The Power of Persuasion

By: Kate Pearce


Ex super-soldier and telepath Captain Ian McNeill isn’t expecting his job as base commander to a bunch of scientists to be exciting, let alone terrifying. But after meeting Neeve, a Pavlovan female and saving her from a bunch of Etruscan extremists, he’s fairly certain his life will never be the same again.

Neeve can’t believe she’s found a mate from Earth who has no understanding of the concept of a bonded telepathic triad. Can she convince him to return to Pavlovan, meet her exalted but complicated family and finally convince him that adding a third to their bond will be the best decision he’s ever made?

Book two in the Triad series of erotic science fiction romance.

Warning: contains erotic sexual content involving one woman and two men.

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Chapter One

Arctic Region: 229990

Nimbus Science Station. Earth.

“So, how can I help you, Doctor?”

Neeve stood to attention in front of the new base commander who sat behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him, his rather harsh face devoid of expression. Captain McNeill was a lot younger than the last man who’d held the job, and a lot harder to please. Since his arrival three months previously, he’d set the base on its ear reviewing everything from security details to the catering and lab schedules. No one had a good word to say about him, especially the scientists who hated having their little worlds disturbed.

“I wonder if you’ve had a chance to review my personal file, yet, sir?”

He raised one dark eyebrow. “I can’t say that I have. There have been more pressing things to deal with than delving into the personal business of my subordinates.” He glanced down at his tablet. “I do note, however, that you are a Pavlovan, and that you have been here for almost three years. What else do you think it is imperative for me to know?”

Her cheeks heated at his dry tone. Part of her wanted to walk away, but she didn’t have that option.

“Pavlovan culture is based around the power of the number three.”

He nodded. “So I understand.”

“When I arrived here, my posting was for three Earth years, which will end shortly. I was originally sent here with my Second Male, but—”

“Hold up. Explain second male.”

“As I said, our culture is based on the power of three. He was my mate.”

“Why not first mate?”

“Because that was the designation he received when he visited the Oracle.”

He looked at her as if he expected more information, but she remained resolutely silent. She would not discuss her loss with a man who probably had the sensitivity of the freezing arctic winds that circled the base like hungry predators.

“So what does the lack of a ‘second male’ have to do with your scientific research here?”

She stared resolutely at a dark spot on the wall past his right shoulder. “My mate was killed by suspected enemies of our planet shortly after we arrived here.”

“It was a political murder?” His voice sharpened.

“It’s all on file, sir.” Which, he should’ve read regardless of his so-called duties…

“Do you think you are in danger?”

“Possibly, but that isn’t the main problem. I’m coming to the end of a three year cycle, and my Second Male is dead.” She cleared her throat. “I have certain… biological needs that were triggered by finding a mate.”

“What kind of needs?”

“Sexual ones.”