*Graphic Langue & Sexual Content*

by Michelle M Pillow & Mandy M Roth

“It’s now or never,” Michelle said, opening the door to the club slowly.   

Mandy shrugged and seemed even less enthused with the idea of being at the Raven than she did.  Michelle found that odd and gave her a questioning look.  “I forgot to ask how things ended with your date with Armando.”   

“Humph,” Mandy said.  “There’s not much to tell.”  

“You mean you didn’t screw him!”  Michelle didn’t mean for it to come out with as much surprise as it did.  

“Hardly,” said Mandy, rolling her eyes a bit.  “Armando is such a gentleman that he bailed before even setting foot in my place.”  

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Michelle said, holding the door open as a crying redhead ran past.  The girl came to a grinding halt before them and looked up.  “Sarah?”  

Michelle jumped when the girl broke out in an ear-piercing scream.  “Marcus is a were-rat!” she bellowed.  

“Cha!” Mandy said, not helping the situation.   

It was evident by Sarah’s behavior, that she had no clue that her fiancé was a shifter, let alone half-rat.  Michelle had always assumed that Sarah knew, heck everyone else at the Nocturnal Journal did.  She watched the young editor storm down the street in a dither and looked at Mandy.  “Was her bachelorette party tonight?”  

Mandy’s eyes widened.  “Oh, crap, yes!  I totally forgot about it.”   

Michelle nodded.  “Yeah, me too.  Good thing she’s not going through with it!”  

“Like heck we’re not!” shouted a loud voice.  “Get your late behinds in here!” 

Mandy and Michelle looked at each other and chuckled.  At the same time, they said, “Kelley.” 

Michelle peeked in the club door and found Sarah’s bridesmaids waiting for a table.  Kelley stood above the rest of the group.  Her short red-blonde was hard to miss, as was the smile of giddy excitement on her face.  Just below her in height, was Pennie, another strawberry blonde.  Pennie was one of those women with curves in all the right places.  She had a habit of attracting notice. 

Angie, the third bridesmaid, was about Mandy and Michelle’s height, if not an inch shorter.  Angie, a blue belt in Tae Kwon Do, was always ready to kick a little ass if the need arose.  Mandy had seen her in action once.  It was enough to want to stay on her good side. 

The last bridesmaid, Susan, had chocolate brown hair with red highlights cut into a very sexy bob.  And, by the looks of her Dolly Parton figure, she was ready to dance.  Susan grinned, waving Michelle over. 

Michelle glanced back, seeing Mandy hadn’t moved anywhere closer to the door.  She looked like a deer froze in headlights.  She frowned and reached back to grab Mandy’s arm, pulling her forward.  “They’ve already seen us and since when do you ever hesitate when going to a bachelorette party?” 

“Is…is Armando in there?” asked Mandy quietly. 

Michelle poked her head in.  Her heart beat just as nervously to see Dmitri.  He’d tried calling her a few times, but she’d refused to pick up, and she wasn’t answering her messages at work.  She knew it was childish, but she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react after what had happened.  Truth be told, she hoped Jaycee wouldn’t be working tonight, just so she didn’t have to face the woman’s knowing looks.   

Yep, thought Michelle, Mandy and I are both first rate cowards. 

“Hey, guys,” yelled Michelle to the group.  “You go ahead, we’ll find you later!  We’ve got work to do first!” 

The bridesmaids nodded and began filtering towards the back of the club.  When the coast was clear, she turned back to Mandy. 

“Come on,” said Michelle.  “I don’t see them.  It’s still early yet and maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t be here.  I don’t even see Jaycee at the bar.  It’s some new guy.” 

Mandy and Michelle relaxed, took a deep breath, and walked boldly in. 

“You’re not still going on about that psychic thing are you?” asked Michelle, as they made their way to the bar.  She knew it would be best to introduce themselves to the new guy before barging into the office to grab her computer.  The last thing they needed was some newbie drawing attention to their presence to the club owners. 

The tall blonde behind the counter turned slowly around and greeted Michelle with a white smile.  “Hi, what can I do you for tonight?”  

If she didn’t know better, she would have thought that was a proposition.  She put her hand out and did her best to avoid saying anything snide.  “I’m Michelle, who are you?”  

Blondie’s smile faded a bit.  He took her hand in his.  “Umm, I’m Mike.”   

“Are you sure?”  Michelle asked.   

