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Champions of Terra: Haldis Imperium - fifth and Final in the series. Available now! from Extasy Books. www.extasybooks.com After years of being encased in the armor of the Negotiators of the Alliance, Amy Tyrell is free. She can leave her armor. They take it off  and have her next assignment ready. A breeding partner for the most arrogant man in the Imperium, her old boss. He will have nothing to do with her, as his current focus is to find his favorite negotiator. He seems obsessed with finding his friend, and not looking beyond his own nose.  Until he sees the Terran flitting through the Imperial halls. 

Haldis Imperium Excerpt:

Amy steeled herself and dressed for formal presentation. Her Terran Champion markings clearly visible beneath the cropped top she was wearing, the waist of her skirt rising in a peak to just below her navel and falling in graceful lines to the floor. “Here we go.” She muttered under her breath as she walked through the corridor.

Entering the main audience chamber, Amy walked down the center of the room to the throne, where he was sitting. She dipped into a curtsy and kept her head lowered.

“So, you are the Terran Champion that Marvick and the council have been pestering me about. Well, raise your head woman, and lets have a look.” His arrogant tone began to slice through the thin threads that bound her temper, but she raised her head and met his eyes.

When she made eye contact, he looked startled. As if seeing something in her that she was unaware of.

She stood completely still as he eyed her up and down, his gaze lingering at her breasts and hips, and then strangely at her hands. "Not bad. Not amazing, but not bad.” His tone grated along her nerves. She had to wait until he asked her a question to speak. But, the pressure of his gaze and his insulting comments were causing her temper to flare.

He rose from the throne and began to circle her, taking in every nuance of her appearance and judging it.

“You have several scars on your arms and the back of your neck. What were you doing before they sent you here?” His tone held only polite curiosity.

“Working for the Alliance Council in my assigned profession.” Her answer was the simple and direct version that she had been trained to give when not in the safety of the armor.

“Just what was that profession?” He had stopped directly behind her and she jumped when he whispered the question into her ear. His warm breath sending ripples of sensation down her neck and beginning a slight increase in heartbeat that could be trouble for her.

“I…worked in the Trade Center.” Her answer was evasive. She knew he was up to something, but had no idea what.

“Trade…how, interesting. I suppose that you are unaware that the Alliance Council has offered me a considerable sum to delay the reproductive contract with you.” Her startled face made him laugh. “Apparently, they need your services immediately. Now why would that be?” He resumed his seat on the throne and met her eyes once again. He was amused, definitely, but she didn’t know why.

“I don’t know your highness. I haven’t received any notices from the council. This news is a surprise to me.” She was genuinely bewildered by his behavior, and only then noticed that she and Palden were completely alone in the room.

He withdrew a data pad from the table next to him. “Ah, here it is, ‘It is requested that Amy Tyrell of the Terran Protectorate be released temporarily from the procreative contract with His Imperial Majesty Palden VII, as her skills are required by the Alliance Trade Commission. Should she be carrying an heir by this time, it is the request of the council that she be allowed to consult in the negotiations for which her expertise is needed.’ Does that clear anything up for you, Tyrell?” He lifted a brow and tossed the data pad to her so that she could verify its contents.