Calthraca: The Tiger [Calthraca Series Book 1]
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by Camryn Cutler
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Fantasy
Description: Tengri Khan, Prince of the Eastern Plain, requires a wife to inherit his kingdom. A horseman and raider, his world consists of conquest and plunder. Used to taking what he wants, he finds his mate and kidnaps her. Princess Adama Fawkes is the young heiress of Lyros, next in line for the throne. Strong and determined, she is a formidable match for the man who has no idea that she will melt his frozen heart, and seize his very soul. See the continuation of Adama's story in the next thrilling book of the Calthraca Series, ADAMARE, and available May 2007 from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: April 2007
35 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [204 KB]
Reading time: 132-185 min.
"I love finding and reading new authors. With The Tiger, Camryn Cutler has penned a novel of exquisite passion and poignant emotions. While some scenes in the book are not for the faint of heart, the tale would not be the same without them. The Tiger takes place in the desert and as such, the reader is fully immersed in a story of one man and the woman he loves. A man who demands respect and complete obedience. A man a woman would follow into death if asked. It is also the story of one woman's strength and love for such a man. Not sure what I would find within the pages of this book, I can honestly say that I hated to see The Tiger come to a close. Thank goodness there is to be a continuation of Adama's story in a second book, one that I suddenly find myself craving above all others. For a first publication, Camryn Cutler has penned an outstanding novel in The Tiger and I want to be the first to admit that I HAVE to read the next installment."--Talia, Joyfully Reviewed
"The Tiger was a delightful read. The primary and secondary characters were a great mixture and I read straight through until the end. Princess Adama is presented with every stereotype and then some of a spoiled princess that I expected to see. The growth that Ms. Cutler displays with Adama is wonderful. I was able to see her maturity develop through the pages of this story. Tengri is described as the sexy sultan prince (reminded me of Omar Sharif). Tengri knows what he wants and he isn't about to let a little word like 'no' stand in his way. Tengri oozed sex appeal and it wasn't lost on Adama; the 'no's' turned into a multitude of 'yes's'. The sex between Tengri and Adama was a sensual type of heat, not the instant combustion but more of a gradual falling in love heat that curls your toes. The setting of this story was enough to make me forget all about the snow. I felt like I was there with the sand beneath my feet and the multiple oases described. The story has many twists and turns, and does not lose the reader. I was shocked, yet excited about the turn towards the ending of the story. I was filled with glee when I realized that there will be a sequel. Ms. Cutler thanks for a great read!"--Rating: 4 Stars, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"The Tiger is a sweeping story that travels from the court of Qassli to the forbidding deserts of Tartak, then on to the kingdom of Lyros. The first in the Calthraca series, we are introduced to many characters who will surely hold important roles in this erotic saga, chief among them is Adama Fawkes. Adama is just an innocent girl of eighteen when we first meet her, and like many girls her age, she doesn't have the foresight to realize that when a parent is trying to protect you from the company of undesirables, that it's not just an attempt to ruin the fun you so badly want to participate in. Adama matures during the story into a formidable woman; ready, willing and able to take on the challenges life has thrown at her, including a relationship with a brutal and yet loving man. Tengri is a formidable man that possesses a large capacity for cruelty and yet, when love finds him, he reveals a tender side that could indeed bind a woman's heart to his own. Queen Lucia is the mother who mourns the loss of her daughter, Adama. Tehlar is Tengri's mother and she opens her heart to Adama, knowing she needs guidance if she is to survive what is a very different way of life; then there's Salma, Adama's loyal companion and servant in her new life with Tengri. Inga is a woman of the harem who covets Adama's position in Tengri's life. All of these secondary characters make important contributions to the story and at least one of them will surely appear in future books. Don't miss this thrilling story of love, loss and redemption."--Lori Ann, RTT Reviews
The heavy door closed firmly behind her and she swallowed hard.
"Come to me." His voice came out of the dark.
He was Tengri-Khan, Prince of the Provinces of Tartak, Abd Aga Sehzade.
She was terrified, suddenly too frightened to move. She heard the light rustle of his clothes as he moved toward her. "Do you fear me still, lovely Adama?" His voice was low. Somehow he had gotten behind her. "You are wise to do so."