Mike blinked and then looked around the bar.  She’d never seen a six foot three inch man look scared out of his mind and she didn’t like it.  “You wouldn’t happen to be Michelle Pillow would you?”  

“She’s one and the same, why?” Mandy said, taking a seat at the bar.   

Mike looked a bit green as he looked at the two of them.  “You must be Mandy Roth.”   

Michelle locked eyes with Mandy and did the ‘is this guy for real’ look.  Mandy shrugged, making Michelle nervous.  “Alrighty then, yep, that’s us, the terrible twosome.  Feel better now?”  

Mike cleared his throat and fixated on a ring of water on the bar.  He rubbed it over and over again with his towel.  Mandy touched his arm and he let out a yelp.  She laughed and patted him gently.  “Well, that’s a first for me.  I’ve never made a lycan nervous before.”  

“Hey, how’d you know I’m a lycan?” Mike asked.   

Michelle perked up.  She was curious as to how Mandy knew that, too.  “Did I forget to tell you that I’m physic too?” she asked, laughing.  “No, seriously, Dmitri mentioned that his cousin Mike was coming to town and would be helping out at the bar.  You’re here, blonde like Dmitri, helping at the bar, and named Mike…what else was I supposed to think?”  

Dimtri’s cousin?  Michelle paled as she thought about another lycan with Dmitri’s genes being within a ten-foot radius of her.  She already had enough issues with fighting her attraction to him.  She didn’t need it doubled.  

“OH!” shouted Mandy.  

Michelle and Mike jumped.   

“What?” Michelle asked.  

            Mandy’s eyes widened as she looked at Mike.  “You keep telling me how much you ‘don’t like’ Dmitri and the physic did say you’d be mounting a wolf soon.”  Mandy gave a meaningful look at Mike.  Michelle’s stomach went to her throat and she felt like she was going to be sick.  “Maybe, you’ll be riding him by the end of the week.  That is, if you really don’t like Dmitri.”  

            Michelle looked at Mike in horror.  The lycan bartender chuckled mischievously and winked at her.  “I…I already told you, I don’t believe in psychics.” 

            Mandy and Mike’s laughter followed her as she went back to the office.  What in the hell was Mandy thinking?  Didn’t she realize Mike would more than likely tell his cousin about it?  The last thing she needed was Dmitri with more ammo to use against her already ragged senses.   

She hesitated at the office door and was relieved to find it was empty.  Finding her laptop sitting on a desk, she froze.  What was it doing out and on a charger?  Hadn’t she been writing about a lycan and….  “Oh no.” 

Michelle felt the blood draining from her face.  What if Dmitri opened her files?  He was the last person she wanted to read her books—especially this last book.  She’d named the Russian lycan Dominik, and he looked suspiciously like a certain lycan she knew.  The character even kissed like that certain lycan. 

“Oh, please, no.  Don’t let him have read it,” whispered Michelle to herself.  She hurried forward, opened it up, and turned the computer on.  Her book instantly flashed up on the screen, right where she had left off.  Michelle paled.  It would seem she was so caught up in the writing, she had accidentally written the name Dmitri several times where it should have said Dominik.  “Oh, please, no.” 

Michelle hurriedly clicked to replace Dmitri’s name with the right one.  If he did read it, she’d be able to at least lie and say he imagined his name on the screen.  She tapped her fingers impatiently waiting as the computer worked.  In agitation, she began to pace. 

“Oh, glad to see it’s working.  One of the guys kicked it and I charged it up so you could get in and check it.  What you working on anyway?” 

Michelle paled, turning to look at Dmitri.  He looked really handsome in his dark slacks and black silk shirt.  She was stunned to silence. 

Dmitri crossed over to the computer to check on it.  “Is it working?” 

Michelle came to her senses and ran forward to close the screen.  “Yeah, its fine…I was just—” 

            “What’s this?”  Dmitri sounded surprised.  He let loose a low chuckle.  Who’s this Dominik you’re replacing me with?” 

            Michelle made a weak noise and tried to push past Dmitri’s shoulder to get to the computer.  He caught her in his arms and pulled her into his hard chest.  A slight smile curled his lips. 

            “I see you’ve been thinking about me,” he whispered down to her.  Then, glancing at the computer screen that seemed to be frozen on a particularly hot sex scene, he let a grin spread over his features.  Her heart skipped at the purely sexual look.  “By the looks of it, you’ve been thinking about me a lot.” 

