The job sounded simple.
Fly a priceless alien relic across the galaxy.
Get paid.
Retire filthy rich.
One small hitch: the relic is welded to the arm of a hot, silent cyborg who might stab you before breakfast.
Now Captain Orion’s stuck babysitting a moody ninja, dodging bounty hunters, navigating crew drama, and trying really hard not to hook up with the wrong woman.
Spoiler: he fails.
Cosmic Collisions is what happens when you mix space battles, cybernetic curves, and zero-g threesomes. Fast ships, big guns, and women who don’t always play nice.
Content Warning: For adults only (18+). Includes graphic MF, FMF, FMFF and FF heat, sharp tech, sharp tongues, and multiple breaches of spacefaring protocol.
🇬🇧 Note: This series is written in British English. Yes, I spell “armour” and “organise” with a u. No, I won’t apologise (see what I did there?). But don’t worry—my next series will be in American English. I hear there’s a larger market… and I can learn to live without the letter u. Maybe.
