Release Today! Excerpt two in excerpt-palooza

Three blogs, three excerpts, three chances to preview the life-changing read that is--"Seducing the Enemy"....

Okay, maybe not life-changing, but...I think you'll enjoy it. This is excerpt 2 (in order of heat and story progression). For excerpt 1 hit my blog, and for excerpt 3, head over to the Nightwhispers blog.

Thanks for reading!! Hugs and happy Wednesday!

Anna J. Evans

Seducing the Enemy
By Anna J. Evans
Naughty Nuptials Quickie
Available May 23 2007
Ellora's Cave
Link: http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=AJE



BLURB:

Astrid escapes the planet where her tribeswomen have been exiled, determined to find Prince Jorunn and force him to fufill an ancient prophecy--the one that fortells of their marriage and the savior of Astrid's people. She's going to kidnap the man and handfast with him, no matter what he has to say about it, and no matter how much she longs for love and a true marriage of the heart.

The last thing she expects is that she'll find the man of her dreams while seducing the enemy.

EXCERPT:

He could have her, right here in the bar, if he so desired. Here in the shadows, a man could get his cock serviced, by mouth or cunt, any time of day or night as long as he and his juicy girl kept the noise at a respectable level. Not many bar patrons had the cash to rent a room, but the owners of these places knew that women were as good a lure as any when it came to drawing in customers. They and the other patrons would turn a blind eye, and he could be buried balls-deep in her sweet little pussy in less than ten seconds.

And her pussy would be sweet, he had no doubt about that.

“I’m not buying tonight. You’re wasting your time,” he said, turning his eyes to scan the bar. If he kept looking into those liquid blue-gray eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist temptation much longer.

“I don’t understand. I have nothing for sale,” she said, her tone frustrated as well as…something else. Desperate? Why would such a woman be so anxious to score a client?

She was beautiful, stunning enough to engage dozens of men a night. In fact, she was almost too beautiful. Even if she came from one of the less socially desirable tribes, this one should have been able to find a man to handfast with her. She should never have made it to such a low place, forced to earn her living by men’s use of her body.

“What’s your name?” Jorunn asked. There was something off here, something that alerted his fine-tuned survival instincts. The traces of moon dust left behind at the sword’s resting place had been a perfect match to Moon Three, but the way the dust had been so carelessly strewn about the crypt had made him wary from the start.

It was too easy, too sloppy for a criminal capable of slipping past his father’s guards and gaining entrance to the crypt in the first place.

“Astrid. My name is Astrid.”

“Astrid. A beautiful name, and a beautiful woman.” Jorunn spoke the words slowly as he scanned Astrid’s small frame. The blue fabric wasn’t cloth at all, but some sort of animal scales, not anything like the women’s clothing he’d seen for sale in the system’s many shopping satellites.

She was most likely a citizen of one of the more rural planets where they still made their own coverings, which only increased his suspicion. Women from the outer reaches rarely made it to the Endelvean regions. Their men were fiercely territorial and prostitution was illegal on all of those planets. No woman was allowed to go unmated, no matter what her social status, especially not one as stunning and fertile-looking as this one.

“And what is your name?” she asked, a frown twitching at her lips even as her cheeks blushed bright red.

“You don’t enjoy having your beauty praised?” he asked, ignoring her question. She had to know who he was. His father had distributed the announcements of his impending coronation over every settlement in the realm. They might not have holographic posting boards where she was from, but he wouldn’t be surprised if his father had demanded his image plastered on the milking towers and grain-storing sheds.

“Beauty is passing, strength is what matters.” She stepped closer, not showing any response to the stink that surrounded him.

“I’ve never underestimated the strength of the female of the species,” he said, as he casually gave the three-fingered signal that would tell a true juicy girl that he was ready to engage her services. If she didn’t respond, he’d know that his suspicions were founded, if she did…well, then he supposed he’d have to follow through and fuck her.

“Wonderful. Then would you like to come with me to my ship?”

“To your ship? You prefer I take you there? I won’t pay a bed rental fee,” Jorunn warned. Her response seemed to indicate that she was ready to accept his signal, but he’d never heard of a prostitute who owned her own ship. Perhaps he should take things a little further with Astrid, simply to make sure they understood one another. “In fact, I’m not sure I want you lying down.”

Her eyes grew wide as he looped one arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, spinning them until her back pressed against the wall. “What if I prefer to stay in the bar?”

“Well, I…wouldn’t…” Her words trailed off into silence as he ran one hand casually along the delicate column of her neck, and down to where her dress dipped low between her breasts. He traced the line of her garment, teasing over each full swell, until her breath came faster and her eyes fluttered closed. Only then did he tug at the fabric, causing her breasts to spill out the top.

She gasped and her eyes flew open. “Wait, I—”

“You would rather end the engagement now?” Jorunn tried to fix his attention on reading her expression, but it was impossible to keep his eyes above her neck. Her breasts were exquisite, two ripe mounds topped by dusky nipples that practically begged to be suckled into his mouth. His mouth watered at the thought and his cock responded in kind, beginning to leak with excitement.

“No,” she whispered, her nipples tightening under his gaze

Gods, he wanted to bed this woman, and he wanted to do it properly, not here with a hundred eyes on them. And eyes were on them. Half the bar had grown silent as men became aware of the show taking place against the far wall. This wasn’t what he’d intended. He’d planned to lay low, to do his best not to attract attention. But now that he’d started with Astrid, he couldn’t seem to stop.

“So you’d let me touch you, take you, right here? If I chose?” He cupped one breast in his hand and ran a thumb over the erect tip. Astrid shivered, her eyes sliding closed as she nodded her head in affirmation.

“Yes?” he asked, moving both hands to her chest and rolling her tight nipples between his fingers. Her show of desire seemed utterly free of affectation. Either she was a consummate actress, or Astrid was truly aroused by what they were doing.

Maybe that’s why she’d become a juicy girl in the first place—maybe she actually enjoyed fucking strange men in public. There was one way to find out…

He dropped one hand and slid it up the inside of her thigh, nearly groaning as a trail of wet heat meet his fingers before he’d even reached her sex. She was drenched, sufficiently ready for him to turn her around, lift her dress, and ram into her sweet depths. Or perhaps, considering her height, it would work better between them if he hitched her up around his waist and fucked her against the wall.