Made for Two Champions On her twenty-fifth birthday, the queen of eYona must take her first lover. A competition is held and the strongest warrior wins the right to sleep at her side for a year. Yarionna has no choice in the matter—she must share her body with the champion. Camp has been in love with the queen for six years. During that time, the brutally handsome eYonan warrior has honed his body into the ultimate fighting machine. He’s determined to sweep the competition and make Yarionna his own. Unpredictable, impetuous and exquisitely male, Lieutenant Matchstick Maloney is just as determined to win. The Spaceforce officer from Earth hasn’t trained for six years but he’s inventive and resourceful. In short, he’ll cheat if that’s what it takes to finally bed Yari. While both men fight in the arena for the right to claim her, Yarionna falls to the force of their passion in the bedroom. Together the three lovers discover a prize far greater than any of them ever imagined. |
Excerpt Yarionna had never felt more confused in her life. Her heart warmed every time she set eyes on Camp and downright melted when she danced with him. He was everything a woman could possibly desire in a man—all broad shoulders and long, powerful legs. She loved the way he held her. She loved being close to him, one of her hands wrapped up in his big, strong hold, her other spread out on his steel-hard biceps. He was so wonderfully polite, his conduct toward her so considerate and attentive. In comparison, Lieutenant Maloney wasn’t polite or considerate. He was self-centered, daring and rash. Everything he did surprised and excited her. And, like Camp, the lieutenant affected her heart as well. She just wasn’t sure palpitations were a good thing. She found herself holding her breath in his presence, waiting for his next act, terrified of what he might do but craving the very behavior she found so shocking. How dare he ask her to dance? How dare he? Yet, how thrilling to come across a man with the audacity to ignore the rules of conduct, throw caution to the wind, step outside safe boundaries and do what no other man in the room had the nerve to do. His determination and sheer bald impudence fascinated her. And, despite herself, a part of her wanted to be like him, to match his moxie. To let loose and do the things that all young people craved. But, as the queen, she didn’t have that option. She couldn’t afford frivolity and spontaneity. She could only admire it. She should have been furious with the lieutenant for his lapse in manners. Instead, she just wanted to dance with him. She wanted to hear a few more words uttered in that rough, sexy accent. Protocol dictated she should ignore him for the rest of the evening and probably the rest of her life. But damned if she wasn’t going to share the last dance with him. Gathering her composure around her like a regal shield, she crossed the floor toward the bar where Lieutenant Maloney had recently caught up with his drink. Leaning back against the black marble table with his hand wrapped around a heavy pint of beer, his gaze followed her as intently as a mountain lion might regard a fawn that had stumbled into its path. When she asked him to dance, he lifted his drink to his sensually curving lips without breaking his stare. Under his brilliantly harsh gaze, it suddenly occurred to Yarionna that she might have made a mistake in asking him to dance. In doing so, she’d opened herself to rejection. She’d already learned that her title couldn’t protect her from this man’s insolence but she hadn’t thought that he would dare to turn her down, despite the fact that she’d done exactly that to him. And a man’s ego was no less fragile than a queen’s. Suddenly Yarionna understood how he’d felt when she’d rejected him. Suddenly she felt exposed and vulnerable to humiliation as she stood in the silent spotlight of his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with a mocking light as he set his empty mug down on the marble bar. His gaze roved down her body then slowly up again, lingering insolently on her chest. “I’ve about worn myself out, dancing tonight. Too bad you didn’t catch me earlier, when I was fresh. I guess you’ll have to try someone else.” Turning toward the arch, he sauntered away while muttering loud enough for her to hear, “Be sure to pick someone fairly tall, otherwise he’ll be tripping all over that pedestal of yours.” Stunned, she nevertheless managed to react quickly. Her voice followed him, ringing out like a bell across the hall. “Or I could just find a man with a big enough ego that my pedestal won’t be an issue.” He stopped and turned, his mouth flattening into a thin line, his icy eyes narrowing for a fight. “Unfortunately for me, there’s only one man here with an ego that big.” He tilted his head just the slightest, his starkly chiseled features taking on a dark, threatening cast. “You.” |
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