Immersed
by Liz Craven

She came to find herself. Instead, she found him.

One would think being sister-in-law to a planetary sovereign would be an advantage. It isn't. Ilexa Dhakir hopes volunteering for a medical exchange program will allow her to use her healing gifts freely. Instead, she finds herself under the watchful eye of her brother's oldest friend, Thane Msaka. The handsome warrior no longer resembles the straight-laced soldier she's known most of her life, but his rampant effect on her libido hasn't changed.

Having surrendered his military commission and returned to traditional tribal life, Thane's irritation with babysitting duty goes further than trying to protect Ilexa from the havoc she wreaks. He wants her with a ferocity he can't explain, even though he knows he shouldn't.

When it becomes clear some tribe members will do anything to get rid of her, Thane has to battle people of his blood to protect the woman of his heart.

Other Books by Liz Craven

Prophesied
Interplanetary League, Book 1

Liz Craven's Bio

In grammar school, I was the annoyingly perfect little girl who never did anything wrong. I never talked out of turn. I never passed notes. I never got dirt on my new dress. Admit it. You hated me.

The reason I appeared so nauseatingly demure wasn't because I was Miss Goody-Two Shoes. It was because I wasn't paying a lick of attention to anyone or anything around me. While everyone else worked their word problems, my mind conjured thrilling adventures in magical lands. And no, I still don't know what time that damn train left the station.

I thought I'd eventually outgrow telling myself stories. I didn't.

After law school, an observant doctor recommended I go for testing. Personally, I think testing should be required before attending law school. (Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be lawyers . . . make them be crack whores and dealers and such. . .) So, he sent me to see a neuropsychologist. Yep. No normal shrink for Liz. She gets the super-industrial model.

After nine hours of testing, I returned for the results. The shrink sat my file in her lap, folded her hands on top of it, and asked, "How are you not in prison?" I wish I were exaggerating. Turns out I have ADD. In fact, I'm off the chart. (So my childhood, squeaky-cleanness was really a result of a neuro-biological disorder . . .)

My doctor put me on medication (don't tell Tom Cruise) and suddenly (read: after months of adjusting the dosage) I could hold a thought for longer than two seconds. So, what did I do with this new found ability? Instead of focusing on the practical matters in life, I quit practicing law and went back to school.

Turns out professors are just as dull when you're medicated. During class one day, I put pen to paper (okay, fingertips to keyboard) and rather than taking notes, I jotted down some dialogue running through my head. I haven't stopped writing since. We won't discuss my current GPA.

So, I'm living the student's life again. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by thick books I have no desire to read and illegible notes in handwriting that makes me wonder if I have a future as a serial killer. I'm currently owned by two cats, who graciously let me support them. (One of whom I recently caught grooming his face with my toothbrush.)

Anybody want to write a dissertation proposal for me?