she had consumed since she had been at the base.

Hands lifted her from the tube, and she was put on a floating gurney. She looked up at her captors, and four very heavily armed men in some kind of royal livery had replaced the grubby Raiders.

They didn’t speak; they simply pushed her gurney along through some very thick gates and down a hall. Honour wasn’t up to much analysis; her body was twisted with cramps.

The guards brought the gurney into a room with the unmistakable tang of a medical facility.

A voice spoke to her in soft tones. They tried to give you water?

She turned and looked at the man who wore the standard medical tunic over his trousers and a mask over his features.

How did you guess? She clenched again as another cramp twisted her.

"Your species specs indicated that they should keep you awake instead of gassing you. When they arrived, they notified us of