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    Panther's Pleasure
    Panther's Pleasure
    Panther's Pleasure
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    Panther's Pleasure

    By Cathryn Fox

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    Earthling Sash is ready for a little R&R—light on the Rest and heavy on the Recreation, preferably in the form of sex. She’s been obsessing about it for the past three weeks while navigating the Taconian galaxy on the way to planet, Lannar. As chief mechanic, the ship’s performance is her priority, not getting laid, or battling the weird flu bug that is making her head throb and her skin tingle. Sickness is for the weak of mind and body, and has no place in a world where only the strong survive.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCathryn Fox
    Release dateSep 19, 2016
    ISBN9781928056225
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    Cathryn Fox

    A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Cathryn Fox has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life and is always trying to keep up with emails, Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter. She spends her days writing page-turning books filled with heat and heart, and loves to hear from her readers.

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      Panther's Pleasure - Cathryn Fox

      Panther’s Pleasure

      Panther’s Pleasure

      Cathryn Fox

      Contents

      Copyright

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Afterword

      Web of Desire

      About Cathryn Fox

      Also by Cathryn Fox

      Copyright

      Copyright 2016 by Cathryn Fox

      Published by Cathryn Fox

      Formerly published with Ellora’s Cave

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

      This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite e-book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      ISBN  978-1-928056-22-5

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      Year 3040

      Sash stepped from the shower and balked at the ghostly reflection staring back at her. She grabbed her steamy oval mirror, propped it up over her steel sink and angled it for a better viewing. Surely to God that wasn’t her. Her skin looked alabaster, her tongue pale. She swallowed down the scratchy feeling clogging her throat, and cursed under her breath. When she looked and felt this bad, she at least wanted a good reason for it, and maybe even a few satisfying memories. But she couldn’t even blame the peaked, wide-eyed apparition on a wild night of partying, or a wild night of sex. Nope. She’d spent all of last evening in her quarters, traveling through the Taconian galaxy on Starship Anthon.

      What the hell was wrong with her? She never got sick. Ever. Not once in her twenty-five years could she ever remember being ill. Sickness was for the weak of mind and the weak of spirit. She was anything but.

      Her vision went a little fuzzy around the edges as she glanced around her cramped quarters. The lights embedded overhead stung her eyes. She pinched them shut and tried to ward off an impending headache. Her itchy skin felt ultra sensitive, even the tiny hairs on her arms hurt. Moisture pebbled her feverish flesh as her gaze skirted over her unmade bunk with longing. Christ, she needed to pull herself together and haul her ass to the bridge where the rest of the crew awaited her arrival. They’d be landing on Lannar in less than twelve Earth hours and as the ship’s chief mechanic she didn’t have time for such inconveniences.

      She pinched her cheek, hoping to add a tinge of color to her ashen skin. Nothing. She eyed her tray of makeup and considered her dilemma. Sash only bothered with makeup at the docking stations, never while on a mission. Which meant that ninety-nine percent of the time, she’d gone without. Because ninety-nine percent of the time, since the day her mother had given birth to her on board the ship, she’d been coursing through space. And she didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

      After Sash had lost her mother in her early teens, Captain Mike Cavanaugh, her mother’s dear friend and confidant, had taken her under his wing. The captain tried to be the father she’d never had. He’d tried to do right by her, buying her pretty dresses and barrettes, grooming her for ship’s liaison, a position held by only the

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