Return to Destra Series by Ella Blake

A Destran pilot haunted by guilt. A scientist who’s never needed anyone in her life. A living spaceship who needs them bonded to survive. Maya. I was hired to do a planetary survey, not to awaken a ten-thousand-year-old sentient spaceship that fuses with my equipment and floods my mind with centuries of memories. Psychic overload will eventually kill me unless Rykar, a brooding Destran pilot with a haunted past, accepts his role as her symbiont and the title of Destran lord... moreA Destran pilot haunted by guilt. A scientist who’s never needed anyone in her life. A living spaceship who needs them bonded to survive. Maya. I was hired to do a planetary survey, not to awaken a ten-thousand-year-old sentient spaceship that fuses with my equipment and floods my mind with centuries of memories. Psychic overload will eventually kill me unless Rykar, a brooding Destran pilot with a haunted past, accepts his role as her symbiont and the title of Destran lord. I shouldn’t be noticing how his skin shifts color when I catch him staring, or how his rare smiles make my pulse race, because I have much bigger problems. My employer as sent a strike team to claim me and the Sola I woke up as their property. They claim I signed away my rights when I took this job. They plan to enslave the ancient being and me. Rykar:. I keep to myself because the last time I was responsible for people I loved, they died. So when a Sola chooses me as her lord and floods a human geologist with psychic overload that only I can contain, my first instinct is to refuse. Except Maya Chen is stubborn, brilliant, and determined to save this Sola even if it destroys her. And despite my best efforts to stay detached, I can’t stop watching the way her eyes light up when she solves a problem, or how she argues with me like I’m worth arguing with, or the way she fits perfectly in my arms. But accepting lordship means accepting responsibility for a living ship and those who would call her their home. It means trusting myself not to fail again. And now enemy forces are closing in, claiming Maya and the Sola as property to be seized, and I have to choose: retreat into the safety of isolation, or accept a role I swore I’d never take again: Leader. Protector. Destran Lord. Maps of Destiny is set in the Lords of Destra world. You do not have to read the Lords of Destra series to enjoy this series, but if you HAVE read the Lords of Destra, you'll see some familiar faces! I write what I love to read, so there are no cliffhangers or cheating, and there's always consent and a happy ending. Cheers! less

Cleo. I survived a crash landing, killer storms, and a valley full of suspicious aliens. I can handle anything. Except maybe the mate bond I never asked for. The lord of this hidden valley saved my life, gave me purpose fixing their broken tech, and somehow wormed his way past every defense I spent years building. But I’m nobody’s property. When rescue arrives, I’ll have to the stars I’ve always called home, or the Rezor, who makes me believe in destiny. Rezor... moreCleo. I survived a crash landing, killer storms, and a valley full of suspicious aliens. I can handle anything. Except maybe the mate bond I never asked for. The lord of this hidden valley saved my life, gave me purpose fixing their broken tech, and somehow wormed his way past every defense I spent years building. But I’m nobody’s property. When rescue arrives, I’ll have to the stars I’ve always called home, or the Rezor, who makes me believe in destiny. Rezor. The moment the human woman fell from the sky, I knew my carefully ordered world was over. Cleo is brilliant, stubborn, and utterly terrified of being caged. She fixes our ancient systems with clever hands and challenges every assumption I’ve ever held about leadership and love. I would give her anything, even her freedom. But the storms are intensifying, breaching defenses that have held for generations. My people need me to protect them and I need her. When her people arrives, I’ll have to let her go. Even if it destroys me. less