Book 3 in the Alcandians series.
History is written by the victors. Cole Somerton knows that rule by heart. Unable to return to Earth, he finds facing a future on Alcandar isn't anything to be worried about. Becoming a warrior only completes the path he'd set out on when he joined Special Forces back on Earth. But his connection with Earth isn't completely severed. There's one woman drawing him back across space, and this time he won't be able to leave Cassandra behind. She's returning to Alcandar despite her protests.
When her world turns inside out, Cassandra has no one left to turn to. Cole, the subject of her erotic dreams, is the last person she wants to rescue her. But the brute isn't listening and she finds that her fortune isn't looking any brighter when she wakes up on Alcandar, about to be mated to not only Cole, but the dark and sexy Dyne as well.
Between government conspiracies and race-fueled pride, passion still refuses to take sides. Love doesn't listen to dictates of current policy and Cassandra is about to learn that Alcandian warriors never fail when they are intent on securing a mate.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Alcandian Soul by Mary Wine
It wasn't hard to grab their attention. The moment she arrived, Cassandra became the instant beacon of every set of eyes in the place. Her father would have been proud at the way she walked right through the press of hard, muscle-packed bodies to the bar for a drink. Her eyes slipped over chests and shoulders, looking for a pair of oak leaves instead of stripes. Wrapping her hand around the drink the bartender produced, she turned and lifted the glass to her lips so that she could stare over the rim of it at her companions.
They weren't staring at her. No, these sorts of men were more practiced in the art of observation. They continued to talk in soft tones as their eyes cut away from their companions to inspect her. It was a waiting game. They waited on her and she searched the room, looking for the officer who had to be there. Ranger units were tighter than many families. Their commanding officers always unwound along with their men. Segregating themselves by using their superior rank upset the team mentality. That translated into survival for men like these. There was a major in the place, more than one by the number of men lounging around.
Cassandra caught her first high-ranking officer as the man was leaving. Despite the smoke filling the place, the man was stepping outside to light up a new cigarette. The front door of the club stood open and she watched him lean back as he lit the end and enjoyed a long drag off it. He rested against the side of the building as he looked at the night sky. The bond between him and his men kept him there, she was sure of it. There was something in his body language that told her he wanted to be anywhere but in the club.
A little twinge of guilt hit her, but Cassandra pushed it aside. She didn't have enough options to be soft. She needed the man and she was the only female in sight, which was the only card she had in her arsenal to play. Besides, he was a Ranger, it wouldn't be the first time someone tried to get him to lend weight to their case.
She was finished waiting on Rinehart.
Turning around, she walked towards the back of the club where the restrooms were. She walked right past and ducked out the back door. The night had turned dark, the base lights turned down, so that everything was in shadow. Her eyes hadn't adjusted, so she paused for a moment along the back of the building. A breeze blew her hair and she grinned as the strands floated and swayed. It had been a long time since she'd left her hair down. A really long time, and a little ripple of sensation moved down her spine as she felt the silky-soft strands against her cheek. Maybe it was the hope of changing her circumstances that was firing up her spirit. Cassandra didn't know and she didn't much care. All that mattered was the surge of possibility rising in her. That need to climb back onto her feet and demand her fair share.
She was going to get it, but the face that unfolded inside her mind wasn't Rinehart's as he went down, it was something far more addictive. Cole Somerton paraded through her thoughts like he owned her. That shiver shot down her body again and this time it went straight into her nipples. The tender flesh tingled before each one tightened into a hard point beneath her shirt. She bit into her lower lip as she felt that zip of sensation moving lower until it touched her clit. She was acutely aware of the spark of arousal as it moved through her flesh. She shuddered as she felt a soft throb from the top of her sex. The sensation was deep and completely real. No dream-spun lust that she could attribute to normal, healthy hormones. This was need, and it stemmed from a man she was never going to see again.
To hell with it! Maybe she'd just see if the major wanted to join her in a quick round of hot sex. That would take care of her Cole-inspired lust.
"You will not do anything of the sort."
Cassandra jumped away from the voice but a large hand jerked her to a halt. Strong fingers curved around her wrist and turned her towards a huge man. She knew him, recognized his scent. Her body shivered as he turned her and bound her to his body. The throb in her clit increased as Cole Somerton emerged from the night like a demon sent to snatch her soul while the world was at the mercy of night creatures.
She shook her head as her body bucked against the hold on it. His hand clamped over her mouth as she tried to let out something between a demand and scream. Ten feet away was a group of Rangers. It was insane to think that she was being captured so close to them.
Cassandra shook her head violently as she struggled for freedom. Somehow, she knew that Cole wasn't just playing with her. The note in his voice had been too commanding. Like an order that she'd regret disobeying. There was no logic to her thinking, only response to the hard body holding her against it.
"Stop." Cole offered her another command in his firm tone. His lips were so close to her ear she felt the brush of his breath against the skin of her face. His head moved so that he was staring down at her face once again and his eyes flashed with a blue light. Cassandra froze as she stared at him. Her mind was playing tricks on her, people's eyes did not have electric currents running through them. At least not in real life.
"You need to delay this until we are back on Alcandar."
She jumped as the second voice came from over her shoulder. Another hard body moved behind her and kept coming until she was sandwiched between both men. Her head didn't reach either pair of shoulders and a spike of true fear went through her as she strained against them but didn't gain even a millimeter of space.
"Until later." Cole whispered the word as he stroked his thumb down her cheek while keeping his hand firmly over her mouth to keep her silent.
Two more hands grasped her head as something touched her bare neck, right over her carotid artery. Cole watched her as that crazy blue light went through his eyes again. Cassandra stared at it as her body became light, so light she was floating through air. A little sigh got caught as Cole's hand trapped it against her lips. She pressed a kiss into his palm as the tender surface of her lips enjoyed the warm press of his skin against her own. Her eyelashes fluttered as the hand over her mouth moved and Cole stroked her cheek. She floated right into contented slumber as he caught her sagging body.