DeSalvo, Doreen - The Prendarian Chronicles

Title: The Prendarian Chronicles
Author: Doreen DeSalvo
Series: The Prendarian Chronicles
Pub: Loose Id, LLC
Pub Date: May, 2005
ISBN: 159632127X
Genre: Futuristic Erotic Romance
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Setting:
Hero: Jason (For the Love of Rigah), Gray (For the Heart of Daria)
Heroine: Rigah (For the Love of Rigah), Daria (For the Heart of Daria)

Summary:

The Prendarian Chronicles

Humanity on the brink of extinction. A conquering species with a passion for peace. Two love affairs that will change two worlds. Forever.
For the Love of Rigah

Rigah, the most powerful woman on the world of Prendara, purchases a handsome Earther slave to serve as her consort. She's picked the one man who will challenge her will...and change the balance of power on Prendara forever.
For the Heart of Daria

A human who's lived under alien domination for her entire life, Daria vows to rid Earth of the evil invaders no matter what the cost—even if it means seducing a powerful alien sympathizer.

Excerpt:

Excerpt of For the Love of Rigah...

© 2003 by Doreen DeSalvo

Jason returned to the wreckage. How carefully he studied the mess, moving from one side to the other, peering underneath, rocking different pieces to discover where they were caught. So methodical. If he were not a slave, she might suspect him of being an engineer. He wedged the end of his blade into a crevice and leaned against the handle. A large piece of metal snapped out of the tangle. With the force of the release, he lost his footing and stumbled against the conveyance.

He hissed and grabbed his forearm with one hand as he straightened.

"You are injured."

"It's nothing." Blood leaked from between his fingers, staining his sleeve.

"Speak truth," she commanded.

"It's just a scratch," he said through clenched teeth. He bent and picked up his threshing blade, still holding his forearm in a tight grip.

"Show me." She stepped closer.

He lifted his hand and pushed up his sleeve. Blood ran from a long cut on his forearm. "You use the incorrect word. This is not a scratch. This is a wound."

She looked around. Darnal had not returned. She would have to tend his wound herself. Or order Eldin to do so.

There he was, filling a hole in the road, the boy standing beside him. "Eldin!"
Eldin rushed up to her, head bowed.

"Pry the remainder of this wreckage from underneath the conveyance." She turned to Jason. "Come with me," she commanded.

He gave her a wary look, but did not step toward her.

He had not the sense of a small child. "Your wound was made by farm equipment, filthy with dirt. If allowed to fester, then…" She made a chopping gesture across her own arm.

He said nothing, but his eyes widened in understanding. She took a step toward the conveyance, and he dropped his blade and quietly followed her.

She led him into the small back chamber that served as her sleeping quarters when she traveled by conveyance. Sparse, but she needed only the pallet and the cleansing station.

She took him to the cleansing station. "Remove your shirt."

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Excerpt of For the Heart of Daria...

© 2004 by Doreen DeSalvo.

Daria opened her eyes and found him—Gray...the target...God, the man who'd saved her life—gazing at her with a satisfied smile on his face.

She wanted to slap him. To slap that arrogant smile off of his face.

But it wasn't really an arrogant smile. He didn't look triumphant; he didn't look like a man who'd just made an easy conquest. No, his smile seemed...genuine. Tender. Like he was simply happy to have given her pleasure.

And he had.

Even his eyes were lit up with that smile, those stunning golden brown eyes, more compelling in person than in any of the holo-projections she'd studied. Amber eyes. And like amber, his eyes held secrets.

She knew most of them. But he didn't know it. And he didn't know that she had secrets of her own.

His fingers, the fingers that had brought her to a shattering climax, were still nestled between her legs. One finger was even partially inside her, a subtle invasion of her body, staking a claim. She felt unbearably exposed, looking into his smiling eyes while his hand rested on her most private parts. She couldn't think of a single thing to say.

She'd been prepared to fuck him to stay close to him. She'd steeled herself to endure it. To fake pleasure at his touch. To hide her revulsion, her hatred.

She hadn't been prepared to enjoy it.

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