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Blurb:
Keoke Mahoe slips through the forbidden planet’s impenetrable defenses to deliver a perilous message. But Lady Valoria fiercely protects Azura. Any intruder, especially one who kills for food, is promptly terminated.
While Valoria admires Keoke’s uncanny ability to cheat death, she cannot trust a spy. What he suggests is unthinkable... and could throw the galaxy into chaos. Yet, could he be telling the truth? She appreciates his audacity, his noble heart, and his smile… to the chagrin of Eris the Amazon, her best friend, bodyguard, and would-be lover.
But in the farthest confines of the galaxy, an old enemy is rising again. People are sacrificed by blood and fire on unholy altars. Malevolent armies are assembling, and this time, even Azura's Avenging Angels may not be able to stop the onslaught of darkness upon all civilized life.
Excerpt:
Keoke awoke to a raspy tongue licking his
hair and face with annoying insistence. Fire-breathing Volcano Goddess! He
wiped his cheek and batted at the pestering whatever. The licking stopped.
Keoke pulled the sheet over his head and returned to sleep, enjoying the soft
mattress, but the nagging feeling of being watched made him open his eyes.
He tossed away the sheet, sat up on the bed
and froze.
At the foot of the bed, three sets of round
blue eyes stared at him from three white and silver-gray furry faces, and one
pink tongue still hanging between unusually long fangs. Keoke’s heartbeat
accelerated to the tempo of a wahine’s hips in a Tahitian circle. He glanced
around for an escape. He was inside a dome made of blue glass, with no windows
or doors. Daylight filtered in through the translucent material.
He reminded himself to breathe.
“Tibeta is a Smilodon.” The lovely woman,
with diaphanous robes flowing down to her ankles, appeared from nowhere at the
edge of the dome, as if she’d walked through the wall.
Keoke did a double take. She was
breathtaking, with flowing, coppery hair, bare shoulders, and wonderful curves
in all the right places. A blue sword hung from her hip. And she spoke Galactic
standard. Good. That would facilitate communications.
The apparition smiled as she glided toward
him on sandaled feet. “This large cat species is extinct on most planets.”
Keoke patted his belt for a blade or a gun
and only touched skin. He scanned the space for a weapon. Not even a boot to
throw, or a bed-lamp to wield as a stick. And he was naked on the bed. No
clothes… an old trick to humiliate a prisoner or prevent an escape. But Keoke
never felt shy about his body. His ancestors lived naked. And he didn’t need
weapons to defend himself.
Still, he pulled the sheet up to his waist
to hide his reaction to the gorgeous woman. “Where am I?”
“I am Lady Valoria, and you are in my
home.” The apparition strode with the easy grace of a feline, or a trained
warrior. “What’s your name?”
“Keoke.” No harm in giving his first name,
it might humanize him as a prisoner, but that’s all she would get.
“Well, Keoke,” her bright blue eyes
narrowed upon him. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Happy reading!
Vijaya Schartz, author
Strong Heroines, Brave Heroes, cats
http://www.vijayaschartz.com
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