            “No, I…no,” said Michelle.  Weakly, she lied, “I wrote that before I knew you and it didn’t seem appropriate to leave it like it was.  I didn’t want a misunderstanding.  It’s just a book.” 

            Her excuses sounded lame even to her. 

            “How come you haven’t returned my calls?” he asked, instead of calling her on it.  He leaned his forehead close to hers, not touching, but blocking everything but his eyes from view. 

            “I’ve been busy,” she whispered.  It felt so good to be in his arms.  She shivered slightly.  “Ah…work.” 

            “Your work’s been here,” said Dmitri. 

            “Well, there is research,” she uttered.  “I’ve been doing research.” 

            “For your book.” 

            “Yes.  For my book.” 

            “Hum, well if you really want to know my opinion, you’ve got it all wrong,” said Dmitri. 

            Michelle was weak from his nearness.  He smelled so good.  His lips were so close.  She wished he would just kiss her.  “I do?” 

            Dmitri smiled and said, with a nod to the screen, “That is not a lycan’s favorite position and those are not the sounds we make in bed and that is definitely not what my body looks like naked.  If you like, I’ll show you the correct way to rewrite all three points right now.” 

            Michelle gasped in horror.  She’d been hoping that he hadn’t seen what was there, as he only glanced briefly at the screen.  But, by the look in his eyes, he had been able to read the whole page in that brief second.  He leaned down to kiss her.  Michelle panicked and slammed the screen down, nearly breaking her laptop.  She didn’t care. 

            “Hey, Dmitri!  We need some A-neg up here!” called Mike from the bar. 

            “I’ve got to go,” said Michelle, beyond mortification.  “And you have to get to work.  It was nice seeing you again.  Maybe I’ll see you around.”   

            She pushed from his chest so hard that he was forced to let her go.  Ok, so her parting comments were really lame.  But, what else was she going to say to him?  Please throw me down on the floor and do me doggie style in the name of research?   

            Coming to the bar, flushed and panting, she commanded Mike.  “Five shots of tequila!” 

            “What?  Did I interrupted something?” laughed Mike.  He didn’t move fast enough for Michelle’s liking. 

            “Now!” she growled. 

            “Easy, baby, easy,” said Mike, grinning widely.  “If my cousin didn’t fulfill your prophecy, I’ll be happy to step in.” 

            “What is it with you…wolves?” she muttered.  Then, leaning up, she reached over the bar, grabbed a bottle of the first liquor she could reach and a shot glass.  Pouring a shot, she downed it and began to cough.  Her throat burned so badly that her eyes teared.   

            “Oh, love, no.  That’s Old Crow.  Here, let me get you some tequila.”  Mike took the bottle from her and put it back behind the bar.  Then, grabbing a clean glass, he winked at her.  “In fact, let me make you something special.”
 

“Every damn chance I get.  It’s the only way to get through to her.  She’s into Dmitri, but won’t admit it, throwing you into the mix is enough to shock Michelle into admission.”  

Mike leaned down on the bar, coming face to face with Mandy.  “Yeah, shock her into admission or get me killed.”  

“Oh, gawd you got the drama genes in the family, didn’t you?”  She put her and up.  “Wait, don’t answer, you scream overdramatic…well, that and sexy.  What is it with immortals?  Do they only select the finest from the pool?”  

“You’re losing me,” Mike said in a low voice.  

“Why am I thinking that’s not hard to do?” Mandy said with a smile.  “Do you stand around looking sexy all night, or do you actually serve drinks too?  I want a vodka-sprite.”  

He smiled and fixed her drink.  Mike moved closer, but Mandy refused to move.  If he thought that invading her personal space would make her back down, he was sorely mistaken.  She met his grey-eyed gaze with a look of determination.  

“Word has it that you’re Armando’s girl,” Mike said, so close that his hot breath moved her hair. He pushed her drink towards her, leaving his hand on the glass.  

Mandy’s eyes widened.  “I’m sorry, but did you just say I’m someone’s girl?”    

He glanced down at the drink before him.  “So, you’re saying that you’re not Armando’s?”  

She moved her hand over his and pulled the glass to her, bringing Mike even closer.  “I’m not his anything.  He’s seen to that.”  

“Are you free game them?”  

She rolled her eyes.  “I’m no man’s game, especially not Armando’s.”  

Mike stood up quickly.  Cool hands moved over her shoulders and she felt the static energy of a vampire behind her.  “Is that so?” Armando asked, sounding amused. 

