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Taking
Karre
(Divinity
Warriors 4)
by Michelle
M Pillow
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Alternate
Reality
Romance
Series
One
of
the
Divinity
Universe
Sir
Vidar
of
Spearhead
is
too
busy
guarding
the
borderlands
to
bother
with
the
headache
of
selecting
a
bride.
Ordered
to
marry
by
the
king,
he
plans
to
grab
a
woman
and
get
back
to
the
warfront,
never
to
think
of
it
again.
That
is
until
he
meets
the
alluring
Lady
Karre
with
her
teasing
eyes,
lush
lips
and
irresistible
ways.
Known
by
many
names,
inter-dimensional
thief
Karre,
has
only
one
purpose—take
down
the
company
that
ruined
her
life.
When
her
luck
runs
out
and
she’s
caught,
Divinity
Corporation
condemns
her
to
matrimony
on a
primitive,
warrior-filled
plane
where
Karre
soon
discovers
there
are
worse
fates
than
being
the
sexual
prisoner
to a
man
with
insatiable
carnal
appetites.
Before
long,
days
and
nights
filled
with
a
surfeit
of
sexual
bliss
becomes
something
neither
expected,
and
when
Karre
is
taken,
Vidar
is
forced
to
confront
emotions
a
battle-hardened
warrior
never
expected
to
feel.
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TAKING
KARRE
Copyright
©
MICHELLE
M.
PILLOW,
2009-2012
All
Rights
Reserved
Marriage.
It was
never
something
Karre
had
considered.
Well,
she had
considered
a fake
engagement
once,
but that
really
didn’t
count
since
she
would
have
gotten
off the
plane
before
saying
her
vows.
Here,
now,
standing
in the
main
hall of
Battlewar
Castle,
she
realized
there
was no
way
out—no
matter
how
often
she
searched
her
rope-bound
wrists
looking
for the
portable
jump
prototype—because
right
now, in
this
moment,
she was
getting
married.
A
crescendo
of
laughter
and
cheering
resounded
over the
hall.
The
boisterous
uproar
had been
going on
for some
time, as
excitement
pumped
through
the
crowd.
Women
wiggled
and
pranced
in their
tight
corset
tops and
billowing
skirts,
trying
to
entice
the men.
Some of
the
gigantic
knights
wore
lightweight
tunics,
others
leather
jerkins
like the
guards,
others
light
chainmail
and
pieces
of
armor,
and
still
others
wore no
shirt at
all. Big
metal
goblets
had been
set
before
them,
next to
matching
pitchers,
on the
long
rows of
rectangular
tables.
Muscles
bulged,
littered
with
puckered
scars
and
tattooed
designs.
The
light
came
from a
large
fireplace
on the
far side
of the
room.
Like
most
things
in this
place,
it was
immense
and
towering.
Woven
tapestries
lined
the
walls in
strips
of
material,
showcasing
coats-of-arms
and
various
symbols.
Karre
looked
around,
studying
the
artifacts,
wondering
how much
they’d
be worth
in
trade.
Not now.
Blend
in.
Karre
turned
her
attention
to the
head
table,
set high
above
the hall
at the
end of
the room
as a
place of
honor
for the
bridegrooms.
Out of
all the
ceremonies
on all
the
planes,
she had
never
seen
something
as
simple
as the
Starian
marriage.
Already
two of
the
women
had been
claimed.
Karre
frowned,
trying
to
remember
their
names—Jayne
and
Lilith.
She
hadn’t
really
been
paying
close
attention
from the
moment
it
became
evident
they
wouldn’t
be able
to help
her
escape.
The
women
had
discussed
fighting,
but
nothing
came of
it.
An
oversized,
ill-tempered
man they
called
Lord
Sorin
pointed
at
Lilith,
stating
the
single
word,
“Mine,”
and,
with
that,
they’d
been
married.
Next,
Lord
Ronen,
Sorin’s
brother
pointed
at
Jayne.
“Mine.”
And so,
too, was
Jayne
wed.
In a
way,
Karre
respected
it. No
pretense,
no lies,
just a
simple
point of
the
finger,
a single
uttered
word and
it was
done.
There
were no
promises
of
never-ending
love, of
happily-ever-after,
of
enduring
whatever.
She
looked
at
Vidar,
meeting
his
guarded
gaze.
