WindVerse, Book One.
On
the day Davan Shanahan was assigned as doctor to the military pleasure
ship, she was having a bad hair day, which was actually an
understatement. Her hair looked as though she'd placed her hand on an
antique generator. Every dark auburn hair on her head was standing on
end.
When Cair Ghrian met Davan, he was coming off one major
drunkfest. Known far and wide as The Black Sun, the scythelord of
Amhantar was a prince of the royal house, an infamous Deathwielder and a
force to be reckoned with…especially when riled. Hating his assignment
as the captain of what everyone in the universe called a flying
cathouse, Cair's first words to Davan were, "By the Goddess, couldn't
you even be bothered to comb that frizzy mess before reporting to me,
woman?"
Right from the start, Davan and Cair pushed each other's
buttons. She loathed his arrogance and dominating personality. He looked
upon her as a nuisance and happily joined the rest of the crew in
playing tricks on the new doctor. Thrown together, they would rub each
other the wrong way until the rubbing got hot, steamy and incredibly
intense.
Steampunk
