
Kingdom of Khal: Redeeming Davik Set in an ancient world peopled by strange races with paranormal abilities, Davik's story takes you to the Kingdom of Khal, where civil war between North and South threatens to tear the country apart. When the besieging army captures a beautiful Northern Rebel, the girl gives her word to submit to the two Southern Princes in return for their promise to neither force nor bind her. Almost from the start, Prince Davik regrets enslaving the North Country girl. Even more, he resents having to share Petra with his brother. But Davik, experiencing arousal overload, is unable to deny his body's insatiable demand for the quiet, mysterious beauty. After four days and nights of relentless sex, Davik realizes he can no longer take part in Petra's sexual coercion. He's poised to free the girl when his life is abruptly, tragically changed, and the tables are turned. Now cold, determined hatred threatens to destroy The Prince of Khal; only by love will he be redeemed. Davik discovers revenge to be a haunting victory while Petra risks love and life to repair the Southern Prince—and return him to power. |
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Excerpt “What is it about the girl?” “She’s quiet,” Davik said dryly. “That’s it!” Warrik snapped his fingers. “Good quality in a woman.” He grinned at his brother and went on. “I want her at least four times a day and several times at night,” he admitted. “I’d take her that often, too, if you’d let me.” “You’d hurt her.” “I’d hurt her,” Warrik agreed. “I’d probably hurt myself. She’s so—willing.” “She’s just keeping her word,” Davik grumbled. “She agreed to submit because she didn’t want to be bound—or raped.” “We weren’t going to rape her,” Warrik protested. “She didn’t know that.” Warrik looked surprised. Their horses vied for position and Davik reined his mount back. “We took her captive. She had no choice! She has none now.” “I thought it was conjugal. Conjugal sex,” his brother affirmed with bewilderment. “Or is that what you do to verbs?” “Conjugate is what you do to verbs. Conjugal is what you do to your wife.” Warrik was silent a while. “One of us should wed her,” he said, finally. “So I can conjugate without guilt.” The idea of wedding took Davik unawares. “Which—one of us?” “You,” he said decisively and grinned. Davik made a great show of considering this. “If I wed her, I might not want to share her anymore,” he pointed out. Warrik gave this his shocked consideration. “What? You mean, like not at the same time? We’d take turns?” “No. I mean, like you go find your own wife and leave us alone.” Davik grinned as his gelding moved forward a few impatient steps. |
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