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The romance, suspense and adventure continue in the second installment of Nan Klee’s DreaganStar Trilogy. Doctor Samantha Alexander, Senior Psychologist of the five Dreagan Corporation lunar colonies, faces political and military challenges from Earth, oxygen thrives, a death in her family, and a colleague who just won’t take no for an answer.
DreaganGrey returns readers to the fascinating world of the first experimental faster-than-light (FTL) starship, the corporate-run moon and its the five colonies, DreaganGrey continues the romance and mad science surrounding the starship, its creator and corporation CEO, Jonathan Dreagan, and Luna’s lead psychologist, Dr. Samantha Alexander.
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"No. I'm not afraid of people," he announced, keeping her left hand in his right. "I just don't like large doses of them for long periods of time."
"Neither do I, my friend," she sighed, becoming more relaxed in his presence.
"Well, at least we're back to being friends." He touched her chin, raising it so their eyes would meet. "I was hoping for a second chance."
"Is something stopping you?" she asked, not adding nothing had before.
"First, your chaperons might be back up here any moment," he admitted, glancing behind her at the open door.
"Is that all?"
"Well... My previous attempt ... er, at romance..." Dreagan began, but fell silent, looking away from her, embarrassed. “I got the distinct impression that you were a bit… annoyed?”
"There are several ways to get beyond that." She sighed at the unpleasant memory, and then slid her hands up and around his neck, startling him briefly.
Dreagan tightened the embrace, and brown eyes smiled down at her. He held her close -- as close as two people in p-suits can -- and she heard and felt his deep sigh. With one hand, he cupped the side of her head, and gently eased it to his chest. Sam felt his lips tenderly kiss her hair as he adapted his embrace to fit her.
"Samantha," Jon Dreagan whispered. "Do you know how much I --"
"Excuse me, Founder," a heavily accented male voice said. "Your limo is waiting."