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The Devil's Concubine
Talin’s keen gaze was captured by a flutter of movement on the roof of King Andor’s palace as he guided his mount through the castle gates and into the inner courtyard. The brightly colored veil of a maiden flashed again as he looked up and he saw a cluster of young women along the waist high walls that topped one wing of the palace. They returned his perusal with unabashed interest and his lips curled faintly, for he knew, being mere man children, they could not see him nearly as well as he could see them and no doubt thought subtlety was unnecessary.
A nervous flutter of feminine giggles tickled at his ears as one turned to look at someone beyond his view. “Princess Aliya! You must come to see!”
His interest instantly sharpened. Tilting his head, he listened for a response, frowning when he heard nothing and wondering if she’d only spoken so softly he’d failed to hear, or not at all.
No matter. The maid had spoken to her, the one he’d come so far to see, the great beauty the man children were crowing about and gathering to squabble over. He knew exactly where she was and it would be no great feat to join her there.
He’d intended to confront King Andor about the insult to the people of Goldone head on, but upon consideration he decided he was more interested in assuaging his curiosity about the Princess Aliya.
After studying the façade of the palace for several moments, he handed off the reins of his mount absently to a stable hand and casually strolled away from the crowd that had bottle necked at the main entrance to the castle. The crowd thinned as he walked, peared to a handful and then only the occasional passerby. Moving to a small outbuilding, he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest and pretending no more than a mild interest in the wall before him as he assessed it. When no one passed after several moments, he discarded his boots and peeled his breeches off, tossing them aside.
He was on the point of shifting fully when it occurred to him that doing so might make climbing through the narrow window above him a little difficult. Shrugging, he merely focused on morphing wings and talons for gripping and launched himself skyward. The climb was harder than he’d expected, for he’d moved into a narrow cul-de-sac and there was little in the way of air currents to aid him.
He was only slightly winded when he grasped the window ledge with his sharp talons, however. Morphing from wings to arms once more, he grasped the edges of the window and leapt down onto the stone floor of a corridor.
There were two guards standing stiffly erect outside a set of doors some ten feet from where he’d landed. Either he’d made more noise that he’d thought, or the movement caught the eye of one of the guards, for he turned his head curiously. Unhooking the whip coiled at his waist, Talin flicked. The leather snaked out, the tip curling tightly around the man’s throat. Gasping, his eyes widening, he caught at the leather around his throat instinctively even as Talin yanked on the whip, jerking the man face down on the tiles.
A nervous flutter of feminine giggles tickled at his ears as one turned to look at someone beyond his view. “Princess Aliya! You must come to see!”
His interest instantly sharpened. Tilting his head, he listened for a response, frowning when he heard nothing and wondering if she’d only spoken so softly he’d failed to hear, or not at all.
No matter. The maid had spoken to her, the one he’d come so far to see, the great beauty the man children were crowing about and gathering to squabble over. He knew exactly where she was and it would be no great feat to join her there.
He’d intended to confront King Andor about the insult to the people of Goldone head on, but upon consideration he decided he was more interested in assuaging his curiosity about the Princess Aliya.
After studying the façade of the palace for several moments, he handed off the reins of his mount absently to a stable hand and casually strolled away from the crowd that had bottle necked at the main entrance to the castle. The crowd thinned as he walked, peared to a handful and then only the occasional passerby. Moving to a small outbuilding, he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest and pretending no more than a mild interest in the wall before him as he assessed it. When no one passed after several moments, he discarded his boots and peeled his breeches off, tossing them aside.
He was on the point of shifting fully when it occurred to him that doing so might make climbing through the narrow window above him a little difficult. Shrugging, he merely focused on morphing wings and talons for gripping and launched himself skyward. The climb was harder than he’d expected, for he’d moved into a narrow cul-de-sac and there was little in the way of air currents to aid him.
He was only slightly winded when he grasped the window ledge with his sharp talons, however. Morphing from wings to arms once more, he grasped the edges of the window and leapt down onto the stone floor of a corridor.
There were two guards standing stiffly erect outside a set of doors some ten feet from where he’d landed. Either he’d made more noise that he’d thought, or the movement caught the eye of one of the guards, for he turned his head curiously. Unhooking the whip coiled at his waist, Talin flicked. The leather snaked out, the tip curling tightly around the man’s throat. Gasping, his eyes widening, he caught at the leather around his throat instinctively even as Talin yanked on the whip, jerking the man face down on the tiles.
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Jaide Fox
77 books65 followersJaide Fox has always had a passion for fantasy and the paranormal, having discovered both at a young age and devouring every book she could get her hands on, watching every movie that even hinted at her interests. It wasn't until she was in high school that her mother introduced her to romance--and she was hopelessly hooked.
Eroticism has never really been a part of fantasy, nor romance, and Jaide craved to see the two combined. Not able to find anything on the current market, she decided she'd write her own books to satisfy herself.
Jaide hopes readers will enjoy her first offering from NCP. She has many more novels planned and is currently breathing life into other adventures.
She lives in the middle of nowhere in a swamp, surrounded by all sorts of wild creatures (including snakes and spiders--which she gets rid of on sight!) and one mottled black cat who ambushes her from time to time.
Also writes Erotic Historical Romances under Julia Keaton and Celeste Anwar.
Eroticism has never really been a part of fantasy, nor romance, and Jaide craved to see the two combined. Not able to find anything on the current market, she decided she'd write her own books to satisfy herself.
Jaide hopes readers will enjoy her first offering from NCP. She has many more novels planned and is currently breathing life into other adventures.
She lives in the middle of nowhere in a swamp, surrounded by all sorts of wild creatures (including snakes and spiders--which she gets rid of on sight!) and one mottled black cat who ambushes her from time to time.
Also writes Erotic Historical Romances under Julia Keaton and Celeste Anwar.
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July 12, 2012
Story line was interesting, but didn't flow well, at times I thought I had missed a page, because of the abrupt change within the chapters.
This story is an excellent example of a guy starting a war because he was doing his thinking with his little head (although the book describes him as large lol)
Female lead tstl, she does an about-face after he does her...gag and not in a good way.
This is a series, will try the next one, with the hope it flows better and has a smarter female lead.
This story is an excellent example of a guy starting a war because he was doing his thinking with his little head (although the book describes him as large lol)
Female lead tstl, she does an about-face after he does her...gag and not in a good way.
This is a series, will try the next one, with the hope it flows better and has a smarter female lead.
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February 23, 2010this cover makes me laugh
June 18, 2014
I like the premise of the story, but the Heroine is too fickle for my taste. I find her childish and spoiled. She is not strong in character from what I can tell and her feelings don't feel genuine. I'm strongly reminded of those girls from the MTV show, "My Super Sweet 16."
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