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An Excerpt From: MENAGE A TASIA
Copyright © KATE HILL, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Finally
reaching the barrier, he stopped and stood, panting. Sweat trickled down
his face and streaked his gorgeous chest visible in his unzipped shirt. She
noticed bruising on his ribs and a jagged wound on his arm.
“What
happened to you?” she asked.
“My
pod crashed a few miles away. It’s wrecked. I’m lucky to be alive. The
pilot’s dead.”
“Where
were you headed?”
“To
the Shandbha Colony. If my calculations are
correct, this is it.”
“You’re
right.” She studied him for a moment. Gazing into his strange, exotic face,
she thought that while he was ugly as sin, there was definitely something
intriguing about him. Maybe it was those jewel-like gray eyes that stared
into hers, calm yet unreadable. There was strength in those eyes. Slave or
not, this wasn’t the kind of guy who took shit from anybody.
“Are
you going to let me in or not?” he asked. “If you don’t, things are going
to get ugly. My security chip is due to reactivate in a little less than an
hour, so I need to reach the overseers as soon as possible.”
Tasia
removed her stun pistol and punched the code on the barrier.
He
stepped inside and she aimed her weapon at him. “Remove your backpack and
put it down slowly then turn and put your hands against the fence.”
He did
as she ordered and she saw dark blue marks on the back of his right hand. A
Draper ancestral tattoo. Usually only pure-blooded Draper children were
marked in such a way as part of a family rite.
Tasia
stepped closer and frisked him. Though she tried to remain impartial, it
was pretty damn difficult. This guy’s body was as tight and hard as it
looked. He had broad shoulders, lean sides and legs like long, shapely
steel. Heat emanated from him and he had a sexy scent—musky and virile yet
slightly herbal. It was funny how Drapers had a deficient sense of smell,
yet they usually smelled great.
She
slid her hands up his waist again, thinking it would be nice to see him out
of these clothes.
“Satisfied?”
he asked, turning his head to stare at her with those intense gray eyes.
“What?”
she demanded.
“Are
you satisfied that I’m unarmed?”
“Oh.”
She felt heat rise in her face and stepped away.
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