Capturing Jeron (futuristic/ sci-fi erotic romance) by T.A. Grey Page A

of a picture. The picture was grainy and taken at a bad angle, but it was enough to make out a partial image of him. His hair was short, spiky and dark, his eyes indistinguishable, but his body was strong as steel. Her gut tightened at the sight; after all, most of her marks weren’t even human. It wasn’t often a hunter got time enough to play, let alone with someone so gorgeous. She all but rubbed her hands together in pleasure. She would plan something special for this mark.
    “I’m taking the job,” Mina said, her voice holding no room for arguments.
    The Operator sighed over the line. “Just be careful, hunter.”
    “Always,” Mina said and disconnected the call with a soft beep.
    With a smile she took out her notebook and began writing up notes. Her new mark was turning out to be better than she thought. Even Jackie “the fly” wanted for 651 counts of indecent exposure—a big deal when it happens in a church— was quite the catch.
    Mina studied the blurry photograph of her new mark. The angle of his face showed a hard, smooth jaw-line and part of a perfectly kissable mouth. His hard body had her teeth gnawing on her lip in pleasure.
    She would definitely be planning something special for him.

Chapter 2
     
     
    It’s not stealing when the government leaves it behind—just leftovers. –Jeron Krutchner, Space Pirate
     
    The Sea Fring Bar was a hot spot for illegal activity. Drugs and weapons were sold to the meanest or highest buyers. The only thing hotter than the drugs and weapons were the men and women. A good blowjob or fuck was available for the right price. Exotic men and women loitered around the bar and tables, semi-clad to completely naked—just waiting for the next job.
    Mina sat at the bar sipping her sweet pink cocktail. It didn’t do to have alcohol in the blood, so she sipped it; just enough to look like everyone else. The bar reeked with suspicion. From the guards to the bartender, she’d have to watch her step, especially since her mark was a regular here. She gave the bar credit though, the owner did a good job of making it appear like a legit joint. The floors were clean, the whores protected, and the liquor not watered down too badly. But she was a professional and had been in enough places like this to see the quick eyes of the bartender, the heavy guns of the security, and the high-tech security system that meant he was protecting a little more than just booze, whores, and some cash.
    The men were persistent tonight. Horny and adventurous from alcohol they pursued her. Already she had to break an alien’s wrist, smash his friend’s nose, and flash her doubled-edged knife at another. It was all worth it though. She stopped being hustled after flashing her knife. Third time’s the charm apparently. She understood why they pursued her, but she needed to appear free for her mark.
    Jeron would be here tonight. She was sure of it. While she prided herself on her capturing skills, what she excelled at was researching, studying, and locating marks. Choosing the best way to take down and capture the mark was more important than how it was done. Her plan was nearly foolproof. Even all the security wouldn’t stop her or even know what was happening.
    She found her mark two days ago. Sitting in a rented hotel window some three kilometers south, she used her military-grade binoculars to study him. She’d found his ship docked in an alley near the local authorities’ headquarters the day before. She laughed at his gall. If only the cops new that one their most wanted criminals was staying in their backyard. It was no wonder he hadn’t been caught yet. Most criminals aren’t actually clever. Though to be fair, most of the cops weren’t straight anyways. Hell, there were probably several in the bar with her now.
    Watching him work had been a complete pleasure. He lifted and carried large cargo boxes onto his ship as if they were nothing. The bulge in his biceps spoke otherwise though. She