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Captured by pirates to be sold as
an Exotic, Dehlia has to find freedom while working around the elf
that lands in her lap. Available Now from Extasy Books Working for the Weavers Guild, Dehlia has gained a measure of respect and dignity in her work as an empathic Spinner. Her yarns, and the emotions trapped within them are sold for a high price. So is she. Waking up on a pirate ship is startling enough, but waking with an elf in her lap is beyond what a normal Terran in space could imagine. Taneus has traveled far to find her and free her, but she will be bound to him in more ways than she can imagine when he is done with her.
Excerpt: Dear
Gran, today I woke up with an elf in my lap. He is exceptionally cute
and has the most darling pointed ears. He also looks to be about six and
a half feet tall. You lied to me, you said elves were short. Dehlia
Maner winced as she stretched the limbs that the elf had landed on. Her
cot groaned as she sat up, unhappy with the extra weight. Whatever ship
they were on was not designed for support when it accelerated within an
atmosphere. “Hey, Blondie, come here often?” There was no response,
but she wasn’t expecting one. The deep, even breathing that he was
engaging in let her know he was out for the count. The fact that his
breath was heating her groin and inner thighs was distracting, but he
was too heavy for her to move on her own. The others who were sharing
the large sparsely furnished chamber with her had not been talkative,
and she had the feeling that they would not offer her assistance in
lifting the blond behemoth. It
seemed to Dehlia that a multitude of races were represented in this
facility, but none had more than one representative. There were no mate
pairs that she could see, and that alone made her try to recall how she
had ended up in this hold lined with cots. She
had been leaving a party, a shower for one of the weavers of her guild.
S’olon was going to marry her first three males and the l’nal would
be setting up a new household. It was very exciting and so all of her
guild mates, Dehlia included, gathered to assist her in furnishing her
first nest. Most
Terrans were a little leery of the giant spider race--instinct at
work--but Dehlia had conditioned herself to see them simply as another
race and to never think of those commercials with cartoon bugs screaming
and running for safety. Well, rarely. She
had been walking home from S’olon’s party and something had hit her
from behind. There was a pain in her lungs and then she was waking on
this ship. It was absolutely the weirdest thing that had happened to her
since she had left the Earth, and she had seen her share of weird. “Oy,
sleeping beauty, wake up.” She tried to slide her legs out from under
the elf, but his hands reached up and gripped her hips to keep her
still. “At last, signs of life. Can you let me get out from under you,
please?” Formality was always good, it tended to make people react on
instinct, no matter the species. He
groaned heavily into her skirts, his hands bunching the fabric in pain. “They
hit you, too, huh?” She ran her hand through his impossibly golden
hair and felt the lump at the back of his skull. Idly, she ran the
threads of his hair through her fingers and his groaning stopped. “It
will only last until the hair falls out, but you should be healed by
then.” She
was really wishing that he could get his face out of her crotch. The set
of his shoulders and the heat from his breath were starting an answering
heat in her. If his species was scent sensitive, then she was going to
be really embarrassed by her interest in his unconscious body. She
couldn’t help it, she was a sucker for a strong set of shoulders, not
to mention his pointy ears were so darned sexy. There was a bright side
to this abduction if she got to cop a feel. She was just reaching out to
touch when he lifted his head to stare at her with bright red eyes. His
voice rumbled over her skin and she tried to keep from wriggling in
pleasure. Now was not the time. “I know you.” “I
think I would remember if we had ever met.” She blinked her own hazel
eyes at him and sighed deeply. “I wish we had, but we haven’t.” “Why
am I in your lap?” A light flush mantled his high cheekbones, giving
his pale skin a rosy glow. “They gassed us for transport. I am guessing they threw you in here after I was already out. The landing was simply chance.” He still hadn’t let the fabric of her skirt go. She was held as tightly as if she was bound. She squirmed a little to give him the hint that he could let go. He didn’t take it. He opened his grip a little and was now cupping her hips rather than gripping her dress. It was still far more familiar than she was used to being five minutes after meeting someone, well, unless there were margaritas involved.
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