Hazardous Materials

Some hazardous materials may cause dizziness, euphoria, and uncontrollable desire

ZOLA: I came to document safety violations—not get biochemically bonded to the galaxy’s most accident-prone courier. But Crash Maxone doesn’t match his file. His reflexes are lethal. His survival rate is impossible. And every piece of my equipment panics when he’s nearby.
I suspect contamination. I’m not wrong.
When his past catches up in the form of a seven-foot Exoscarab gladiator, Crash’s combat secretions collide with something far worse—Velogian mate-recognition pheromones. Now we’re bonded, unable to be more than ten feet apart without severe physical consequences.
My objectivity is shot. My instruments think he’s a compatible partner. And my body is learning exactly what “hazardous materials” means when it craves an alien warrior who moves like liquid death and smells like starlight and sin.

CRASH: The safety inspector was not part of the plan.
For three years, I’ve stayed ahead of Thek-Ka—the gladiator hunting me across the sector to finish our championship death match. My “accidents” aren’t clumsiness. They’re survival. My biology is designed to repel humans.
Zola doesn’t recoil. She studies me. Challenges me. Stays.
When my defenses fail and we bond, she thinks it’s temporary. That she can science her way out of fate. She doesn’t understand that when she chose me—when she saw worth instead of danger—she sealed it.
I will protect her. I will claim her. And I will show her exactly what happens when a Velogian warrior finds his mate.
Mine to guard.
Mine to keep.
Mine.

Hazardous Materials is a high-heat alien romance featuring a deadly Velogian gladiator hiding as a courier and the competent safety inspector whose equipment keeps trying to warn her—but maybe for the wrong reasons.