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Enjoy this first written Terran Times Novella Available Now from Extasy Books Miranda Kenzic has come to grips with her life as a slave, but when circumstances bring her an Enjel she has to take a long look at what she really wants in life. Safety, or sanity? ***Warning! This book has an assault which may be offensive to some readers*** but this time Miranda and Osias get their conclusion. ****This book is a completed re-release of the story previously at another publication**** With Miranda ensconced in the Women's Aerie on Jela, Osias is honour bound to engage in his race's customs and practices to win his lady. If only someone else wasn't using those rules to cheat Osias of Miranda's time, everything would go much more smoothly. When a Leap of Faith isn't just a euphemism, Miranda will have to put her life in the hands of the one she loves. Let's just hope the right guy shows up...on time. Excerpt: She
was standing in the dining room with her hands folded in front of her
and her head down when they came through the door. Kimn, Myrik and what
was obviously another Enjel, possibly his Guardian. She kept her head
down. They took their places at the table. Whoever the male with them
was, he was definitely enjoying the view. She felt his eyes burning
through her clothing as she moved around the table, serving and
clearing. Through course after course, she served with her head down.
She listened avidly to the gossip of the Alliance and reports of raids
on trading centers, like the one that Kimn bought her at. Apparently
the Alliance was looking for something or someone. Finally,
dessert was served and a hot beverage brought on a tray. The dinner was
over, now for business. Kimn was exceptionally predictable. He always
fed his purchasers first, then gouged their purses. The Enjel spoke
first, a surprising move. “Kimn,
how much do you want for Myrik? His family has been looking for some
time.” The Enjel leaned back in his chair, watching her every move
with his black eyes. She
felt both hot and cold at the same time. Usually that meant she was
aroused or coming down with a cold. But she couldn’t be aroused by
just a look. Could she? A slight shiver went through her and he smiled. “Who
are you to him, to want to buy him back?” Kimn was taking on a
calculating tone. He
crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back calmly. “I am his
Guardian and I will have him back. Whether you accept payment or not.” “Three
thousand credits.” Miranda’s
mouth fell open. That was ten times what she had cost and three times
the original purchase price that Myrik had quoted to her during their
chats in bed. “Done.”
He tossed a data chip to Kimn and stood up. “Myrik, let’s go
home.” “No.”
He stood firm, the first words spoken by him since he had entered the
room. “What?”
The Guardian was impatient. “We are leaving now.” Myrik
stood and glared at his Guardian. “No, I won’t go without Miranda. I
need her.” At
this last sentence, Kimn let out a string of curses that was best not
translated. “You can’t have her, boy. She belongs here. To me.” “What
is a Miranda? Some sort of
pet?” His distaste was obvious. If Kimn valued it, it was bound to be
repulsive. “No,
this is Miranda.” Myrik ran over and threw his arms around her. In the
last few weeks alone, he had grown several inches. He now dwarfed her
frame, making her feel delicate by comparison, and his wings curled
around them.
“I am not leaving without her.” “Listen,
boy, we can get you another companion.” His
Guardian glowered, obviously displeased at the boy’s attachment to
this little alien. As a temporary bedmate, she was acceptable, but far
more attractive females waited in the women’s quarters at home. Still,
there was something in those eyes. “Let
me have a good look at her.” He seemed impatient and stood to take a
long assessing look at the creature in question. As
he walked toward her, she shrank back into Myrik’s embrace. He was
even larger than Myrik, closing in on six and a half feet of solid
muscles and black pinioned wings. Miranda took a deep breath and
straightened her shoulders, remaining in Myrik’s embrace, but meeting
his Guardian’s eyes. The lust that she saw there was plain, but what
surprised her was the weary heaviness that burned out of the black of
his eyes. She started in surprise to realize that his mind had touched
hers and quickly began to hum advertising jingles in her head to keep
any further intrusion to a minimum. His
black eyes widened in surprise at what he found. Then he began to grin,
then laugh. For
a moment, she saw the weariness leave him. “I
will take her as well.” “She
is not for sale.” Kimn’s voice was adamant. The
Guardian eyed her again, “Name your price.” Miranda’s
jaw dropped open, she stood mute. You never told a merchant to name his
price. It was financial suicide. “She
is the head of my household. She is the balance to my house. I would be
lost without her.” Kimn’s
voice had taken on a whine that she had not heard before. Perhaps he
really did not want to sell her. “I
will not sell.” “Either
give me a price or be prepared to have my men take us out of here by
force. You have one minute.” He was looking impatient now. Something
told Miranda that it was a dangerous mood to have him in. A
sudden blurt, “Five thousand credits! I couldn’t let her go for less
than that.” He
calmly reached into his purse and took out credit slips. He carefully
counted them out and tossed them on the table. “Done. Let’s go.”
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