Sons of Lyra: Fight For Love by Felicity Heaton

Sons of Lyra:
Fight For Love

    Lieutenant Lyra
IV is as sinfully handsome and irresistible as his older brothers,
but the one woman he wants seems to be immune to his charm. Every
man in his squadron is falling over themselves to win her.
Literally. When the reward is getting to see her, not even he can
stop himself from getting hurt in training every day. Losing feels
like winning when he ends up on her inspection table, and the pain
means nothing when she touches him.

    Nurse
Emmanuelle knows exactly what the devilishly tempting and handsome
Lieutenant Lyra IV is doing and she’s not going to fall for it or
his attempts to make her call him by his first name, Remi. It’s her
duty to keep her distance and maintain a professional relationship
with him, even if her heart and body is crying out for
more.

    When the fleet
is called back to Varka Two where Remi almost lost his life, he
can’t waste any more time. This time, he might not make it back. A
kiss that sets both their hearts on fire leads to more than he’d
dreamed of, and makes both their feelings clear, but will it be too
late?

    Facing
overwhelming odds, is Remi strong enough to survive the battle and
return to Emmanuelle? If he ends up on her table again will
Emmanuelle be able to save the man she loves? Will they win their
fight for love?

    Sons of Lyra:
Fight For Love

    Felicity
Heaton

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    Copyright 2008
by Felicity Heaton

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    Sons of Lyra:
Fight For Love

    “ Lieutenant
Lyra IV, you’re really going to have to start being more careful in
combat training. This is the third time you’ve been in this week.”
Nurse Emmanuelle, the most beautiful nurse in the entire fleet,
leaned over him.

    She motioned for him to
move his hands out of the way. He did. He reached them out above
his head and grabbed the end of the inspection table he was laying
on. He flexed the muscles of his bare torso and arms for her. She
didn’t seem impressed. Her fingers pressed against the mottled
bruising on his right side, her touch so light he barely felt
it.

    His gaze strayed back to
her face. She was beautiful when she concentrated like this, intent
on her work, her fine silvery eyebrows knitted together. She
turned, flicked her long silver hair from her face, and sighed as
she picked up one of the tools from the black tray table beside
him. His gaze slid to her body and the tight dark blue dress she
wore. They shifted across to the buttoned front of it and then rose
to her face again when he reined his desire in.

    “ I can’t help
it,” he said, still studying her face, watching her tongue wet her
delicate rose lips as she turned on the device she held. He’d never
figured out where she was from. Perhaps she was an angel of Iskara.
She looked like an angel. “They’re all stronger and faster than
me.”

    She shook her head a
fraction, a smile curving those delicious lips. “I find that very
hard to believe.”

    He smiled at her when she
looked at him, her grey eyes touching his a moment before she went
back to her work.

    With a nurse such as her
posted to his squadron, was it any surprise all the men kept
getting hurt? He could handle any man here in a one on one fight,
but when the reward for defeat was getting to see her, he didn’t
have the heart to win.

    She held the device two
inches from his skin and ran the red band of light over it. He held
the flinch inside as it hurt, stinging as his body was repaired. It
was still worth it, even though it hurt more than getting beaten up
in the first place.

    “ There, all
done. You can put your shirt back on now, Lieutenant Lyra IV.” She
placed the device back down on the tray