A standalone story in the Hunters for Hire series.
Anari Fury--daughter, sister, fiancee. Life on Sa-Ro Five is good...until a ruthless pirate spies her. Refusing his advances sets in motion a chain of events that will change her life forever.
Taken from the only home she's known, Anari is sold as a sex slave. But she possesses a secret that puts her at even greater risk than that posed by the man who uncovers desires she never suspected--a frightening man with opaque gray eyes and a past that could get them both killed.
Duncan Storm is an AWOL super soldier. Conscience drove him from the IMF. Necessity drove him to Bounty Hunters, Inc. But Duncan's skills are no match for the woman destined to teach him the one thing he's never known...love.
Together, Duncan and Anari must fight to regain control of a technology capable of providing a better life for millions, or destroying entire worlds. Along the way, both will learn what it means to give their all for the love of another.
There are no customer reviews available at this time. Would you like to write a review?
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
Number of Print Pages*
Adobe DRM EPUB
* Number of eBook pages may differ. Click here for more information.
Excerpt from Taking Fury by India Masters
Anari lay curled in the middle of the huge bed, confusion warring with delight. So that was what an orgasm felt like. She'd been kissed before, of course. She'd been engaged to be married, after all, and she'd lived on a farm so she had a general idea of how the mating business was done. What surprised her was the intimacy of the act, and the heated passion she'd felt as Duncan's hands and mouth worked between her legs.
Guilt assailed her as well. Keltar had been a good man, and Laran Tur had ordered his death because of her. They'd never had a chance to be together. Would she have responded to him the way she'd responded to Duncan? Somehow, she thought not. His kisses had never heated her blood the way Duncan's did. He'd never even attempted to touch her in any of the ways her bold captor touched her. Had she loved him or had she agreed to marry him because that's what her father wanted? Gods, it was all so confusing.
And what of Duncan himself? There was a barely contained violence within the man, yet he'd taken the time to calm her, to pleasure her. He was going to help her find her family. Wasn't he?
She wasn't a woman who spent an inordinate amount of time dwelling on the cards life dealt her. Up to this point, life had been good--though she'd lost her teaching career, she'd discovered a talent for growing food for the body if not the soul. She'd been content with her lot in life. Happy, even. A beloved daughter and sister, her home life had been better than that of many people she knew.
Keltar had loved her and would have been a devoted husband. His touch might not have thrilled her like Duncan's, but she would never have been fearful, never have doubted he loved her, never have been treated as less than a cherished wife. But all that had changed when Laran Tur cast his eyes toward her.
She was nothing now. A slave. A plaything in the eyes of the law. Duncan could do with her whatever he chose. She had no choice but to trust him. Suffering gods, a super soldier, bred to fight and die to protect Amalgamation interests. How could she possibly trust him?
Anari shook her head. She'd heard stories of certain generations of super soldiers able to resist the indoctrination techniques of the Military Sciences Labs, though only the newest models had been sent to Sa-Ro Five to establish the base. Aside from crystolium, agriculture was the next most profitable intergalactic resource, and the farms on Sa-Ro Five produced the best crops in the Secundus System and beyond. According to Amalgamation officials, protecting that resource was only logical. Just like shutting down the schools had been "logical". But the people on her home planet weren't stupid. They were well aware of the fact that two or three generations without education would put the planet's citizens firmly under the thumb of the ruling classes. They educated their children in the privacy of their homes.
Total domination of the universe, that was the Amalgamation's plan. Why did so few see it? Why were people so willingly led like cattle to slaughter? And slavery was part of it. Gods, it made her tired just thinking about what was happening.
* * * * *
Things could be worse, she reasoned, attempting to allay her fears of what was to come. Duncan hadn't harmed her, despite the fact that he'd brought her to the most notorious resort in the known universe. A place frequented by hedonists and pirates. Gods' balls, they'd covered the ceiling in expensive glass mirror, if that wasn't depraved she didn't know what was. And there was some kind of pulley device hanging above the bed and what looked like polished metal shepherd's hooks jutting out of each corner post of the frame. At first she'd thought they were there to hang candle lamps from, until she realized the ends formed eyebolts. Heaven only knew what that was for.
Still, he'd plucked her from a very dangerous situation, saved her from a sadistic slave master, treated her to a scalding orgasm and provided her with the first decent meal she'd had in days. And it certainly didn't hurt that he was probably the best-looking man she'd ever laid eyes on. The opaque eyes accented with the strange tattoos gave him an exotic look.
The sheer masculine beauty of him mystified her. She was horrified by the acts she would be forced to perform in public. Nevertheless, if she had to give her body to a virtual stranger, at least she'd be giving it to one who heated her blood.
As if her thoughts had summoned him, she heard the thump of boots outside the door. The security light switched from red to green and the door opened. The look he gave her betrayed nothing about his frame of mind. He merely studied her for a moment, then closed and locked the door behind him.
"The meal was to your satisfaction?" he inquired, hanging a garment bag on the door hook.
She nodded. "It was quite good, thank you."
Amusement glinted in his strangely colored eyes. "So proper and polite," he teased, removing his shirt as he crossed the room. "One might never imagine you'd had a screaming orgasm less than three hours ago. Or that you're soon to have another one."
Anari watched through hooded lids as he sat in a chair to remove his boots. "How gentlemanly of you to remind me of my unladylike behavior."
He chuckled and stood up to dispense with his breeches. "There's not a gentlemanly bone in my body, pet. You'd do well to remember that. Nor do I desire a lady in my bed."
Her eyes widened as he approached. Why, he was touching himself! His hand cupped his balls, then wrapped around his cock, stroking gently. Dear gods, it was getting bigger. She licked her lips nervously and scooted back on the bed. She stifled a yelp when he grasped her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.
"What I desire...no, what I require in my bed is a woman who appreciates a man who can pleasure her, and who pleases me in turn." He tugged the sheet away from her body, casting it aside with a laugh as she glowered at him. "I think it will be very entertaining to teach you how to please me, Anari. So what say we get started?"