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When Prince Duncan Caldwell has to enter Cecilia Hurst’s Game of Masters and Slaves, he already knows he’ll have to play Master if he intends to retrieve the pyramid Cecilia stole from the sacred Nephis Valley. And his choice for a slave can only be Ylianor Meyer, however fiercely Lord Christopher Templeton resents her and her overpowering erotic intrusion in a trip that should’ve been his and Duncan’s alone. No, make that in a love that should’ve been his and Duncan’s alone!
Such is the new setting of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is what it seems. Not since soul-mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever.
This book doesn’t simply pick up right where Book 1 The Sex leaves off. This book explodes it all—the lust and the leadership, but also the estrangement and the chaos. Mostly the unique connection laced with a load of jealousy and violence that is unknown to their world. Because this isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. The story 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?
Frustrated, Ylianor tried again to suppress the memory that had already started the furious throbbing between her legs. Many miles had passed since their sexual frenzy, so she had better turn to more practical matters such as focusing her energy to track the thieves’ auras. After all, the ability to see people’s ethereal bodies in their million colored light combinations that shifted according to their moods was her special gift. But hers was not a unique talent, or Virt as Arthur Fairchild, the High Council leader, had called it. With a sense of pride, Ylianor recalled she had awakened Prince Caldwell’s sleeping potential—something not even his lover, however powerful he was, had been able to do—sprung from his incredibly strong Virt, a seemingly boundless pool of cool, deep, powerful energy that had apparently laid dormant for the better part of his twenty-one years.
Then there was Chris. Ylianor’s mind reeled with the knowledge of just how much Virt the blond demon wielded effortlessly since childhood, a fire so strong it could disintegrate just as easily as heal a wounded body, erasing its memory in the process if necessary. But he was not always so merciful, she recalled, shivering at the flashbacks of the night Chris had decided to demonstrate his rare abilities after having carved her body to bits.
Another memory to erase. Ylianor threw back her shoulders in defiance. What’s done is done, but whatever else happens, I won’t let him get me, not even if it kills me.