Mandy didn’t turn around.  She locked eyes with the very scared Mike, but spoke to Armando.  “Come out of your crypt long enough to chastise me?  I’m surprised that you came out at all.  You haven’t bothered to speak to me since your little revelation.”  She knew that she was being hard on him, but not calling or speaking to her since their supposed date was not acceptable behavior.  

He moved his arms around here more.  “I thought you needed some time.”  

“Time for what?  To digest the fact that….” Mandy was cut off by a loud shrieking sound.  

“Ohmygawd girl, get your butt out on the dance floor!” Kelley shouted.   

Mandy turned and looked into Armando’s dark eyes.  She let her gaze go hard, letting him know that she wasn’t happy with him.  He tipped his head down in acknowledgement of her displeasure.  

Pennie pushed past on her way to the bar, and let out a whistle when she saw the hunky new bartender.  She ordered drinks ,with a side of Mike, for the group.  Mandy couldn’t help but laugh as they headed out to the dance floor.  “Hey, check out the blonde over there!” Pennie said motioning to the end of the bar.  “He’s been singing Journey songs and praising the Queen since we got here.  I think his name is James.  What a hunk, but my gosh, is he always so….”  

“Eccentric?” Mandy said laughing.  “You haven’t seen anything yet.  Where did Angie go?”  

“Oh, she and Susan are requesting some songs.  The DJ they have in tonight really needs to liven it up a bit.”  

“Doing the Butt,” pumped through the sound system loudly.  Mandy and Pennie giggled as they met up with Angie and Susan on the dance floor.   

“I haven’t heard this in years!” Mandy shouted.  Someone gripped her butt firmly and she turned slowly, expecting to see Armando.  She died laughing when she saw that it was Kelley.   

“Well, shake what your momma gave you girl!” Kelley yelled over the music.  

“Don’t you have something to review?” Mandy asked, trying to get out of dancing.  All the girls surrounded her, drinks in hand, and she found herself caught up in the moment.  It felt good to let loose and have fun.  

“What, you going to go complain to the management?” laughed Mike with an unconcerned wink. 

Michelle scowled at him as he went to attend to other customers.  She wasn’t one who normally drank, but she wanted to forget tonight ever happened.  She could never look Dmitri in the eyes again.  Not after he read her…fantasy.  Not that she’d ever consider doing what she wrote, but it’s not like he’d believe it. 

“Hey, there you are!” Mandy shouted, grabbing hold of her arm.  “Come on!”  

Michelle eagerly followed, but not before taking her last shot of tequila.  Anything was better than stewing over the office incident.  Mandy’s plan most likely ended with drinking and men.  As she stumbled drunkenly, Michelle realized she didn’t care at the moment.  Besides, most of Mandy’s ideas ended that way.  

As they walked past the crowd, Michelle saw that she wasn’t off the mark at all.  At least twelve men surrounded the bridesmaids.  They cleared a path and let the two of them through.  It was oddly comforting to be surrounded by strange men. She felt a dark beast trying to dance close to her and artfully danced away from him.  The last thing she needed was another man trying to get down her pants. 

“Lycan’s are the best!” Susan shouted.   

Michelle cringed when she heard that they were werewolves too.  Of course they are!  Every freaking man in the tri-state area is! What am I, a wolf magnet? 

Seeing a big, blonde giant of a man in some very medieval-like attire, she instinctively knew he wasn’t half wolf.  Making a beeline straight for him, she said boldly, just to be sure, “Are you a werewolf?” 

“No, I am Prince Ualan visiting here from Qurilixen,” he answered, his voice deeply rich with a strange accent. 

“Which country is that in?  Russia?” asked Michelle, confused. 

He leaned in and whispered, “Qurilixen is my planet.” 

“Oh, ok then, very good,” said Michelle, drunkenly thinking an alien was definitely better than a werewolf.  “I will dance with you.” 

A half smile came to the man’s lips and he shrugged as he pulled her into his arms.  His movements were strange, but he definitely felt all warrior human male beneath his clothes.  He was handsome, a wonderful dancer, and when he spoke he oozed sophistication and charm.   

Then why am I still thinking of Dmitri? 

Angie ran across the dance floor waving her hands in the air.  The song changed to Walk Like An Egyptian and Michelle knew who responsible for that.  “I refuse to walk like….”  

