Reckless Betrayal [Siren Warrior Series Book 6]
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by Michelle Marquis, Lindsey Bayer
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction
Description: Now that Gypsy Theron has completed a successful campaign to rescue her mother, she is finally able to settle back into her life and build a career. Just as everything seems to be returning to normal, Gypsy is dealt another emotional blow. She discovers that not only is her beloved Caraculla getting married to another woman, but Gypsy herself has been claimed in AEssyrian Marriage by that treacherous brute, General Kharon. Determined to convince the general that he must release her, Gypsy arranges a secret meeting with General Kharon only to be taken prisoner and whisked away on a steamy hostage honeymoon. Will she be able to resist the Primal Fever long enough to escape him, or will her budding career come to an abrupt end as Gypsy becomes the exclusive property of the commanding General Kharon?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
35 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [168 KB]
Reading time: 103-145 min.
"Reading the Siren Warrior series is addictive; if I'd been warned that once I started, I wouldn't be able to stop, I would have scoffed. Each installment keeps getting better and better as Gypsy is challenged, and she is forced to understand who she is and to look deeper into her own soul?
"I can't get enough of the Siren Warrior series, and Reckless Betrayal just whets my appetite for more. If you haven't read any of these books, you won't go wrong in adding this series to your list. It's captivating for readers of sci-fi futuristic fantasy with loads of action and steamy sex scenes that will fry your eyeballs." Patrice F. Joyfully Reviewed
The medical clinic waiting room was more crowded than Gypsy Theron had ever seen it. Everywhere she looked were soldiers, merchants and academy cadets like herself. Some chatted quietly among themselves about women and politics; others just lounged patiently reading and snacking on whatever meager offerings they carried with them. The oddest thing of all was that most didn't even look like they needed any real medical attention.
There were probably two good reasons for the sudden rise in patients; one was the return of the chief medical officer, her mother Harlan, from her recent kidnapping and subsequent leg surgery. The other was the reputation of Doctor Krull. Like Harlan, Krull was an intelligent and dedicated doctor who would often try unusual remedies for common ailments. Happily for his patients, Krull's unorthodox methods usually worked.
Gypsy's mother, a gifted and accomplished doctor in her own right, had become as popular for her compassion as for her successes. Interestingly enough, many AEssyrian warriors liked going to her for their various male problems because they found it easier to talk to her about them than another male. Gypsy guessed that if a penis was the problem, it would be pretty hard to bring it up with another male. If a man did, he would have to expose his worst weakness to a potential rival. Not fun at all.
As for Gypsy, she had to see Krull because her mother had asked him to treat her for this damned Primal Fever. Gypsy had protested seeing Krull at first, but Harlan had explained the Kirillian doctor was more familiar with the condition and thus better equipped to treat it. Gypsy thought her mother had passed her off to Krull because she'd just gotten tired of listening to Gypsy beg for a hysterectomy. Her mother's refusal was ridiculous. After all, what was the big deal if Gypsy never had kids?
Although it hadn't reared its annoying head in a few months because General Kharon wasn't around, she could still feel the Fever lurking in her heart and mind waiting to disrupt her life and career. Oh, what she wouldn't give to be rid of it! Krull had been working on a serum to treat the worst of the symptoms but so far they'd had limited success. It was almost as though her body would readjust to each serum the moment it was injected.
A tall male medic came out holding a file and scanning the group. "Gypsy? Gypsy Theron?"
Gypsy waved her hand in the air and came over. "Yeah. That's me." She never understood why the medics always had to yell her name a bunch of times while searching the crowd. Being the only female in a black imperial uniform, one would think she'd be easy to spot.
The medic turned his back to her and led her to one of the exam rooms. He gestured for her to go inside, then closed the door after her. Then she heard the unmistakable shuffling of her file being dropped into the basket outside. While she waited, she stared out the window watching two peasants arguing over an old hyperia. The poor creature looked like it had seen better days and she felt a fleeting pity for the animal. Many of the hyperia used by the lower classes were worked hard until the day they died under a harness.
A knock sounded and Krull came in. Krull was dressed in his lab coat, a light gray shirt, dark pants and boots. His dark blond hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He was an older Krillian doctor and one of those men who grew more attractive as they aged. Opening her file, he reviewed a few pages, occasionally scribbling a note in the margin. "How are you today, Gypsy?"
She jumped up on the examining table. "Just great. Could be better, though." She was referring, of course, to the Primal Fever.
Krull smiled without looking up. He knew. He got it. "Don't worry," he assured her. "We'll find a way to make you more comfortable."
"I'd rather be cured."
"Well that is the ultimate goal but it's going to take some time. This is a very rare affliction and not something most women want cured." He tossed the file down on the counter and came over to examine her.
Gypsy smiled. "Well, if you haven't noticed by now, I'm not most women."
His blue eyes sparkled in amusement. "Could you lift up your shirt and unbutton your pants please?"
"Why don't we skip all of this nonsense and just remove the problem? I'm not that attached to having kids and probably wouldn't make a good mother anyway."
"We've already had this discussion many times and my position is as firm as your mother's. You are too young to fully understand the implications of removing your uterus. Neither your mother, nor Doctor Jonson, nor myself will perform the surgery so it is pointless to continue bringing it up."
As usual, she had managed to irritate Krull without really trying, so Gypsy did as he asked. She leaned back and let him feel her abdomen. His warm hands rested on her bare flesh and the contact made her nipples hard. She did her best to look bored but the truth was he was sexy, even if he wasn't her type.
Krull pushed around her abdomen for a few minutes, his face unreadable. Gypsy shifted and brushed her knee against his groin. She was surprised and amused to find he was erect. Interesting that under that cool, calm exterior he found her attractive. Well, maybe just fuckable. For his part, Krull didn't seem to care that she knew his dirty little secret. Instead, he just carried on with his examination, listening to her heart and probing her glands.
Finally, he took a step back and picked up her file. He made a few notes. "I'm afraid we'll have to adjust your medication again."
She'd expected as much. They'd been trying to get the right dosage for a few days. "Why am I not surprised?" She didn't bother to hide the annoyance in her tone.
Krull stared at her. "Nature is a difficult thing to fight, Gypsy. It always wants to win and will continuously adapt to ensure it does."
"I know, my mother already gave me the 'wonderful world of nature' lecture." She sighed. "I just hate being enslaved to this crap. I want to be rid of it so I can get on with my life."
"Come back tomorrow morning. I'll have a new serum waiting at the front desk. Perhaps the urge to mate with Kharon will fade with time. You're still developing and maturing, maybe you'll grow out of this," he offered.
Gypsy jumped off the table, buttoning her pants back up. "I sure as hell hope so, Doc. I can't take much more of this. See you in a few more days." * * * *