Slaves of Love
Futuristic Erotic Romance
April 19, 2011
ISBN: 978-0-9869654-7-0 (ePub)
ASIN: B004YDNMEU (Kindle)
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When Shena betrayed Keern, he swore revenge. Now she is his slave
Shena is a pawn to her fathers desire to extend his holdings. Shes known neither kindness nor love, until one fateful day when she meets Keern. In a few passionate hours together, he teaches her what it means to feel loved and protected. She would do anything to protect him from her fathers greed, but in a moment of weakness, she reveals Keerns identity and sets in motion a series of events that lead to his brothers death and her sale as a slave.
Keern believes Shena betrayed him. When she plays the venomous shrew to push him away and keep him safe, he falls for the act and grows to hate her. When his brother dies, he swears his revenge and tracks her all the way to the auction blocks. He purchases her for his slave, but will he find satisfaction for his rage or will the overwhelming sexual attraction they share make him her slave instead?
4.5 Blue Ribbons!
"SLAVES OF LOVE is an erotic and slightly voyeuristic treat. Find out if Shena can convince Keern of her innocence before it is too late by reading this enticing story."
Carol, Romance Junkies
"It's fast paced, exciting, and there is a lot of sex
Slaves of Love is one of those books that will have you thinking long after you get done
Julia, The Romance Studio
"[Opal Carew] has done a great job in developing
a well-written story about the healing power of love. The passion
they share and the love that is built between them is very romantic
as well as heart-warming. This book is for all the hopeless romantics.
I know they will enjoy this as much as I did."
Kim, Cupid's Library Reviews
Shena stood in the center of the finely appointed room, feeling a little faint. Two leather chairs sat facing a large window, the drawn curtains hiding whatever view lay beyond. She longed to sink into one of the chairs and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep, but she knew she wouldnt be able to sleep even if she dared to sit. Which she did not.
Over the weeks aboard the trader ship, she had learned very well what happened when she disobeyed whatever man happened to be master at the time. Her back still stung from the lashes shed received, a punishment shed been told many slave owners preferred, probably for its entertainment value. Just like her father had. She preferred to avoid any more and she felt certain sitting without being given permission would be considered disobedient.
A door opened. She did not look at the man. That would be a sign of insolence. She kept her gaze cast downward.
Look at me.
She glanced up at him with unfocused eyes, making out the vague image of a tall, bearded man with dark, piercing eyes.
Keern stared at her, acutely aware of the hollows at the base of her neck and the gaunt look of her face. She had lost weight.
She stared up at him with eyes dull and lifeless, until her gaze caught on his and held. A glimmer of fear, and possibly pain? rippled across the placid blue pools, but no recognition.
He strode toward her and grabbed her chin, a little too roughly, and locked gazes with her.
Look at my face. Do you remember me?
Confusion washed across her features, then recognition sparked in her eyes.
Keern. His name shuddered from her. Her voice, trembling with torment, quavered slightly.
* * * * *
He savored the effect, committing it to memory, tucked away in a place he could retrieve it often to soothe the vivid recall of pain too long subdued. Inflicted by her. Of a heart too long shattered. Broken by her.
What are you doing here? she asked.
His gaze locked on hers and held tight. She shrank slightly.
I own you and I intend to make you pay for the death of my brother.
She stood trembling.
You lied to your father. You told him Id stolen your virginity. He and his men attacked my family. He killed my brother, thinking it was me.
She shook her head, her eyes wide and liquid.
I know, Keern. Im so sorry. I --
Shut up! he barked.
She flinched at his harsh words and he pressed towards her.
There is one reason, and one reason only, why you are here. So I can punish you for the pain you have caused. His jaw clenched around the words.
But I didnt --
Shut up! I dont want to hear your lies.
You wont let me explain?
Why should I? I remember all too well how good you are at deceit.
He stepped toward her. Her back stiffened and she refused to step back, but she couldnt quite hide the flicker of trepidation in her eyes.
Are you afraid of me? he asked.
She held up her chained hands, eyes glittering with defiance. The chain clinked together, swinging back and forth in an arc.
You hold the key to my destiny. You decide if I live or die. Id be a fool not to fear you.
Unwanted admiration flickered through him.
He took another step toward her, putting his chest within an inch of the tip of her breasts.
Keern expected her to retreat, to step back from his looming presence, but she stood firm, claiming a small piece of ground as her own.
Surveying her with a cool sweep of his eyes, intending to shake her damnable calm, he felt his body tense with anticipation of what was to come. Her simple, white gown followed the curves of her body in an alluring fashion and only two thin straps held it up.
Hed waited so long. Hed imagined his revenge a thousand times. Now he could barely restrain himself. But he would. He planned to enjoy this to the fullest. He would linger over every step. Her breasts rose and fell in an unsteady rhythm, though she held her head high and didnt flinch at his perusal.
Yes, he could wait. To feel her body writhe beneath
his own, as her vulnerable flesh succumbed to his strength. To taste
her sweet womanly flesh with his tongue, especially the honey-tipped
nipples that remained in his dreams, perpetually glazed with shimmering
droplets of water. To smell the womanly scent of her as she responded
to him, with the slippery glaze of feminine readiness. To see her
face, tilted back in the agony of blissful passion, overwhelmed
into vibrant submission. To hear her beg for the release only he
could provide, as he was so sure she would, then the strangled moan
of pleasure as she slipped from this reality to the little
death of orgasm.
Yes, he would enjoy this. But, if his desire was for revenge, why did his fantasy include her pleasure? Perhaps it was simply the male need to know he could satisfy his woman.
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