The Lesser Evil
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by Susan Kelley
Category: Romance/Science Fiction
Description: Vilicia and Sky Turan, mixed together like oil and water. She had no idea why she had any interest at all in the man's kisses--let alone anything else. She had agreed to act as the Solonian ambassador in hopes of finding a male suitable for siring a child, however, and there was no getting around the fact that the silver haired warrior was all that any woman could want in a sire for their child--tall, strong, handsome and honorable. Fortunately, despite their mutual distrust of one another, Sky seemed to be having trouble convincing certain parts of his anatomy to keep their distance. Rating: Sensual/Spicy
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: July 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [392 KB]
Reading time: 257-360 min.
"Unbelievable, sir," Corporal Brady Gellot said.
Sky Turan didn't answer. Truthfully, he was speechless. They stood on the upper balcony of the cadet training academy, staring out to sea. Almost half of a mile out in the gray churning waters a small ship rode the waves like a child on a wild stallion.
"Do you think they'll make it?" Brady asked.
"They made it this far." Sky narrowed his eyes and held his breath for a moment as a particularly big swell slapped the ship. Somehow the vessel stayed afloat.
"More than forty years since anyone made it," Sky said as much to himself as to the young cadet beside him. Sky's own parents had been part of the small band of explorers that had dared the violent ocean and landed on this foreign shore. Their survival on the seas had been more luck than skill or possession of a fine ship. No one had dared to try the sea again either. Instead they'd built a home here and befriended the native Solonians. Except for the vicious humanoids that inhabited the land, the colony was near to paradise. But now this ship approached.
"I think they might make it, sir," Brady said, his voice rising with excitement.
Sure enough, the sturdy vessel lurched past the last of the large rocks standing sentinel two hundred yards off shore. Sky didn't share Brady's enthusiasm. Perhaps it was his career as a Realm warrior that made him suspicious of strangers, but the approaching ship tightened his belly with trepidation.
A good crowd lined the small docks normally used only for fishing. The ocean was too rough to swim in or venture out more than a short distance in small boats.
"Well, let's join them and see what the surf washed in," Sky said.
Brady grinned and hurried toward the stairway. Sky followed at a slower pace, taking one last glance back at the ship that was now throwing lines toward the dock.
The Realm still struggled to recover from the treasonous acts of its last head counselor. A good man had been lost to them forever because of the actions of that bastard. Now this.
He started down the steps, but his hand would be on his sword, not extended in welcome when he met the strangers.