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An Excerpt From: LOVE ME TENDER
Copyright © RENEE FIELD, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Knowing that her sister was about to be married and had
probably already conceived a child carved a deep, wide gulf through Tyrana’s heart. That baby should have been mine.
Rowena never wanted a baby. Tyrana
couldn’t cope with seeing Rowena at the moment. It was just too much to
bear. That was why Tyrana ignored her sister’s
letters.
Tyrana shook her head,
clearing the useless emotional thoughts that threatened her control. With
no destination in mind, she strode out the palace doors and walked across
the well-manicured, vibrant green lawn. Looking back at the palace that was
her childhood home, she was hit with a realization—she hated everything
about it.
It was a sterile environment that had become her own
prison—filled with no expectations of what she could do with her life,
except live irresponsibly. It was a trap she felt she’d never escape from.
Her heart thundered with that realization. Her sister would think she, Tyrana, known as the infertile one, had more freedom
than her. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. There is no freedom when choice
is taken from you.
Deep in thought, she continued to walk briskly away from
the palace. A shout from behind stilled her.
“Get back! Get back! Look out!” shouted a Maida guard
just as a man ran at lightning speed past her, almost toppling her to the
ground.
Tyrana twirled around to
maintain her balance. She saw out of the corner of her eye that the man had
turned almost in slow motion to watch her. Then the guard grasped her arm.
“Get back, he’s not safe,” said the guard.
But Tyrana didn’t care what
the guard had to say. She was interested in the man who had the nerve to
grin mischievously at her and the audacity to boldly wink at her.
An Excerpt From: LOVE ME WILD
Copyright © RENEE FIELD, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“What matters to you most?” she asked.
Stupid woman.
What mattered to all of his kind—freedom.
His eyes narrowed in disgust. When he didn’t immediately
answer, she had the audacity to quirk her neat little eyebrows at him, as
if he were brain-dead.
“What matters to you most, 7653?” she repeated, her
voice brushing like a warm summer’s breeze deep into the recesses of his
mind.
The use of that number as if it were a name made him
want to snort in frustration. “Freedom,” he snapped, looking her straight
in the eye, willing her to understand.
A smile lit up his face when she retreated back a step. His
senses also told him her heart had accelerated. She, too, isn’t immune to my voice. For once, that gave him a smug sense of
male satisfaction.
“Him,” she said, turning her face to a woman standing at
her side.
Tulon knew she had to be of
importance. She looked regal.
“Choose another,” the woman replied, trying to usher the
fourth male forward.
He fought the urge to glare at her. He was chosen, and
while he wasn’t sure for what, he didn’t like that she thought him beneath
her. Contempt and disdain had filled her voice.
“I will not, Mother. I choose him,” said the spitfire
with grim determination as her eyes turned to challenge her mother.
Mother! That
was her mother who stood next to her, dressed like a matriarch. That would
make the spitfire a what? A princess…high priestess…whatever. Tulon knew the game he had
been forced to play just had its stakes raised.
What he had been chosen for had to be pretty special. He
almost smiled as the mother of the spitfire nodded her acquiescence to her
daughter.
When the petite woman kneeled in front of him, he fought
the urge to lean down and pick her up. Realizing this must be part of their
barbaric ceremony, he stood straighter.
“I take the 7653 to be my mate…your seed to my seed…let
life quicken within me.”
The words were barely audible as she mumbled them. An
electric shock rippled through his body when she lightly kissed each of his
toes. He could have stumbled back from that intimacy, but he forced the
creature he was to endure. Sadly, he liked it too much.
That’s it! He was then hauled away. No
questions asked. No answers. Once in the hall, the fair-haired one who had
stood next to him sneered at him.
“Lucky bastard. Enjoy the rut of your life,” he said, as he was whisked away.
When the other two fair-haired men were taken to a
different hall and he was left alone with only one female guard watching
him, he thought about running.
But to where? He had no idea where he was. He had been
blindfolded for the entire journey to this place. Once here, he had been
bathed, his body hennaed and then ushered into the lineup. Breaking his
code of silence, he asked the guard, “What was all that about?”
It took her a moment to realize he was asking something
of importance. He noticed her pupils dilate in sexual awareness. He mentally
cursed at himself. How I hate what my
voice does to the women of this place. He wanted to shake sense into her. For once in his life, he
wanted a straight answer.
He turned, as a voice behind him spoke, fully aware of
who stood there—the mother.
“Pleasure my daughter well. Do your job. Nothing more.
Do you hear me?” she stated, not expecting him to answer as she strode past
him.
Pleasure her daughter well. It
took a moment for that notion to be fully digested by him. So that’s what I was chosen for. Bed
sport! His nostrils flared at the insult, even as his body hummed its
own eager answer. Blast his cock, which now stood at attention, lusting at
the vision of ramming the petite woman into submission.
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