On Vranthia, The Wasting is spreading, mutating, claiming not only the women of this fierce, warrior race, but stealing the lives of men, children, warriors, and now, some say, even the Elders among their race.
Rumors of the trion – the ancient joining of Vranthian, Darengy and Outworlder blood and magic as a cure – is growing beyond the halls of Prince Kuthar’s court. With his brother, Prince Draven’s recent joining, there is the first glimmer of hope for their people. But with hope comes lies and growing subterfuge. The Elders demand a rightful ruler and some will stop at nothing to get it.
Kuthar Balacjek – leader, warrior, and vampire is first in line to be the rightful king. Bred to rule from an early age, he has learned Vranthian laws, and their ancient history. He has studied their past, and fought their battles with the blood, sweat and ferocity, that only a true ruler can comprehend. But The Wasting is an enemy that even he is uncertain how to conquer. Will he find the answers he seeks in the ones whose fate he now controls? Or have they laid claim to his soul?
Cynthiana Rue – Cyn – has never been more irritated in her life. Space-napped by her best-friend and a misfit crew of alien vampires she is swept up in Vranthian legend, war and her captors’ unbridled passions. Will she fight for her freedom or give in to the unknown?
Ooen has known slavery his entire life. Bound since youth to guard the Elder, Vogeth, he has known a life of deception. And now, The Wasting has changed everything. Accused of Vogeth’s death, his fate now lies in the hands of the Vranthian ruler – something his human captive can comprehend. Will he too rebel, or will his magic help to set them all free?
Cyn’s feet suddenly left the ground, and she was staring at a very nice ass from upside down. Her stomach dug into his large shoulder, where he’d wrapped his arm around her legs, keeping them snug against his chest while the world bounced. He strode down the hall with her trussed like a sack of potatoes.
Fear and excitement spiraled as one. “Put me down this instant,” she finally admonished.
“No.”
“I swear to God, if you don’t release me I will make your life a living hell. Now let me go,” she ordered, pushing against the wall of his back.
To her utter annoyance, he didn’t even flinch. It was like shoving against solid stone. The only thing she hurt was her fists, and she swore she could feel him laugh. She thought about grabbing a hunk of his hair and yanking on it.
“Do not even consider it, Cynthiana,” he growled. A light shushing noise sounded, and he strolled through an opening. Turning abruptly, he dumped her unceremoniously onto something large and relatively soft. Skittering backward away from him, Cyn quickly took in her surroundings.
Soft-haloed light filled the semi-small enclosure. Pale walls and shining metals in smooth lines made up the room. She’d landed on a fairly large bed in what appeared to be some sort of lodging on his spaceship. Just thinking the word spaceship completely freaked her out. “What the hell are you going to do to me?” she hedged, putting as much distance between the two of them as she could get. Fear knifed through her as the seriousness of her current situation crept around the edges of her mind.
Her back smacked the wall, and she pulled her knees tight against her chest, glaring at him. To her dismay he just stood there looking at her; tall, pale, sexy as hell and deathly still. He was the epitome of gorgeous in all his delicious, pale glory. Her heart hammered loudly in her ears, while uncertainty coiled in her stomach.
The moment stretched, and still he said nothing. Silently, he watched her, seeming to take everything in.
Slowly, her heart rate began to calm. “What?” she whispered.
He canted his head, and pale eyes the color of moon glow glittered with hunger while a smug, dangerous and determined smile spread across his delectable mouth. Cyn knew she was in trouble. Her wayward heart accelerated. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, his voice soft, yet firm. His eyes glinted like flashes of lightning.
Cyn blinked, trying to process his request. “Oh, hell no,” she replied, shaking her head despite the flutter that crept through her belly.
“You can do it by yourself, Cynthiana, or I can do it for you. But one way or another, you will be naked in this bed. Now, take off your clothes.”
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