Tian's Hero by Cherie Noel
Book One of The Akanti Series
Sci-fi/Space Opera/M-M Romance
Book blurb: A spy posing as an assassin, a fiercely passionate healer, and a sweet, innocently sexy chef collide explosively onboard a slave-running pirate ship. Fed false information and light-years from help, a mentally unstable spy must discover a way through an ever shifting maze of deception to become Tian’s Hero.
Lewell’yn finds himself riding the ragged edge of sanity during his latest mission; a frantic search for fabled lost colonists who fled his home planet steps ahead of a devastating plague. The possibly mythical pre-plague migrants hold the only key to survival for his entire race.
His situation would be difficult enough without receiving deliberately false information, and now he’s light-years from reliable help and saddled with two huge complications: a fiercely passionate healer, and a sweet, innocently sexy chef.
The bombs are in place. The detonators are set. The chrono is ticking. Caught between two men desperate to escape the clutches of pirates and an insidious, hidden enemy, can Lewell’yn find a path to become Tian’s Hero?
Author Bio with links:
I'm Cherie Noel... and this is me back when I was in the Army.
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker…ummm, eww, every chance I get, and I surely would if these damn characters would ever shut up. Born in West Palm Beach, Florida and raised…er, is all over the damn place a sufficiently descriptive term? No? Then how about this? Tinker, tailor, Indian chief…Ooooh, especially when smexy men are involved (!), only under duress, and did the cheek-bones give it away?
Seriously? I’ve lived in Washington D.C., Virginia, Upper Michigan, Texas, New York, California, and Alabama in the United States; Hessen in Germany, London in England, Masirah Island in Oman and…sometimes it was in a house, sometimes in a tent, and sometimes anyplace I could find to lay my head.
I’ve been in love with words since before I drew breath, and I don’t see that ever changing. I write stories. Sometimes I write music with them, sometimes they’re poems, and lately, to my great delight, M/M erotic romance. Yum. Smexy man to the second…or third power…now that’s the kinda math I can get behind!!
The hair curls or frizzes as it will, the eyes are green and tend to look in two different directions—no, really—and the rest is subject to change. You know the guy who didn’t know if he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man or a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Yeah, that’s me, but substitute drag queen for butterfly and wacky, wild ex-Army chick for man.
Twitter: @authornoel https://twitter.com/#!/authornoel