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Erotic Romance / Sci-Fi
Date Published: December 26, 2014
Loving Dangerously, Book Five
Being kidnapped by a deadly—and dead sexy—brothel slave wasn’t exactly what Kiehle Xochis signed up for. His instructions had been simple: Watch over the human female until his brother and his mate arrived to rescue her. Instead, the slave has decided to liberate herself. She’s proving to be more than Kiehle can handle—and he kind of likes it.
Allysan Miller has gone through hell since being taken from Earth during an invasion. She’s finally found a way to escape the latest, and worst, of the brothels she’s been sold to. Now if Ally plays her cards right, she could gain both freedom and love…if she can learn to trust the dangerous male she’s chosen as her hostage.
Inside Scoop: Ally suffers her share of abuse at the hands of a brothel owner’s guards. But don’t worry. The feisty female warrior gives as good as she gets.
A Romantica® SciFi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
The nerve of him.
“I had not planned to.” Smiling, he added, “Unless you find
it too distracting.”
Erotic Romance / Sci-Fi
Date Published: December 26, 2014
Being kidnapped by a deadly—and dead sexy—brothel slave wasn’t exactly what Kiehle Xochis signed up for. His instructions had been simple: Watch over the human female until his brother and his mate arrived to rescue her. Instead, the slave has decided to liberate herself. She’s proving to be more than Kiehle can handle—and he kind of likes it.
Allysan Miller has gone through hell since being taken from Earth during an invasion. She’s finally found a way to escape the latest, and worst, of the brothels she’s been sold to. Now if Ally plays her cards right, she could gain both freedom and love…if she can learn to trust the dangerous male she’s chosen as her hostage.
Inside Scoop: Ally suffers her share of abuse at the hands of a brothel owner’s guards. But don’t worry. The feisty female warrior gives as good as she gets.
A Romantica® SciFi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
The nerve of him.
She balled her fist and punched the padded post with all her
might. It made a thumping sound but didn’t waiver. Sweat dripped from her scalp
and down her face. Her clean clothes were damp and beginning to cling to her
body. While the morning sun wasn’t yet high in the sky, without proper shade
there was no relief from it.
She made a quick turn and smacked the post with the back of
her hand with a grunt. She could hit the thing as hard as she could and didn’t
have to worry about it bending or breaking, especially since Kiehle used this
very post for training. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead to her eyelid.
Using her shoulder, she wiped the sweat away and peered up at the sky. She
couldn’t even guess what time it was. She had no clue how time was tracked on
this planet. All she knew was that it was early. Everyone was still sleep—even
Kiehle.
At the thought of him, she leaned to the side, brought her
leg up and thrust her foot out to kick the post. She’d been hitting and kicking
since she’d gotten up. Well, since the sun had come up. She hadn’t slept a wink
last night.
All because of him.
While Yoshi and Max had slept soundlessly, she’d tossed and
turned. Unable to keep her eyes closed, she’d spent most of the night staring
at the ceiling.
She grunted and punched the post again. Her fist made a dull
sound as it hit the padding that covered the wood.
She’d done the right thing, shutting the door on him. She
smiled to herself, thinking about how his face must’ve looked.
She spun and landed an elbow, pretending it was his face.
That’s what he gets.
Assuming I’ll want to fuck him.
She bobbed and weaved, pretending she was avoiding his
outstretched hands.
Grabby hands.
Then, with a left uppercut, she hit the post where she
assumed his chin would be.
Knockout.
The only reason she’d had sex with him in the first place
was to plot her way to freedom. Well, maybe not the first time. The first time she had wanted too. But the second time
was definitely to plan her escape.
She brought her hands up to shield her face and bent her
knee, bringing it back. Then with a fierce cry, she kicked out, landing the
bottom of her foot where she pretended his kneecap was.
I’ll cripple him if he
bothers me again.
When she’d finally gotten up this morning, the house had
been quiet. She’d peeled Yoshi’s leg from across her stomach and Max’s arm from
around her neck. Although the bed could easily sleep six, they’d both stuck to
her side as though still in her small bed from the brothel. She’d retrieved her
clothes from the washer and tiptoed to his closed door to listen. She thought
she’d heard him stir inside but when she listened more, she didn’t hear
anything else.
She’d rested her hand on the door, trying to decide if she
should push it open and go to him. All that stood between her and the
possibility of riding him like a cowgirl was a door.
One that she would not open.
Instead, she’d dressed and left the house, hoping a few laps
around the structure would tire her out. That’s when she’d come across what
looked like a workout area. Exactly what she needed to get rid of all the
pent-up energy that overwhelmed her.
She spun and hit the post with her elbow.
Asshole.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
Startled, she turned to see Kiehle sauntering in her
direction. Or prowling in her direction. Whenever he walked toward her, she got
the feeling he was stalking his prey.
She took deep breaths. Her chest heaved. “Can I say no?”
“No.”
She flicked her hand in the air. “Then I guess I don’t have
a choice.”
He pulled his shirt over his head. His perfectly chiseled
chest and arms glistened under the sun. He began to stretch out the muscles in
his upper body, over-exaggerating his movements. “Mmm, I need a good stretch.”
Is he moaning?
Her body immediately went soft at the sounds.
He closed his eyes and straightened his arms up to the sky,
making his muscles ripple, and moaned again. Her mouth watered as her eyes
roamed his chest, his nipples, his stomach and the happy trail of hair that ran
from his chest to his waistband.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “My muscles are so tight.”
She tilted her head to the side. His body… I can touch it.
A bead of sweat formed below her nose and rolled over her
lips. She licked it away. I would love to
lick him.
Wait? What am I doing?
Ogling him again. Holy hell.
Flustered at being mesmerized by him, yet again, she turned
and focused her attention back on the post and practiced fighting combinations.
Not giving in to the temptation to turn and watch him more.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him crouch low to
stretch his thighs. The material of his pants stuck to every fine muscular
line.
Even outlining his…
She gave her head a light shake. There’s no need to focus on that…that…monstrous thing.
She eyed the post and focused hard. Left, right, cross and duck. Left, right, cross and duck. As he
finally walked over to her, she mentally repeated the words, trying to drown
out the other voices in her head. The voices that whispered how delicious he
looked…that begged her to let him crush her under his weight.
By the time he stood a foot away, the chant sounded more
like, Left! Right! Cross! And duck! Left!
Right! Cross! And duck!
He moved to her side and assumed a fighting stance,
crouching low with his arms out, his smoldering lavender eyes trained on her.
His face was framed by thick dark hair that hung a little past his shoulders.
Good gracious, he was gorgeous.
She gave him a look of indifference. “We’re sparring?”
“Unless you think I might be too much for you to handle.”
He didn’t know what he was walking into. She’d spent the
morning thinking of ways to knock him on his back—and not the way he was
probably thinking of now.
She twisted her hair into a knot on the back of her head. He
didn’t make a move to do anything with his. Hanging loose, it made him look
primal…dangerous…sexy.
Shit.
She narrowed her gaze. He must think that every female
around him should swoon like a schoolgirl. He really didn’t need to take off
his shirt to advertise his perfect body and that stretching performance had
been way over the top. Now his hair was blowing around his face as if he were
some kind of alien Fabio.
She looked around. Where
the hell is all this wind coming from? “Are you planning to tie back your
hair?” she asked, trying her best to sound annoyed—not aroused.
“I had not planned to.” Smiling, he added, “Unless you find
it too distracting.”
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