Shana came to Paradise to play, but that's not why she stays. Shana borrowed her adoptive sister's talisman to fulfill her sexual desires in Paradise. She didn't expect to find herself restrained and at the mercy of the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. All he wants is her complete surrender -- and the one thing she can't give him: the identity of her sister.
Lucian, one of the mightiest warriors of Mysk, will do whatever he must to get Shana to submit -- in every way. The more she resists, the more determined he becomes, only her surrender is not enough. Now he finds his duty fueled by hunger to have her for his own.
Shana's more than willing to give herself, but there's the small matter of her loyalties. She can only stay in Paradise as a warrior's mate. And to become Lucian's mate, she will need to pass two terrible ordeals that lead her through her darkest sexual fantasies and beyond.
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Loose Id, LLC
November 27, 2007
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Excerpt from Warrior's Paradise by Cara Carnes
"I'm here to demand my right to sexual gratification. I want to be dominated and used by a gorgeous warrior. Then I want him to show me the caring caresses I've never had."
Shana Danson wanted to kick herself for that out-of-character brazenness. Anger and curiosity had met her at the doors of Paradise, not the hunger and desire she had expected. She had been seized and restrained in the center of a large room.
That had been an hour ago. So far the intense questioning by Paradise's keeper had merely given her a headache. Hands restrained beside her, she ignored the older man as he spoke, deciding instead to concentrate on her rapidly increasing heartbeat. She tugged on the odd restraints securing her to the large chair in the center of the room, trying hard to ignore the curious stares of the group of at least fifty people. The more they stared, the more she wanted to crawl under the floor and disappear. The room was fairly large, but the crush of people made it seem so small. She couldn't see anything but people observing her.
She caught snippets of hushed whispers. An older man stepped forward from the crowd and spewed off to the keeper. Shana didn't understand all of what was being said but recognized enough to know it was the language Gitana had learned. Communication was too difficult so she gave up. She should have learned to speak it rather than just comprehend it.
A loud thud echoed through the room; light poured in from a set of double-doors opposite her. She heard the shocked gasps of the onlookers before she saw the reason. She watched them all fall to their knees, the trembling visible from her seat.
She wanted to laugh, glad to see them experience the same fear they had found so amusing in her for the past hour. Then she saw him. His six-feet-six frame stood above most in the room, his confident stride placing him directly in front of her.
Sensuously long, black hair cascaded around the widest shoulders she had ever seen. His muscular body radiated sex from every pore, and reminded her of the kind of man she had fantasized exploring her darkest desires with.
Her gaze slid down his body. She saw his sinewy thighs and licked her lips. She had always admired a fit body, and his was certainly that. His soft laughter echoed through the room once she saw the bulge hidden behind soft leather pants.
He stepped closer.
His hands grasped her long, blonde hair and tilted her head upward so her deep blue eyes stared into his rich black ones. His full mouth formed the most sensuous smile. His fingers lightly stroked her lush lips; his gaze fell to her breasts.
His commanding voice held a note of curiosity in it when he spoke, his inquiry directed at the keeper that stood to her side. He spoke quickly; she was unable to decipher the words. His free hand caressed her cheek. His eyes danced with amusement when the keeper repeated her statement in a monotone voice.
Shana's pulse raced, wondering if he understood what her words meant. The huge warrior still held her hair possessively. He moved her head so that all she could see was the bulge she had found so interesting before. Guilt fed her paranoia. The way he'd forced her to stare at his manhood made her believe he understood every word she had said.
God, she was so stupid.
Her eyes widened when he responded in thickly-accented English. "I do love the truth spell on that portal. It brings the most sensuous delights at times. If the little one wants to play, I will happily oblige her. Take her to a private area. I believe the royal chamber would do nicely."
The keeper stepped to the warrior's side, his gaze darting around the room nervously. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Lucian? You have just come from battle, and your needs will be too great to be satisfied by a mere human. Let me send six of our best to the royal room for your use. You are the fiercest warrior we have. She could not possibly meet your needs."
Six women to satisfy his need? She laughed softly to herself. What harm could it do? Gitana was going to kill her anyway. Perhaps Nana wasn't crazy after all.
"I was sent to get information, and I have never failed on a mission. This will not be the exception. She wants to play, so we will play. But it will not be over until she has answered all my questions."
Trepidation filled her. What had she gotten herself into?The keeper nodded in response, and walked toward Shana. "As you wish."
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"Tell me how you know of this place, little one, and I will let you come so hard you'll pass out. I promise this as your warrior. Tell me, and you will feel me buried inside of you."
Shana groaned as strong fingers stroked her, just out of reach of where she needed them most. She closed her eyes as he lightly caressed her wet slit. A loud groan of pure male satisfaction roared in her ear. She tugged against the soft leather restraints that held her in place, focusing on the fingers gently pinching her nipples.
"God, you are wet, little one. Do you enjoy being at my mercy? Is this what you needed when you came here?" The deep, masculine voice whispered so softly in her ear, she felt its effects bury deep between her legs. God, this man was good.
It would be so simple to tell the muscle-bound warrior behind her about the medallion she had borrowed from her sister. How long had she been here at his mercy? Three hours? Four?
Shana hadn't known what Lucian intended when she'd been brought to the royal chamber four hours prior. It was a large living quarters of some type with a bedroom setting in the corner. She hadn't made it that far.
He had restrained her quickly in the center of the room, her hands above her head. He had taken what seemed like an hour to strip her clothes. Then had come the soft caresses she thought would drive her mad with need.
She knew she couldn't handle much more of his gentle teasing. Her knees were already weak.
The soft leather cuffs holding her hands above her head served as her primary support, along with the strong arm that frequently circled her waist, making her feel so small and delicate. "Are you still with me, little one? I don't like it when you don't pay attention to me. I thought we had established that fact an hour ago, but perhaps we need to revisit it."
Shana felt a hard pinch on both her nipples and couldn't stifle the moan that escaped her lips. His tongue licked and his full lips gently sucked on her earlobe, trailing a path down her neck.
"Let's start over from the beginning." Her anguished growl filled the room, and she heard the soft laughter in her ear.