Violence is never the answer... unless you're a Preor warrior. Rendan sen Tarkan, Offense Master to the Preor Third Fleet, has found his human mate. She is small compared to him, but her curves, delicious scent, and sky blue eyes call out to his soul. He has waited for a female for over two centuries and he will fight-kill-any who dare attempt to take her. Even one of his own males. One moment Carla was unemployed and the next she was on the Preor...