Amy Jones wants a lot of things. Chief among them: make the archaeological discovery of the century, ensure her brother's indiscretions disappear, and destroy her father and the Commission for which he stands. But she'd settle on the average day for a homemade chocolate muffin. Amy's spent the last decade skulking around the galaxy under false identities, chasing rumors of Empire-era ruins. The discovery of an intact research vessel hidden behind an asteroid promises to make her career and gain recognition for something other than being the daughter of the Secretary of Internal Affairs. But the excitement of recovering the ERV Waratah soon turns to horror. Amy and the crew of the salvage vessel she hired discover that the ship's entire crew is dead, killed by the accidental release of one of the diseases being studied on board. The Waratah is a tomb ship, floating through space. Worse, the ship was sealed under quarantine procedures over two hundred years earlier, preventing the dead from decomposing-except someone unsealed the ship weeks before Amy's team arrived. And the disease that killed the crew has gone missing. When people on outlying planets start coming down sick, Amy realizes someone deliberately released an extinct disease to eradicate undesirable populations. And she's pretty sure she knows who.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)