A novel of hope! My newest dystopian, post-apocalyptic
science fiction romance, STOPPING THE ENEMY, is now available.
STOPPING THE ENEMY
Author: Susanne
Marie Knight
Genre: Dystopian,
Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction Romance
Available electronically at Amazon.com
and Smashwords.com
Price: $3.99
Print: Amazon.
Price: $9.99.
Buy link:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09DXGMXQ4
ebook
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1101697
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09F1FVGQR
Print
Blurb:
After the Great
Catastrophe, Rhuemma and her people struggle under the oppressive reign of the Dominus.
Can she convince the Dominus’ right hand man, Wellington Vadis, that
Might is not always Right?
A CONTEST OF WILLS
In the “After
Time”--after the Great Catastrophe--young Rhuemma Holliday is a healer, a
warrior, and a virgin. Ever since her parents were killed by the heinous
dictator of the neighboring territory of Verdeton, the Dominus,
Rhuemma’s two missions in life have been to protect her people of Casseldia and
vanquish the enemy. When chance leads two wounded military males from Verdeton
to her cabin door, she finally sees her opportunity to kill the Dominus.
However, she doesn’t count on the attractions of the deliciously handsome
Colonel Wellington Vadis.
MIGHT VERSUS RIGHT
Wells Vadis is in
enemy territory to rescue his son. His leader, the Dominus, has also
tasked him to capture... or kill a female known as the Crone of Casseldia. When
the comely warrior princess who bested Wells twice in hand-to-hand combat turns
out to be the crone’s granddaughter, he is torn. Should he do his duty and turn
Rhuemma over to the Dominus? Or should Wells make his own decisions
about what is best for Verdeton, Casseldia, and also for himself?
Scene
Set-Up:
Warrior Wells Vadis
is trespassing in enemy territory for two reasons. The first is to rescue his
son held prisoner by the Crone of Caseldia The second is to kill the crone. He
comes across a lovely young woman who is too tempting to pass up.
EXCERPT
Once at the lake,
Wells would find the Crone of Casseldia’s cabin... and hopefully his son in
good health. He flared his nostrils. He’d take great, perverse pleasure in
ripping that hell-hatched crone’s head from her pathetic shoulders.
He approached an
area that surely was a gift from the gods. The intoxicating scent of lilacs
weaved into his lungs, seducing him to forget his purpose and revel among these
flowers of heavenly delight. So awash was this magical place brimming with
brilliant colors and permeating the air with an aroma that truly teased his
senses; he almost felt as if this was the Garden of Eden.
And then he saw
Eve...
For a long moment,
he stared at this exquisite creature. He carefully pushed past lilac bushes to
obtain a better view.
She sat at the
lake’s edge, with her legs pulled in and her well-shaped arms wrapped around
them. Her hair--as dark as midnight--billowed out and down her back, and flowed
seductively in the breeze.
As she rested her
chin on her knees, he could only see her profile, but what a profile it was.
High forehead, retroussé nose, generous lips, dark eyes ringed with kohl... she
was a proud beauty.
The young woman
sighed. It was a heavy sound, a sound without hope, a sound without joy. It was
as if this lovely female had burdens too heavy to carry.
Uncharacteristically,
he longed to ease her afflictions, whatever they might’ve been.
Then reason returned.
He was here for his son... and to slaughter the crone. There would be no room
on the return journey for a veritable Venus. However, most likely she knew the
direction of the crone’s cabin. He took a step toward her.
Looking up, she
gasped. Once she fixed her dark gaze on him, her sparkling eyes widened.
He held his hands
out, palms up, to show he carried no weapons. “Do not fear, fair lady. I have
no ill intent. Indeed, if I may say, your beauty overwhelms me.”
At his words, she
leaped to her feet and stood with arms akimbo, just as a warrior might. “Why
are you here?”
Giving her one of
his charming smiles--at least he’d often been told his smiles were charming--he
took another step toward her. “I could say I’m here to carry you away to my
home, but that would be an untruth.”
Her gaze flickered.
“An untruth is a lie, and I don’t speak with people who lie.”
Her quickened
breathing emphasized the bounty of her breasts hidden by a shapeless tee shirt.
He took in the sight and then noticed a patch of flat sand to the right of her.
With one sudden movement, he could grab her, throw her down, and have her.
He eyed her
combat-ready form. “As I said, I’m not here to carry you away.” Again, he
smiled. “Unless, of course, you wish to be carried away?”
“Don’t flatter
yourself, buster.” She narrowed her gaze. “Who are you here to abduct
then?”
She was young,
deliciously young and delightfully curvy... and he evidently was in need of
release.
To accomplish his
goal, he leaned forward, extending his hands out, intending to grab her. “Touché,
my water nymph. I enjoy fencing with words.”
“I’m not your water
nymph nor do you belong on these shores. I repeat, who are you here to abduct?”
He placed himself
in front of her. “Prickly little thing, aren’t you? Come, I grow warm for you.
Hot. Allow me to partake of your sweetness.” Lunging at her, he then tightly
gripped her shoulders.
She flung her arms
out from the elbows, surprising him with her strength. The defensive move broke
his grasp and before he registered it, she counterattacked with a classic kick
to the groin.
His groin. He yowled out in pain. In truth, he
actually saw stars.
To his disgrace, he
was completely unprepared for her action. And then, using extreme force, she
shoved him headlong into the cold waters of the lake.
The girl remained
on the shoreline with her hands on her slim hips. A malicious smirk lifted her
lips. “Not so hot now, are you, vermin?”
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Happy Reading!
Susanne Marie
Knight
http://www.susanneknight.com
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