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Virtus Saga

The Pledge

AUTHOR: Laura Tolomei
SERIES: Virtus Saga, Book 5

GENRE: Erotica, BDSM, Gay LgBT, Ménage à Trois/Quatre, , , Romance, Series
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books - ©2012

The Pledge, Virtus Saga #5

ISBN# 9781771112949  


PAGES# 284

WORDS# 99.124

HEAT: 4 flames

RELEASE: 9/1/2012


When Ylianor Caldwell collapses in front of Leader Duncan Caldwell while he’s asking her the ritual question that will tie her to Lord Christopher Templeton forever, she knows her pledge did not go through. That Virtus has taken great pains to break her promise to the insufferable demon is obvious, but maybe it’s not as bad as it seems. Truth is—her heart is split in two. Half is for her dark-haired prince, her master of pleasure. Half is for the blond-haired demon, her master of pain. So how to choose between them? And more importantly, how to tell them that her heart and mind are set on getting of both them and that she deserves them after all they put her through?
That’s just the beginning of Book 5 of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems, not since soul mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until a fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever. This book picks up right where Book 4, The Leader, Book 3, The Festival, Book 2, The Game, and Book 1, The Sex, leave off and heightens it all—the romance and the ménage, but also the past and the separation. Mostly the unique connection laced with a jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. Because this isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that have to overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet, in order to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! That’s their real challenge. Because, if they can’t learn to share power and love in equal measures, how will they be able to ensure their world’s survival?
Get over yourself!
“Hey, get over yourself!” She spat as though she were the wronged party, as if she had a right to be enraged, which for the record, she did not. “You and him, you both think everything revolves around the two of you, and that all I’d be interested in is what either does or says.” Tossing back her head, the long hair fell behind her shoulders. “Well, I’ve got news for you!” Flashing furious, beautiful green eyes, she raised her gaze defiantly. “Half the times, I don’t give a damn. You worry about what I might or might not hear, when most of the times, you’re the ones calling me in your conversation or your sex, and now your dreams, too.”
“How do you know about the sex?” Whether she was doing it on purpose or it slipped out unbidden, she was getting her wish—infuriating him.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Carelessly, she picked up the wheat cake and finished it with a single bite.
“You know what I mean.” Hardly fooled, he pressed his point. “About last night and your ass getting in the way…” Fuck how much I wanted it, too.
“Oh…that…” Her blush was confirmation enough. “You said it yourself. My ass always seems to get in the way—”
“Never like last night.” Slowly, he dug out of his pocket the knife and ran a finger on its pointy edge, making sure she saw it clearly.
“I wouldn’t know about that,” she insisted stubbornly, but the slight lurch sideway told a different story.
“You’re lying.” So he was on her before she could get away, holding her from behind her chair and sliding the blade so close to her throat, one dip and it could have ended everything.
“So maybe I caught that last…scene.” Despite her gulping hard, there was no trace of fear, not in her voice, not in her steady gaze, not in her body that was tense, yes, but for entirely different reasons. They were too near anyway. Her fragrance was seeping down his senses and made his piece ache more with the craving to possess her. “Still doesn’t change a damn thing.”
“I don’t think it’s such a great idea to keep yapping your trap off.”

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This isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Because "US IS SEX!"

The book that heightens it all—the romance, the ménage, but also the past and the wedge. Seems like an ending, yet it’s a new beginning, this fifth chapter of the Virtus Saga brings the tale of Duncan, Chris and Ylianor to a new height.

“What do you care about our pledge? You’re off the hook anyway—”

“I…I honestly don’t know what I want right now.”

“If this love you can’t do without is another aspect of power, it’s also the most volatile one, never stable, always uncontrollable. It can turn to hate quicker than white Virt becoming black.” Computer Virtus

“Don’t you start, too!” With one swift move, Chris toppled her, pressing his weight squarely on her thinner frame. “I’ve heard enough from him, explaining how I can get out of it.” He got ready for the plunge. “But I don’t want to. The truth is I want to pledge to you.” He kissed her softly. “Took me a long time to figure it out, but I’m as ready to commit now as I was in that chamber. So I’d like to go through with it, for real this time. And since we’re so lucky to have the leader with us, we could have our private ceremony, just the three of us…” Something in her eyes, though, did not feel quite right. “That is if you want it, too.”
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Thank you, Princess

“Princess, for you I have two words alone—thank you.” He uttered them softly. “Thank you for being in my head, in my heart, in my spirit, my life. Thank you for the constant sharing. Thank you for the love and for having believed in it far more than I ever did. Thank you for having waited for me to come round to how immensely I love you. Thank you for putting up with my…insufferable lover, as you call him.” His wide grin took them both in. “Mostly, thank you for always being there as your own woman, never a submissive slave. You are our master, the one who teaches and gives us new strength every time your spirit breathes on us. You are our deep-rotted core, the one without whom we wouldn’t exist or be where we are today. You have made all this possible, so again I can only thank you. I…no…” He glanced at Chris and received a silent go ahead. “We can’t live without you.”
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