Chaldor is out today!

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     “Would you like more of the soup?” Kiana asked him.
     He shook his head, not wanting to inconvenience her any more than was necessary. As a pet, he did not have his own plate. Kiana fed him from hers. He should feel like a child. He certainly had objected to her feeding him when he was unwell. Somehow, having her feeding him now was entirely different. He definitely did not feel like a toddler being fed by its mother. It was a lustful, sensual business that had his cock swelling.
     Kiana was to blame. Whenever she put food in his mouth, she cupped his jaw with those long, graceful fingers of hers, stroking him as she pulled the silverware from between his lips. And she stared into his eyes until he felt like he was falling into the beautiful charcoal gray of hers. He was certain he had never seen that particular shade of gray before. It was an arresting contrast to her dark skin. If Kiana had been trying to seduce him on purpose, she could not have done a better job. It was a damned good thing the tunic she had purchased him covered his groin.
     “You have barely had anything to eat,” she said as the second course was served. “Are you feeling ill?” She frowned, pressing the back of her hand to his brow.
     “I feel fine.”
     “Then eat. Not even a week ago, you were at death’s door. You need your strength.” She held out a bit of meat on a fork.
     Obligingly, he opened his mouth, his eyes on hers. Fortunately, he was allowed to look her in the eye. He did not believe himself capable of doing otherwise. Kiana gently cupped his jaw as she withdrew the fork. Then she rubbed her thumb over his bottom lip to wipe away a drop of juice from the meat. Chaldor’s breath caught. Talk about a mind-fuck … this little virgin had him twisted in knots.
     There was something about her. Yes, she was beautiful. He had noticed that the first time he had opened his eyes and seen her standing over him. Beauty generally did not move him. Diamond, for example, was very lovely on the outside, but one look into her eyes was enough to let one know that she was dead inside. He was glad Kiana had objected when he had offered to sacrifice himself and go to Diamond’s bed.
     At night, he found himself thinking about Kiana’s smell, trying to identify the elusive scent. It was faint …yet intoxicating. When he found out she had given him her bedroom, he’d thought that was why he could not get the scent out of his head. But he had been almost painfully aware of her enticing fragrance all day today, as well. It was as though it surrounded him.
     Dessert was some type of custard topped with berries. Chaldor had never been fond of custard, so he declined to try it when Kiana offered. She dipped her spoon in and swirled it around before tasting it herself. “Mm, delicious,” she declared. “The berries are fresh.” She licked the back of the spoon. “Are you sure?” she asked, dipping her spoon into the creamy confection again.
     Chaldor shrugged and opened his mouth. The second the spoon touched his tongue, he almost came in his pants. He realized instantly that his reaction had nothing to do with the custard and everything to do with Kiana. She was feeding him from the same utensils she was using herself. The taste of the dessert had yet to even penetrate his senses. No. It was the taste of Kiana that had him on edge. She had been unwittingly doing this to him all evening.
     His eyes closed and he groaned. He surreptitiously dropped his hand into his lap to grip his cock. He prayed he would not embarrass himself in front of her family and a tableful of strangers.
     Kiana smiled. “You like it that much? Here. Have more.”
     He shook his head. “No!” One more bite and he would be done for.
     “What is happening? Is there a problem?” Queen Bettini asked.
     “No,” Kiana was quick to reply.
    “Then why is he raising his voice to you?”
     Kiana stroked his forehead and his cheek. “He is unwell. I had better return him to my chambers. I fear he may be suffering a relapse.” His resulting pained groan from her touch gave credence to her words. “Your skin is hot and flushed,” she said with alarm growing on her face. Chaldor wanted to explain, but not here.
     “Is it contagious?” Diamond asked fearfully. Her query was followed by several frightened gasps.       Those nearest him leaned away and covered their noses and mouths.
     “Not at all,” Kiana snapped, placing her napkin on the table as she stood. “If you will excuse us?”      She took Chaldor’s hand and led him out of the dining hall. He followed her stiffly. “Are you unwell?”
     Teeth clenched, Chaldor shook his head. He held his breath to avoid inhaling more of her fragrance. He was on edge and it would not take much to push him over. Once they reached her chambers, he sat on the dainty little chair they called a couch. When she would have approached him, he held out a hand. “Give me a moment, please.” She halted, nibbling her lower lip and wringing her hands. He closed his eyes against the sight of her. Though she was thin, she was shapely, with a full bosom currently accentuated by a square neckline that showed off too much cleavage for his peace of mind.
     “Are you in pain? Does your head ache?”
     He was in pain, but as there was nothing he could ask her to do about it, he shook his head. He could hear her footfalls as she began to pace.
     “Is there anything I can do? I can scan you again. Mayhap I missed something in my earlier evaluation of your health.”
     “Kiana, I am not experiencing a relapse. I am just … aroused.”
     “You… you’re…” She fumbled to a stop. “Oh.”