“Here,” Mandy said, eyeing the blonde giant with a smile.  The Prince bowed and let his dance partner go.  Mandy thrust another drink into Michelle’s hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to the nearby table.  From the way Mandy staggered on the dance floor, she’d had enough for the both of them.  Normally, Michelle would have taken the high road and held back.  Tonight, she handed her keys to Kelley and seized hold of the drink, gulping it back.  Liquor curled in her stomach, but it didn’t completely kill her mortification.  

“Someone should write the number to the cab place on our foreheads,” Mandy said laughing.  “I would, but I used the last of my marker writing your number on the men’s room wall.”  

Michelle hoped that she was kidding.  Knowing Mandy, she wasn’t.  Susan walked out with a gift bag.  “Since Sarah took off, does this mean we keep our gifts?”  

Mandy leaned forward and peered into the bag.  “Depends, whatcha got here?”  

Susan laughed and handed the bag to Michelle.  “Here, you open it.  Mandy already has one!”  

Michelle balked as she took the gift bag.  They always labeled her the prude.  Granted, she wasn’t Ms. Adventurous in the bedroom, but it wasn’t like she was a virgin either.  Frankly, some of Mandy’s bedroom stories just scared her.  She wasn’t sure she bent that way.  

She reached her hand in and pulled out the strangest, most elaborate gag gift she’d ever seen.  Purple, veiny, and ten inches long made her eyes wide.  “Where’d you get this novelty at?” 

“That isn’t a novelty,” laughed Angie. 

“Well, I guess it depends how you’re using it,” said Kelley, dancing close to a handsome lycan. 

“This can’t be right,” said Michelle, blinking in awe through the fog in her brain.  “I didn’t know they came in this size!”  

            “Oh, sweetie, you’ve been with the wrong men if they don’t compare to that.  See, that’s not even the largest you can buy.”  Pennie pointed at the back of the packing.  Michelle flipped it over, and her eyes got really wide.  She was amazed to see all the shapes they came in.  

            “Open it up.  It can be my new sphincter…scepter!” Michelle said, her speech slightly slurred.  “I proclaim myself, Leader of the Sexually Fed Up!”  

            Pennie opened the package and handed the veiny dildo back to Michelle, laughing so hard that she almost dropped it.   

            “Why does it have a hook on the bottom?  Does it double as a fishing lure?”   

            Mandy grabbed her arm and stood her up.  “Okay, that’s enough play time.  Hand it over now,” she said with her hand out.  

            “No,” Michelle said clutching the toy tight to her chest.  “Not until I figure out what the hook on the bottom is.  I may not have been with as many men as you, but NONE were shaped like that.”  

            Mandy seemed preoccupied with something behind Michelle, but she didn’t turn around to look.  This was the first time in a long time that she’d allowed herself to be so free.  Mandy touched her arm and laughed.  “It’s a butt plug, Michelle, now relinquish the dildo.”  

            “I’m keeping the Dmitri, its mine now,” she said, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably.  

            “Hmm, interesting slip….  Freud would have a thing or two to say about that,” Dmitri’s deep voice said from behind her.   

            She froze, still clutching the dildo to her chest.  She locked eyes with Mandy and silently pleaded with her to confirm if Dmitri had been standing there the entire time.  Mandy nodded and took the large toy from her.  

            Angie grabbed it from her and turned it on.  Even with the horrible 80’s music blaring, the distinct sound of the vibrator could be heard.  All the girls, expect for Michelle, laughed.  

            “Two slips in one night,” said Dmitri.  “I’m beginning to think you care.” 

            Michelle was too drunk to respond. 

            “Come dance with me,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills over her neck.  She didn’t dare turn and look at him. 

            “I don’t dance,” she lied. 

            “I saw you.  Come on, just one dance,” said Dmitri. 

            “I don’t dance with lycans,” she uttered darkly.  Her voice was sharp from embarrassment and the only plan she could come up with was to put Dmitri off so much he never wanted to talk to her again. 

            “Really,” he growled, spinning her around to face him.  “Then what were you doing out there with them?” 

            Michelle followed his fingers to the floor where the pack of wolves still got down.   

            “What were you doing all cuddled up to that shapeshifter?” continued Dmitri. 

Michelle blinked heavily.  She looked up into his grey eyes.  If she wasn’t mistaken, he looked jealous.   

