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An Excerpt From: CHAINS OF DESIRE

Copyright © NATASHA MOORE, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Suddenly the music in her head was replaced by terrified screams.

Hanna’s eyes flew open and she froze. At least a dozen tall men, clad in heavy black body armor, surrounded them. Where had they come from? They held weapons as large and powerful as the warriors themselves.

The women tried to scatter, but the men grabbed them before they could get far. A compact man with icy blue eyes stepped up to Hanna as her heart beat frantically against her ribs. The weapon he pointed at her looked huge and lethal. “Princess Serena. Control your women.” He glanced at the mayhem around them. “Otherwise I cannot guarantee what my men will do to subdue them.”

She straightened her shoulders and forced herself not to look at her princess. Hanna’s entire body trembled. Was this truly happening? She’d been raised to wear the red that signified Vanyan royalty and to serve as a royal decoy, but she never thought she’d truly be called upon to serve in this way. Hanna glanced around at the terrified women struggling in the warriors’ grasps. When she finally looked at the princess, her eyes were wide with fear as she met Hanna’s gaze.

“What is the meaning of this?” Hanna demanded, doing her best to sound royal. And royally upset.

The soldier grabbed her arm, his fingers easily spanning her flesh, and yanked her to his side. His body was hard and unyielding. He rubbed the barrel of his weapon across her breasts and she shivered with dread. “My men won’t hesitate to use their weapons. Wouldn’t you rather be a live slave than a dead princess?”

Terrified screams rose around her. Slave? No one on Vanya really believed the stories of slave ships that took away bad little girls and boys.

“Captain. We must go before the screams bring their guards.” Another soldier stepped up, taller, broader, with a deep, warm voice that sent a different kind of shiver along her skin. She’d never seen anyone with skin as dark as his. She looked into his eyes, but saw no compassion there.

The captain rubbed the tip of his weapon against Hanna’s cheek and she shuddered. “What do you say, Princess? Do we leave dead bodies behind or will you and your women come quietly?”

Hanna had no idea if the stories she’d heard of sex slaves were true. If they were, maybe she’d rather be dead. But as long as she was alive, as long as all of them were alive, there was still hope. She nodded and the women quieted. They had been trained to obey her as they would the princess.

The princess! Hanna gasped as the men herded them all into a small circle. She hadn’t protected the princess, after all. As she frantically searched the crowd for Serena, a burst of bright light engulfed them and a surge of pain turned everything black.