Monday, February 23, 2015
Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred #14) by Evangeline Anderson
Enslaved by Evangeline Anderson
(Brides of the Kindred #14)
Publication date: January 31st 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
Enslaved is book number 14 in the Brides of the Kindred series. It is a plus-length novel of around 168,000 words
Anything for you Mistress…
Thrace S’ver is an unwilling slave. Drugged and bound, he is taken to the Flesh Bazaar and put up for sale to the highest bidder. But this is not the first time Thrace has been on the auction block—he has a past full of horrors he doesn’t intend to repeat. Desperate to be free, he swears he’ll kill whoever buys him.
Lonnara Trin is the Captain of a merchant ship from the all female planet of Zetta Prime where sexual relations with a male are considered unnatural and wrong. She has no use for males personally, but she needs a big, muscular slave or her business will suffer—Thrace fits the bill.
Soon Mistress and slave are embroiled in a desperate conflict which draws them intimately together. To her surprise, Trin actually begins to have feelings for her slave. And though Thrace swore to be free, he finds himself devoted to his new Mistress. When their differences threaten to tear them apart, Trin tries to grant Thrace his freedom. But she doesn’t realize that his heart has already been…Enslaved.
“And who, may I ask is this?” Lady Tam-tam nodded at Thrace who had been standing silently behind Trin with his head bowed.
Suddenly Trin remembered that she was supposed to be playing the harsh mistress and treating him horribly.
“This worthless male is my body slave,” she said, making her voice icy with distain. “On your knees, Thrace! Make your obeisance before the Lady Tam-tam.”
At once Thrace fell to his knees before the old lady.
“My lady,” he murmured, his head bowed low.
“Lower!” Trin demanded, nudging him with her foot. “The Lady Tam-tam demands your greatest respect!”
“Oh, no, no, no!” Lady Tam-tam looked positively aghast as Thrace crouched even lower. “What are you doing to this poor male?”
“I’m…treating him like the slave he is,” Trin said uncertainly. Behind Lady Tam-tam’s back she could see Lady Malroth making wide gestures with her hands and shaking her head but she had no idea what the other woman wanted her to do.
“And what’s this—a pain collar around his throat?” Lady Tam-tam glared at the black leather and silver spiked collar. She looked up at Trin, her mild blue eyes flashing. “How can you use such an inhuman device? Do you not know what the Landra-Rey Celebration is all about?”
“Well, I…” Trin faltered.
“It’s about the love bond between a slave and a mistress. He ought to serve you out of adoration and devotion—not because you’ll shock him silly if he doesn’t make the proper obeisance!” She looked angrily at Lady Malroth. “How could you bring such a cold hearted girl to my house? Clearly she understands nothing about Landra-Rey! Here at Dreaming Hills, we have only loving couples in attendance—it’s not like the rest of that horrid Yonnie Six high society and I won’t have anyone here that doesn’t understand that.”
Lady Malroth looked mortified.
“Lady Tam-tam, I assure you—” she began.
“No!” the older mistress exclaimed. “I want none of your assurances! You and this awful girl can leave—at once!”
Trin’s heart sank. How could things have gone bad so quickly? They’d barely gotten here and already they were being thrown out—along with the outraged Lady Malroth! She would never agree to buy the crystals now and what’s more, she was influential enough that she could probably ensure no other mistress of Yonnie Six would ever deal with Trin again either. Slowly, she began to back away from the angry older woman.
“I…I’m sorry,” she said as Lady Malroth glared daggers at her. “I never meant to offend.”
“Well, you did. So just go,” Lady Tam-tam snapped.
She was in the act of turning to storm off in a huff when Thrace rose from his crouch at Trin’s feet and turned to her.
“Mistress,” he rumbled, pulling Trin into his arms. “At last a place where we need not hide our love.”
Then he kissed her. A long, slow, passionate kiss that took Trin’s breath away. She opened her mouth to gasp and Thrace was there, his tongue teasing its way inside as he licked her gently…as though he was desperate to taste her.
At first Trin tried to push him away instinctively but he held her close against his broad chest. After a moment, to her intense surprise, she found she was kissing him back.
She’d never kissed a male before and this was very different from the few kisses she’d traded with females. There was no sticky gloss or lipstick to contend with for one thing. Thrace’s mouth was firm and demanding but gentle at the same time. And the way he was running his big, warm hands over her back made her shiver and want to press closer for some reason.
Somehow Trin’s arms drifted up to rest around his neck as she leaned into his big body. Once again she felt surrounded by him—overpowered and out of control in a way that made her heart pound and her breath come short.
Goddess, what was happening to her? How was he doing this to her and why couldn’t she make it stop? Why didn’t she want it to stop?
About the Author
Evangeline Anderson is a registered MRI tech who would rather be writing. She lives in Florida with her husband and son and enjoys reading, writing, baking, and playing Diablo II. (She has a barbarian named Giggles and a necromancer named Jimbo.) Despite her goofy hobbies, she writes smoking hot paranormal, sci-fi, and BDSM erotica