Review
4.5 Blue Ribbons!
"SLAVES OF LOVE is an erotic and slightly voyeuristic treat. Find out if Shena can convince Keern of her innocence before it is too late by reading this enticing story."
--Romance Junkies
4 Hearts!
"It's fast paced, exciting, and there is a lot of sex... Slaves of Love is one of those books that will have you thinking long after you get done..."
--The Romance Studio
"...a well-written story about the healing power of love... very romantic as well as heart-warming. This book is for all the hopeless romantics."
--Cupid's Library Reviews
Product Description
From award winning author Opal Carew...
When Shena betrayed Keern, he swore revenge. Now she is his slave...
Shena is a pawn to her father's desire to extend his holdings. She's known neither kindness nor love, until one fateful day when she meets Keern. In a few passionate hours together, he teaches her what it means to feel loved and protected. She would do anything to protect him from her father's greed, but in a moment of weakness, she reveals Keern's identity and sets in motion a series of events that lead to his brother's death and her sale as a slave.
Keern believes Shena betrayed him. When she plays the venomous shrew to push him away and keep him safe, he falls for the act and grows to hate her. When his brother dies, he swears his revenge and tracks her all the way to the auction blocks. He purchases her for his slave, but will he find satisfaction for his rage or will the overwhelming sexual attraction they share make him her slave instead?
Caution: Mild violence and some gritty scenes.
*This story has been previously published.
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An excerpt of Slaves of Love:
Shena felt a hand slide around her naked body and pull her backwards
against a hard male chest. At the same time, another hand clamped over
her mouth, cutting off her scream.
"I won't hurt you," a strange male voice promised. The hint of an unfamiliar accent tinged his words. Off-world and educated.
She froze in absolute terror at being held in a man's grasp
while naked and vulnerable. Yet at the same time, the feel of his body
against hers set off some very strange feelings. Arousing feelings. Her
throat constricted painfully, and she clawed at the steel arm fastened
around her waist, desperate to free herself.
His grip tightened, pulling her more firmly against his body.
"Listen to me." His words rasped in her ear. "There's a group of
soldiers heading this way, so stay still and don't make any noise. You
don't want to draw their attention."
Soldiers? She froze in terror.
"They won't be content to just watch politely, like I did. If I remove my hand from your mouth, do you promise not to scream?"
She nodded. Whether he spoke the truth or not, she didn't know,
but she was too terrified to chance it. He released her mouth, but not
her body.
"Let me go," she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper.
"I don't think so, neisha."
His light, teasing tone sent her off balance, and his use of the
endearment confused her. Neisha was not a term an off-worlder would
use. In fact, with the slight drag on the last syllable... Could he be a
local?
"If I see your luscious body again, I may not be able to control myself." His words melted through her.
She became aware of her nipples tightening, her vagina
contracting. He'd watched her swim. Oh, God, he'd seen her taking
pleasure.
Memories of the pleasure rippled through her body, but this time
she imagined his gaze as a tangible feeling caressing her body as her
fingers caressed her intimate self. Images superimposed on her memory,
of him leaving his hiding place, of his strong, tanned hands touching
her body.
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