            “I,” began Michelle weakly.  Her head spun.  The music suddenly seemed too loud.  “I should call a cab.  I think I need to go home.” 

            James moved on the bar and began unbuttoning his black jeans.  Susan, Pennie, and Angie were on him in an instant, stuffing money down the waistband of his bikini briefs.  Mandy still wasn’t clear on how James had ended up on the bar, stripping for the party, but there he was in all his glory.  

            Kelley thrust money into her hand and gave her one good shove towards James.  Mandy tried to stand her ground, but her heels weren’t helping.  She tumbled into James and ended up grabbing hold of his legs to keep from falling over the bar.   

            He laughed and bent down.  “Nice of you to join us, love,” he said with a wink.  “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”  

            “Please,” Mandy said, sarcastically.  

            James touched her check and let his tongue roll out and over his bottom lip.  “I’m irresistible.”  

            “I’m afraid that you’ve mistaken me with a girl who is drunk enough to buy your bullshit!” Mandy said, pulling back slowly.  “Give me a few more shots and I’ll be there!”  

            “Where’s the toy that you and Michelle were playing with?” he asked, looking hopeful.  

            “Oh, I shoved it in Michelle’s bag.  I’ve already got three of my own.”   

            “Hmm,” James said, inching towards her.  “Sounds like fun.  Can I play too?”  

            Mandy cringed at the thought of James sharing her favorite toys.  “Thanks, but I’ll pass.” 

            James clutched his chest, stood tall, and sang,  “Oh, Mandy, you came and you gave….”  

            “STOP!” Mandy shouted, not wanting to hear him belt out any more tunes.  “If I stuff money down your pants will you promise to never sing to me again?”  

            “Nope,” James said, with a laugh.  “But I’ll promise to stop doing it tonight.”  

            “Fair enough,” she said, reaching up to stuff the money down the side of his pants.  He turned quickly and pushed his hand over hers.  In an instant, Mandy’s hand was nestled in the patch of curls, and brushing against his cool erection.  

            “MANDY!” Armando shouted.           

            She jumped, accidentally pulling James face first off the bar. They toppled backwards.  Her skirt rode up as her legs flew high in the air.  James landed on top of her, his head buried between her legs.  

            James said something muffled, before lifting his head slowly, his blue eyes locking on her.  “I knew you’d be a Brazilian fan!”  

            “Get off,” she said, shoving at him.  He rolled over on his side and she sprang to her feet. She looked up to find Armando standing there, staring at her.  He looked hurt beyond words and that broke her heart.  He spun around and stormed away.  

            Mandy stepped on James in her attempt to get to Armando.  She didn’t turn around when James groaned.  It would serve him right to be impaled by her heel.  

            “Armando, wait!” she cried out, catching a glimpse of his long hair as he walked out the front door.  

            She tried to follow him, but he tossed his hand in the air, and the door to the Raven slammed shut in her face.  It took Mandy less than a second to go from worried to pissed.             

THE BARBARIAN PRINCE
Michelle M. Pillow

Futuristic Romance
Cover art by Eliza Black
(c) copyright 2004

ISBN 1-58608-446-1

Breaking up was never so hard…

Going undercover at Galaxy Brides as one of the prospective mates to these Viking-like barbarians, Morrigan has no intention of getting chosen to stay. But, when Ualan of the Draig picks her to be his wife with the aid of his mystically glowing crystal, it is all she can do to say no.

Waking up from a drug induced night of torturous and unfulfilling pleasures, Morrigan discovers her spaceship has left without her and Ualan is claiming she is his wife. It’s not exactly the story this reporter had in mind. And to make matters worse, Ualan refuses to take no for an answer.

Being cursed by the Gods was never so frustrating…

Prince Ualan is like all others of his race on the male dominated planet of Qurilixen. He is raised to trust the mystic powers around him and when it comes time to marry, he is ready to follow those powers to choose his life mate. When the stubborn, yet achingly beautiful, Morrigan refuses to accept their shared fate and his supreme authority over her, it is all he can do not to break her lovely neck.

THE VALKYRIE
Mandy M. Roth

        What would you do if one of Hollywood’s leading heart-throbs only had eyes for you? That’s the question that Valerie Falkyr is facing. After a chance meeting, and a minor misunderstanding she suddenly finds herself the object of one of films darkest hunks. In the beginning it’s overwhelming to have the attentions of someone so famous directed at her, but soon she sees a darker side of Guytano, a side that fans don’t get to see.