Love in The Time of Wormholes
by Jess K. Hardy
Genre: Sci-fi/Space Romance/Second Chance Romance/Office Romance
Publisher: City Owl Press: Mystic Owl (September 9, 2021)
Publication Date: September 9, 2021
Print Length: 240 pages
On this deep space pleasure cruise, love is in the recycled air.
Sunastara Jeka is passionate about two things: (1) meeting the needs of the varied species who holiday aboard her interstellar pleasure cruise during the day, and (2) avoiding attachments when the occasional guest meets her needs at night.
Sunny’s life is simple, straightforward, and safe until a former one-night stand becomes her newest crew member.
Freddie has never forgotten that night with Sunny. He’s ecstatic to see her again, until she tells him she never dates her coworkers. Determined not to lose this confident, sexy, hysterical woman again, Freddie bides his time, pursuing a purely professional relationship with Sunny when they’re on the clock, while he slowly charms her senseless after hours.
As Sunny breaks her own rules about workplace romance, her tragic past and a heartbreaking betrayal thrust her orderly life into chaos.
When a hostile species holidays aboard the ship, endangering VIP guests and even the known universe, Sunny and Freddie must decide. Will they let the gravity of their pasts keep them apart, or risk it all for love and fight for their future together?
Content Warning: Prior to the events of this book, the main character lost a child. She continues to process this loss throughout this story.
Freddie’s eyes, on the other hand, darted everywhere, his pupils blown, his mouth open in an awed expression. “It’s all so beautiful. So…beautiful. I love every single person in this room. I feel like I know them, like I’ve always known them. Ever since I was a tiny baby, maybe even before then, when I was only stardust, I knew them. And I loved them.”
Trying not to laugh, Sunny held her hand up in front of his face so he could touch it. His fingers ran over the lines of her palm, up and down the peaks and valleys of her fingers. She remembered enjoying this sort of thing when she’d been in his condition.
His fingers slid in between hers, grasping and drawing her to him. “Dance with me.”
She straightened his mask and placed her hand onto his shoulder.
“You are breathtaking, Sunny,” he told her. “And so considerate and funny and brilliant. I think we were meant to meet. There is a gravity between us.” He pulled her flush against him. “Can you feel it?”
She knew he was rolling, but she found his sincerity difficult to ignore. She could feel it, this force drawing her to him. What was more, she was beginning to realize that she was powerless against it. Because here, in this crowded ballroom, against every single one of her better judgments, she closed her eyes, and she let him kiss her. Not only that, she kissed him back, slipping her fingers into his hair as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
This was bliss, right now, enveloped so completely in his arms. No pharmaceutical enhancement was required. This was true bliss.
About the author:
Speculative and contemporary romance writer of The Bench (Evernight Publishing), Missing Charlie (Black Rose Writing), and the forthcoming Love in the Time of Wormholes scifi-romcom from City Owl press.
Find her on social media or on her website at: https://jesskhardy.com/
Represented by Kim Lionetti at BookEnds Literary Agency.
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