Chaldor Excerpt

As Chaldor is coming out this week, it's time for an excerpt. Enjoy!

     Chaldor did not know if he could trust this slip of a girl acting as his caretaker, but at the moment, he had no other choice. He was too weak from his injuries and lack of nourishment to attempt to leave this bedroom. She seemed honest, but one could never be sure.
     He wished he could remember what had happened, but could recall little after arriving to visit his parents. As his parents did not live on C15, he could only surmise he’d had some mishap after leaving them. But that would mean he had lost several weeks’ worth of memories, as his visits with his parents lasted for three or more weeks at a time.
     He settled in the bed, intending only to rest for a minute, and immediately fell asleep. When he woke some time later, he found her sitting at his side brushing his hair and running her fingers over his scalp while humming a song. Her voice was quite lovely. As was her face. It was slender and ended with a sweetly pointed chin. Her skin was very dark, quite possibly the darkest he had ever seen, and held a healthy sheen that almost glowed. She had inky chin-length hair braided in fat plaits that were at least two inches thick. Her eyes were her most arresting feature. They were large, charcoal gray pools and framed with lush lashes. When she caught him staring, she bit her lower full lip and her long, graceful fingers stilled as though she feared he would hurt her. She was tall, but thin, so he supposed she should fear him. He could snap her in half with little effort.
     “I-I was trying to get out some of the tangles,” she said softly.
     “I have been remiss. I have not thanked you for all that you have done for me.”
     “Oh, it’s been no trouble. I used to assist my father in healing. This is the first time I’ve done it alone, so I am relieved there was nothing seriously wrong with you.” She smiled, revealing straight white teeth.
     He shifted his legs, feeling himself getting aroused. With only the sheet as cover, he was certain the sight of his erection would be indecent. He struggled to a seated position and her hands slid from his hair. He ran his fingers through the thick mane to get it out of his face and quickly discovered the bandages she had placed. “How long have I been here?”
     “I have been caring for you only one night. I do not know how long you wandered.” She laid the brush in her lap and folded her hands.
     Chaldor cursed under his breath. If only he could remember something. As much as he might like, he could remember nothing. Trying to force the memories only made his head ache. Rather than focus on a task he could not accomplish, he moved on to an easier one. “Do you have anything clothing I could wear?”
     She frowned. “I suppose you could wear some of my late father’s clothes, although…” Her eyes flashed over his shoulders and chest. “You’re quite a bit larger than he was. I do not believe I have ever seen a male as large as you.”

Coming December 14....

As the illegitimate daughter to the queen of Colony 15 Kiana has no interest in power or politics, yet she’s horrified by her mother’s cruelty. When her mother orders an injured warrior from another colony to be thrown out with the trash, Kiana implores her for the opportunity to heal him. Kiana does everything she can to save him—including pretending to take him as a lover.

Chaldor wakes up in the arms of a dark chocolate angel with addictive kisses. He’s willing to play the part of her pet. Kiana is the only good thing on C15 and he will take her with him when he escapes. She’ll be his forever—even if there are people dead set against them being together.