Deal Breaker (Heart of the Nebula Book 2)

Destiny declared I would be queen of a world I’d never known.

Have you ever fallen for four perfect guys only to find out they were aliens and, wait for it, newsflash, so are you? Yeah, me neither. At least until I did. Just when I decided I’d rather skip the ride to the stars for life on Earth, my best friend died in my arms and I went a little crazy.

I woke to darkness.

I used to think getting up to go to work every day and paying my bills was hard work, but nothing could have prepared me for the challenges ahead. While my heart had chosen Reese, Briggs, Goran, and Dalton, vengeance consumed my mind. Vengeance for my best friend, vengeance for the men I loved and vengeance for me—because I hadn’t wanted this fight.

Destiny said I’d be queen? Fine, then destiny can bite my enemies in the ass.

Trilogy Reading Order:

  • Queenmaker
  • Deal Breaker
  • Throne Taker (Coming Soon)

About the Authors:

Heather Long

USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. 

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family.

She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

Heather is best known for her 20-book paranormal romance series Wolves of Willow Bend, which begins:

Prequel: Wolf at Law
1: Wolf Bite
2: Caged Wolf
3: Wolf Claim
3.5: Wolf Next Door
4: Rogue Wolf
5: Bayou Wolf
6: Untamed Wolf

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Rebecca Royce

About The Author:

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework.

​I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

​I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

​I’d love to hear from you! Please visit my website at www.rebeccaroyce.com to sign up for my newsletter and learn about my books!

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Excerpt of Deal Breaker by Heather Long and Rebecca Royce:

The sense of danger, of knowing what I did next would forever alter my future? It was back.

And I was stuck in the dark.

Grace wouldn’t be able to rescue me this time. No one stood just outside the door, ready to swoop in and save me. Not Reese. Not Briggs. Not Goran. Not Dalton. Even the sense of them was gone. No, I was on my own.

If I wanted to be saved, I had to do it myself.

The trouble was I had no idea where I was or what happened. A rumble of an engine beneath me was a constant feeling, like I was on a boat, but I doubted it was a sea vessel. I was in a windowless room, and no one had come to see me. I was an alien, at least on Earth, and those who were out to get me wanted to deny me a throne I didn’t want or care to have. I rubbed my eyes. I was on a spaceship to somewhere.

Grace was dead. She wouldn’t be waiting outside the door. And my loves—all four of them—I didn’t know what had happened to them either. I had no memory from losing it in an explosion of energy to waking up in this darkness. My anger was the same—pulsing, all consuming—but the rest of my existence altered so completely, I doubted I’d recognize it even if I could see anything in this room.

I rose to my feet, pleased I could stand straight since the pitch-blackness made it impossible for me to tell where the ceiling was. As I had the first time I tried this, I raised a hand over my head and one out to the side. I’d found a wall and used that wall as my guide—not that it got me anywhere.

A grinding noise jerked me around. It was the first sound to penetrate the gloom beyond that of my own voice and ragged breaths. For the briefest of seconds, a blinding white light staggered me as a door opened, only to vanish again as it snapped closed. The darkness blazed around the dazzling burn to my retinas. Yet, in that brief second of illumination, I’d seen him.

Dalton.

My heart stuttered. Was that real? Had I imagined it? He’d had a finger to his lips, but then he was gone, swallowed by the darkness. But—wait, Dalton moved through the shadows so this would be nothing to him, right? Was he there? Really? I couldn’t feel him, not at all, in the link we had with each other.

Then warm arms slid around me, and I almost sobbed at the contact. But was it Dalton? I stiffened. What if this was a hallucination? Some figment of my imagination come to torment me? I swallowed the terror-soured anger, pushing my hands up between us to flatten against his chest. I wouldn’t give in.

“I can’t feel you.” If he was really here, if the man gripping me was my Dalton, I would have been able to feel him, right?

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