Karre
tried to
smile at
him, but
he
quickly
turned
his eyes
away.
Her
smile
fell. It
wasn’t
like she
wanted
to be
married
to him,
she
assured
herself.
Why
should
she care
who
chose
her? All
the men
appeared
to be
well
built
and made
of
muscles.
Sir
Vidar
wasn’t
so
special.
He just
happened
to be
the
first
one of
them she
ran
into.
Besides,
it
wasn’t
like she
was
going to
actually
honor
vows she
didn’t
agree
to.
Karre
watched
him
carefully,
taking
in his
every
movement
while
trying
to
appear
as if
she
didn’t.
Vidar
looked
at her
again
and she
pointedly
ignored
him. Two
could
play his
game.
She
glanced
at Paige
before
turning
to look
over her
shoulder
at the
watching
crowd. A
grinning
redhead
in
bright
green
sunk
beneath
a long
table
filled
with
knights.
By the
way her
man’s
head
rolled
back and
his hand
slipped
under
the
table it
was
clear
the
woman
indiscreetly
sucked
the
guy’s
cock.
Karre
saw a
couple
of
others
do the
same
around
the
hall.
Oddly
enough,
no one
seemed
to
notice
the bold
behavior.
When no
one
spoke to
claim
Paige or
herself,
she
turned
back to
the
table.
Four men
remained,
presumably
one had
already
taken
Paige—the
first in
line, if
she
wasn’t
mistaken
by the
way he
tried
too hard
not to
look
directly
at the
woman.
Each
bridegroom
wore a
different-colored
long
tunic,
reaching
to the
knees,
over
tight
brown
breeches.
Woven
belts
were
knotted
at their
waists,
the end
straps
hanging
along
the
right
thighs.
All were
strong,
with
proud
eyes and
humorless
expressions.
The
first
limped
when he
walked,
but by
the way
he
stared
at the
other
bride,
Karre
easily
assumed
he
belonged
to
Paige.
Remaining
were Sir
Vidar, a
brown-blond
man with
a
pronounced
scar on
his
cheek,
and a
bearded
knight
with
irritated
eyes.
Blend in
Karre.
Right
now you
are a
bride.
If bold
behavior
was what
these
men
wanted,
then
that was
exactly
what she
would
give
them.
“Oh, all
right,
I’ll
start,”
Karre
announced,
drawing
attention
to
herself.
Paige
seemed
almost
relieved.
She
grinned
at the
bridegrooms
and
batted
her
lashes,
doing
her best
not to
look too
long at
Vidar as
she gave
the
others
equal
attention.
“My name
is Karre.
I like
jewels,
riches,
power,
servants,
fine
clothes
and to
be
worshiped
daily.”
She
paused
and
arched a
challenging
brow, “I
also
like to
get my
way. Any
takers?”
The
brown-blond
warrior
looked
horrified
by her
announcement
and
recoiled
in his
seat. He
ran his
fingers
through
his
short
hair
before
scratching
the scar
on his
cheek.
“Come
on,
gentlemen,
don’t be
shy,”
Karre
strode
before
them,
feeling
very
much
like an
auctioneer
selling
herself.
She
carried
her
bound
arms
like the
situation
was an
everyday
occurrence.
“I only
bite
when I
want
to.”
Sir
Vidar
cleared
his
throat
and
adjusted
in his
seat.
Karre
winked
at him,
unable
to help
herself
as she
witnessed
his
obvious
discomfort.
The
angry
man
snorted
and
shook
his head
in
denial.
Standing,
he said,
“I have
no wish
for a
bride.
Excuse
me.”
Karre
laughed,
highly
amused
by the
way he
practically
ran to
get away
from
her.
Perhaps
she’d be
the
first
woman in
their
history
to not
be
claimed.
She
supposed
if no
one
married
her, she
would be
free to
leave.
Ignoring
the
slight
ping to
her ego,
she
dropped
her arms
in front
of her.
“Here I
am in a
room
full of
warriors
and not
a one of
them is
man
enough
to
handle
me. I
must say
this
sets a
personal
record.”
“I can
handle
you.”
Sir
Vidar
stood.
“Mine.”
This is
a work
of
fiction.
All
characters,
events,
and
places
are of
the
author’s
imagination
and not
to be
confused
with
fact.
Any
resemblance
to
living
persons
or
events
is
merely
coincidence.
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Date: March
2012
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