If dead men tell no tales, then Tohva Blayde had nothing to worry about. His mission to figure out what Manitac was hiding inside the haunted nebula had come to an end. Despite all his attempts to send a discreet coded message from the UHS Nimbus back to his Shadow cell, someone in the rank and file had figured out what he was up to. His escape plan worked only long enough for him to get a glimpse of Manitac’s newest operation. It was the last thing he saw before he died. Of course he was dead, because that was the only explanation for the gorgeous woman kissing him. Her tiny physique clung to his body like clay, her breasts warming his own chest through his flight suit, her sweet lips crushed against his own. There was no way this was real. It couldn’t be. He’d died and the Guardians had tossed him onto this nightmare world, he was sure of it. Except he didn’t want to stop kissing her. In fact, he wanted so much more. His body responded to this lithe figure pressed against him in the most natural and inappropriate way possible. It wasn’t until he’d realized…

Excerpt from DREAM OF MY SOUL by Debra Jess. Copyright © 2022, Debra Jess, Corp. All rights reserved.   Marc retreated downstairs so the guard he’d replaced wouldn’t get suspicious. After what he’d just seen in the nursery—a mother rejecting her child—he didn’t feel quite so bad about snatching the kid. Just as he’d made it to the last step, he heard a door creak. Turning to look, he watched the baby’s mother stomp back into the room where she’d had the argument with her father and slam the door closed. “Hey, bud,” Marc tapped the other officer on the shoulder, “I’ve been ordered to make sure the mother doesn’t leave the house, so I’m going back upstairs, okay?” The other guard frowned. “Fine. I’m off shift in an hour. Make sure you’re back down here before—” BOOM CRASH “What the—” Before Marc could finish, a two-hundred-pound lumbering stack of mottled skin with a blank-eyed stare stepped through the cloud of flying splinters and jagged glass. Forced to raise his hands to keep from getting skewered, Marc could only see out of the corner of his eye. The other guard was in the same position, but only for a second….