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Monday, August 29, 2005

Jordan, Marilyn - Warrior Moon

Warrior MoonTitle: Warrior Moon
Author: Marilyn Jordan
Series:
Pub: Love Spell
Pub Date: March 1996
ISBN: 0505520273
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Setting:
Hero: Sarak
Heroine: Phada

Summary:
Resolving to avoid the male protectors of her homeland and thus uphold the ancient ways of her race, Phada, a beautiful Keeper, is distraught over her unwanted feelings for the handsome Sarak, who assists her on a perilous quest.
Excerpt:

     A faint noise in the bushes to her right was her only warning before a massive body launched itself from its hiding place by the side of the path and knocked her to the ground, tumbling her over until she was lying on her back and pinned in place.
     Sarak's warrior body was large and heavy and she had to fight hard not to scream or struggle.
     "Sweet mother, a woman," he grunted. He lay like dead weight on top of her and she was finding it difficult to breathe. "Who are you?"
     She had to swallow before she could answer. "My name is Phada," she whispered, trying not to let panic overtake her. "I saw you in the feasting hall, the night Dalcor seized power."
     Everywhere their bodies touched, she could feel only his bare skin. Did the man have nothing on? And if so, was their compromising position inciting his lust?
     "What do you want?" he demanded. She could feel him studying her face. "Dalcor set you to taunt me, did he not? May the sun scorch his already blackened heart. Does he think to test my willpower? He should know I have none left. Does he expect me to remain noble in this sun-cursed hellhole? I have no reason to do anything but please myself."
     "Sarak, we must talk about Mesara. I need your help..."
     "Hush, sweet lady." He moved his hand until it covered her breast. "You are welcome to everything I have to give."
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