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by Aurora Rose Lynn
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Kidnapped by the Lord of Istanis for his sexual pleasure, and the Festival of the Night Lord is fast approaching... The night before the Festival of the Night Lord on Istanis, Josie Hawkings has been assigned to discover the torrid, behind-the-scenes happenings. Covertly watching a bevy of beautiful, naked women, she's kidnapped for sex by the Night Lord himself, and risks endangering her life if he finds out the stinging truth about her. Lucien de Alvarez, Lord of Istanis, won't allow his heart and body to be captured by any woman. Yet, when he sets eyes on Josie, he changes his mind and opens up the path to a dark, haunting secret that might destroy them both. Sometimes, the reward is greater than the risk...
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [85 KB]
Reading time: 47-65 min.
Planet of Istanis
2478 Common Era
The preparations for the Festival of the Night Lord were beginning. Hidden from view behind an imposing stone pillar, Josie Hawkings observed several women getting themselves ready for the celebration. She shivered in the cool air so prevalent on the planet of Istanis. The sunlight barely filtered through the high windows set in the stone walls of the village meeting house--which was more like an old castle, Josie thought uneasily.
Even though she was clothed in a form-fitting tunic that merely skimmed the top of her thighs and felt like a ballet dancer's tutu, she felt overdressed. The women, all in their early twenties, were nude, painting each other's toenails and drawing sensual patterns on their backs. The following day, as the sun settled behind the Mountain of the Elks, they would vie for the Night Lord's attention. The one most pleasing to his critical eye would spend the night with him. Josie knew from overhearing the gossip between the pretty women that they wanted the lord to not only spend the night with them but also to make one of them his wife. Then they would leave behind the poverty and misery of the village and rest in comfort and luxury. The Festival of the Night Lord occurred only once every three years and, so far, none of the women had been chosen as the lord's bride.
Josie drew a deep breath and watched as dispassionately as she could. The women were fresh-skinned, blushingly pretty and eager for the lord to explore their scented bodies.
Knowing she was Istanian, The Daily Galaxian's editor on Earth had sent her out on this assignment, saying there was always something more than met the eye, and he wanted the full scoop behind what really went on during the Festival of the Night Lord.
"Why don't you join them?"
The deep voice startled Josie. Clamping a palm over her trembling mouth, she whirled around, upset by the prospect of being caught eavesdropping. Her soft, teal-coloured tunic swirled around her hips with a whoosh.
Dark coffee-brown eyes assessed her with arrogant frankness, and she couldn't help thinking the man was sexier in person than on screen. She'd seen dozens of photos of the man who ruled Istanis with the proverbial iron hand. 'Caring' and 'gentle' were descriptions she hadn't seen used for this powerful man.
She took a step back, only to stumble. Lucien de Alvarez, the dreaded Night Lord of Istanis, grabbed her by the elbow and steadied her.
In one of the few instances in her life, Josie was at a loss for words, words that usually came far too quickly and unthinkingly to stop. The man was definitely more imposing in person than on screen. His strong jaw sported a shadow beard, and his dark brown, almost black hair was caught up in a leather band at the nape of his neck. Not only did everything about him cry out wealth but also sexy and muscled. Biceps bulged beneath his soft, white silk shirt, his waist was flat and lean, and his thighs probably had seen more strenuous workouts than those of most athletes.
Josie shouldn't have been, but she was gaping at the man as if he were naked. Attempting to recollect herself, she blinked and stepped away from the circle of his outstretched hands. Her teenage-like behaviour annoyed her. What in tarnations possessed her? she demanded of herself. She was thirty-two and not unacquainted with the male body and sex. But Lucien de Alvarez was overpoweringly male. And, Josie reminded herself, off limits. This was her job, not a sexual liaison.