Blades of Arris

The Arrisans conquered Earth in a day. They smashed into our helpless planet like a wrecking ball, and overnight, everything changed. That’s what our history books say. The truth is, I’ve never seen an Arrisan face-to-face. But when my lone medical ship is attacked by ruthless pirates, the nightmare that hunts them down is no hero. Cloaked in assassin’s gray, metal scythes fused to his wrist-bones, he is the grim reaper of the conquerors. The Arrisan elite special forces. A blade.

I will destroy all threats to the empire with unrelenting force. Even if that threat comes in the form of a weak, fragile lesser with night-black hair and beguiling eyes. The blades. Elite forces of the empire, nightmare to all servant-world residents just trying to scrape by. Of course I have to flee when my medical ship comes under attack. But my escape pod is captured by their ruthless leader. His face is hidden in an assassin’s cowl. Metal sai weapons are fused to his wristbones. He can fly between spaceships like an owl and execute enemies through a hull.

Devour the next book in the enthralling, highly acclaimed Blades of Arris universe. One woman from Earth takes on the king of the conquerors, and the universe is never the same!

I am a lesser from a servant world. But even before I was taken? There was no rescue for me. The night sky isn’t the only place that’s filled with darkness. And cages look different, but they’re all the same. I might be fragile as glass, but I shielded my daughter with my own body. I’ll withstand these brutal aliens. Their leader. The one who has blades in his wrists and a fractured look in his eyes? I’m all that stands between him and Earth. But now I think I have the advantage. Because he sees through me, which means he doesn't see what's right in front of him.

I’m in love with a villain. Ice-cold smile, shiny collection of scalpels, and he’s ravenous to use them on me. Joke's on you, mad scientist. I've been trying to cut this sickness out of me since forever. Not all scars are in a place that you can see. In your frigid alien embrace, I've found myself, so why the hesitation in those pretty silver eyes? You’re the big bad conqueror. I’m just an ordinary human. Right? Put me in your maze. Let the experiments begin...

Our relationship is complex. His ancestors took over my planet. I’m descended from the few who survived. To say we have issues is to put it mildly...He wants me off his warship and I’m more than happy to oblige. The ones who stay end up love-sick, bound to one of them for all time. I’m immune, luckily. Their sickness will never be mine. Except...I might be immune, but he’s not, and now the worst thing has happened. I’m panicking and out of time. My enemy is hunting, obsessed with one prey: Me. And somehow this might actually be fine...