She stood trembling, desperately willing herself to stop.
His arm, clad in a white silk robe, reached up, and she felt his hand caress her face. She cringed away slightly, leaning into his chest--a place she didn't want to be. He smelled clean from his bath, and there was a faint spicy smell to his skin as well.
"If you please me, I will never harm you ... You will be my first wife ... Bear me a son, and I will raise you above all others." He spoke softly in Lyrosian, gently running his hands up and down her arms.
"You've never told me ... How old are you?" he asked.
"I'm eighteen," she managed.
He brought his face down beside hers, nuzzling her ear and her neck. "So young. You are lovely; we will have glorious sons and daughters, my Princess."
He took a lock of her hair between his fingers and stroked it, thinking it looked like fire captured.
"I'm not your princess," she said emphatically. "I cannot do this."
"Adama, we are beyond resistance. I do not wish to take you forcibly." He turned her to face him, but she couldn't raise her eyes to his.
"I know you are not experienced. But I do wish to show you pleasure. Come now, you're no virgin to shrink from my touch."
He pulled her into his embrace and she stiffened. He paid no attention and took her chin in hand, tilting her head up to face him. He bent to kiss her, forcing his tongue between her lips, bruising her mouth. He felt her teeth slightly and he drew back.
"Do not bite me," he warned, and then plundered her mouth again.
Gone was the gentle lover he seemed to be earlier.
She didn't resist, but she decided she would not respond. She would totally close her mind to him, and, she told herself, it would soon be over.
He knew she was trying not to respond, and he could feel her withdrawing. Her youth and inexperience prevented her from knowing that while the will might be strong, the flesh was weak. He'd soon teach her.
He broke the kiss and took her by the hand, leading her to his bed. She hesitated, but his hand was like a vise on her wrist, and he pulled her forward. He had waited long enough. Tonight she was his.
When he reached the bedside, he turned, pulling her around; her back was to the bed and he faced her. "You and I shall spend many pleasurable hours here. The word for pleasure in my language is zevk, Adama," he said.
She didn't reply. She realized there was no way she was going to escape his advances. He was determined to have her. She took a deep hitching breath. It was true she'd been with Christian one time before she was stolen, but he wasn't anything like the Tiger.
They had learned together. Christian had been timid and gentle, and just as inexperienced as she was. This man was a force. She could feel the strength of him, held barely in check by sheer will. He frightened her, yet at the same time, he made her burn.
He stroked her shoulders once again, and then slid the silken caftan down her arms, baring her to the waist. He caressed her soft skin and ignored her frightened moan.
"Your skin is like the finest silk," he murmured and kissed the top of her shoulder. "Soft and fragrant."
He had taken down his braids and his long hair fell across her arm, black as a raven's. It tickled her skin and made her shiver.
Her breasts were large, and that pleased him. In his experience, he found that passionate women had large breasts. He cupped one in each hand, running his thumbs lightly over her nipples, enjoying the way she gasped at his touch.
He brought his hands up to her shoulders once again, and gently pushed her backwards onto the bed. She looked up at him with huge eyes, which aroused him powerfully.
"You are so fine." He marveled as he looked at her. He lay down on the bed beside her, and she stiffened once more. He began to caress her breasts again, and then bent his head to suckle upon her. Her nipples were taut, and her arousal was becoming more apparent. She gasped as he bit her and then suckled hard, enjoying her soft moan.
His hand, which had been caressing her other breast, traveled down her flat belly to her thigh then down to stroke her through the sheer robe she wore. She realized what he was doing and tried to move, twisting away from him, but he held her firmly.
He brought his face up even with hers as he stroked her sensitive places lightly through the fabric of the robe. His other hand had relaxed its grip around her middle, and slid up above her head while he nuzzled her neck and brushed her lips with his own. She lay there trying hard not to feel anything, but beginning to feel a distinct heat where he was stroking her despite her resolve. She shifted again attempting to get away, and felt his hand firmly entwine itself in her hair, not pulling, but the potential was there.
"Do not resist me," he commanded in a low, dangerous voice and she lay still once more.