In this fight, there's no white flag.
Kira, Goddess of Darkness, has no problem with sin. Especially if it helps her reclaim the city stolen from her by the Timaran gods. With strength flowing through her veins, she takes aim at the throne of Timara, ready to commit whatever sin necessary to reclaim her birthright. Even kill the current ruler.
Jarek knows Kira by name only, but he knows one thing. Her attack is based on a terrible lie--that her parents once owned Timara. He understands the bloodthirsty anger that fuels her quest to right a wrong, but he won't give up his city without a fight. He is a king and a god in his own right--and a most formidable enemy.
Kira never expected the ancient warrior to accept her challenge to fight to the death. Then she discovers he has a very different kind of battle in mind--one that starts with a fiery kiss. With all the audacity of the Egyptian gods combined, Jarek throws down his own gauntlet. If she loses, she will join him in his bed for as long as he wishes.
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May 31, 2010
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Excerpt from Surrender by Rachel Carrington
The message came at precisely seven the next morning, delivered by a little man with a high-pitched voice who disappeared the second Kira's hand closed around the scroll.
"Nice trick, Jarek." His name rolled off her tongue, making her shiver, and as she unfurled the parchment, his distinct masculine scent filled the room.
She'd taken up residence in one of the smaller cities outside of Timara, preferring to keep her distance for now. And, as much as she'd tried to get some rest, images of the Timaran ruler kept reeling through her mind like a dark, sexy movie.
Even now, her palms were sweating as she recalled the fine sheen of perspiration covering his muscles as he leaned over her, his body braced on biceps the size of watermelons. Green eyes meeting her gaze, he barely moved, just simply held himself above her while their breaths mingled in the moist air.
All through the night, Kira's fantasies had taken her on a wild thrill ride named Jarek. They'd come together in a passionate frenzy in her dreams, clawing at each other's clothes and nipping at exposed flesh, and then, as day began to break, their lovemaking had turned gentle. He'd kissed her so softly that she'd almost wept, and when he rolled from the bed and got to his feet, she begged him to return to her. Then her eyes had opened to greet the day, and she knew the sweet dreams had ended.
Sweeping one hand over her body, Kira clothed herself in another skintight bodysuit, choosing red this time to suit her mood. She had no idea what in the hell had gotten into her, but the last thing she should be thinking about was sex with Jarek...even if it would be incredible sex.
Shaking her head vigorously, she ascended to the gates guarding Timara to answer the summons.
Jarek met her next to the iron railings. His face didn't carry a greeting.
"You called?" She came to stand in front of him, last night's images making her voice a little breathless. Had he summoned her to succumb to her demands? She didn't think so. He looked the type who would enjoy a battle, and she'd expected at least something of a fight.
"I accept your challenge." He spoke in a silky voice, which set Kira's instincts on high alert.
She surveyed him for a long moment before replying. "I wasn't aware I'd issued a challenge."
"Abdicate or you will kill me. I consider that a challenge."
Her lips curled into a half smile while her skin warmed. She'd never met a man or a god quite like this one. So sure of himself. Sexy. All hard body and strong will. Inwardly, she drooled. Outwardly, she remained calm. "You want to test your strength against mine."
"Absolutely, but..." he opened the gate and waved her inside, "...I propose we make it more interesting."
"I'm listening." Even as she said the words, she knew his proposal would have something to do with sex, and as much as she wanted to be able to harshly object, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested. Last night had told her that much, and no matter how much she cursed her body's response to his, she couldn't ignore it.
Jarek moved toward her, and his sheer physical presence created a flurry of activity within the pit of her stomach. "If you succeed, you take the throne, and I will make sure the gods will not oppose you. If you fail in your attempt to kill me, you will give yourself to me."
Kira's temper spiked in spite of the wetness between her thighs. She'd expected sex, but not in such a callous announcement. The warmth of her dreams was starting to fade. "Give myself to you? As a servant?"
Jarek chuckled and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "In a manner of speaking."
She could have killed him right then. She wanted to. Instead, she held her fury in check and responded with a cool, "You would have me as your lover." No matter how intriguing the idea, she would not be treated as a sex slave were she to lose, which, of course, she didn't intend to do.
He tipped his head to one side and surveyed her with a gaze rife with innuendo and promise. "Have you ever been with a god, Kira, or have you only lain with mere mortals so as to retain your superiority?"
Kira's teeth gnashed, and the red haze of anger guided her hands. With left and right jabs, they struck out aiming toward his face, but Jarek easily deflected the blows. She hissed low in her throat and embraced her dark side.
Leaping into the air, she kicked her legs to propel her forward. She managed to achieve one swift blow to Jarek's upper shoulder, but the impact didn't seem to affect him. He spun swiftly and counterattacked, putting her on the defensive, forcing her back against the wrought-iron gate.
Kira cursed and shot up into the air, trying to regain the upper hand, but he was too quick, too smart...too good. Apparently, her father had underestimated him. She hovered in the air, eyes filled with hatred, while Jarek looked up at her, smug and self-assured. "I will kill you for this, Jarek. Make no mistake about that."
He rose to meet her. "So you accept my challenge, then?"
"I accept nothing. You will die at my hand. That is not up for negotiation."
Jarek folded his arms and his muscles bulged. "You might want to reconsider your plan of action, Kira. As my father's son, I eliminated many who would oppose him. Do not be so hasty in assuming you may now annihilate Timara's new ruler...no matter what your father might have told you." He turned away and proceeded back up the smoky path, which soon enveloped him, hiding him from her view. But his words reached her ears.
"Until we meet again."