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URDEN, GOD OF DESIRE
Enrue Alonwei, high ruler of Taraf and
when a messenger from the Kyleena
Empire is sent to confront him about his
loyalties. Her golden eyes and entrancing
beauty snare this cold-hearted man in a
web of lust and desire he’s powerless to
escape.
Upon touching the statue of the Unangi
God of Desire, Shiemer Alonwei reflects
on his life, a span of memories lacking in
caring or love. With his wife and daughter
dead, and the Kyleena Empire to
overthrow, he is a man of purpose with
no room for passion until he sees Melia.
An envoy from the Empire sent to
discover where his loyalties lie, she is
much more than she pretends to be. The
desire to possess her overwhelms him,
threatens his obsession with the Empire,
and his very life. These two enemies are
faced with tense attraction and must
choose a new future or lose each other.
In this sequel to Nimmet, Goddess of
Love, Kyleena’s hold on the planets in the
outer rim loosen. Enrue Alonwei is
offered a chance at redemption for his
past mistakes and the greatest gift of all,
the opportunity to end his loneliness.
Enrue Alonwei, high ruler of Taraf and
when a messenger from the Kyleena
Empire is sent to confront him about his
loyalties. Her golden eyes and entrancing
beauty snare this cold-hearted man in a
web of lust and desire he’s powerless to
escape.
Upon touching the statue of the Unangi
God of Desire, Shiemer Alonwei reflects
on his life, a span of memories lacking in
caring or love. With his wife and daughter
dead, and the Kyleena Empire to
overthrow, he is a man of purpose with
no room for passion until he sees Melia.
An envoy from the Empire sent to
discover where his loyalties lie, she is
much more than she pretends to be. The
desire to possess her overwhelms him,
threatens his obsession with the Empire,
and his very life. These two enemies are
faced with tense attraction and must
choose a new future or lose each other.
In this sequel to Nimmet, Goddess of
Love, Kyleena’s hold on the planets in the
outer rim loosen. Enrue Alonwei is
offered a chance at redemption for his
past mistakes and the greatest gift of all,
the opportunity to end his loneliness.
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Excerpt:
She forced a smile. “Shiemir Alonwei, I am Cossia Melia Dargon from Kyleena headquarters in C-9. I
have news from—”
“Cossia?” Alonwei grimaced. “Such a low rank. I see how little the Empire regards me. Good.” He
reached forward to disconnect, his expression confident.
“One moment more, Shiemir. I have orders to meet with you.” She took a step closer, her gaze intent
as if he were standing in front of her and not on the planet’s surface. As most men’s did, his eyes
flickered over her shape, but he did not smile or seem the least bit entranced. His non-reaction
intrigued her.
“What is the purpose of this meeting?” His hand withdrew, and he tucked it in his silver sash belt.
The sash of an Irnian ruler, Melia realized. He had not seized power more than a few months ago and
already he claimed it. Leuj’s body was never recovered. This proved how sure of himself the Shiemir
was. “Kyleena has a proposal for you. Terms, if you will. It is not uncommon for rulers in the outer
reaches of the Empire to usurp each other’s power. Kyleena merely wishes to acknowledge your new
territories and to—”
“To verify my loyalty?” He sneered and reached once more to disconnect. “I’ve no use for a Cossia. Tell
the Kyleena Emperor to send me someone of higher rank. Someone worthy!” The com clicked and his
image vanished.
“What a bastard,” she muttered. Melia swept a hand through her hair, drawing the fallen blue-black
locks from her face. She frowned and wondered how difficult it would be to get close enough to
assassinate Alonwei, and if it would be necessary to do so. “Set a course for Alga,” she ordered. “I will
have my meeting with the Shiemeir, whether he likes it or not.”
Her navigator turned. Half human and half machine, he always startled her when he stared. His left eye,
a red light, twinkled while his right appeared blind. A metal hand with wires strung through its joints
saluted. “On your orders,” he droned before spinning around and entering the coordinates.
Annoyed, Melia stormed out of the command chamber and hurried through the silver-walled tunnel. A
shower sounded inviting, and maybe a little time alone with her vibrator. She swallowed and punched in
the keycode. The door swished open sideways allowing her to enter a minimal chamber. She glanced
over her single cot-like bed and the study desk. She shunned personal effects. The more her crew
knew about her, the more they could become close to her, and that was the last thing she needed or
wanted. She was a loner, an assassin under High Daschia Thoman. The title of Cossia was merely a
front.
She stripped off her gray uniform, peeling away its tight spandex grip and stood nude before the long
wall mirror. The only physical trait she’d inherited from her mother was her unusual eyes. Cat-like with
a golden hue, they mesmerized most men. When her boss needed her to appear human, she wore
contact lenses to hide the hint of her lineage. She traced her breast with a tender touch, her mind
wandering to Alonwei. He was a large man, formidable in appearance. The thought of getting closer to
him excited her.
She forced a smile. “Shiemir Alonwei, I am Cossia Melia Dargon from Kyleena headquarters in C-9. I
have news from—”
“Cossia?” Alonwei grimaced. “Such a low rank. I see how little the Empire regards me. Good.” He
reached forward to disconnect, his expression confident.
“One moment more, Shiemir. I have orders to meet with you.” She took a step closer, her gaze intent
as if he were standing in front of her and not on the planet’s surface. As most men’s did, his eyes
flickered over her shape, but he did not smile or seem the least bit entranced. His non-reaction
intrigued her.
“What is the purpose of this meeting?” His hand withdrew, and he tucked it in his silver sash belt.
The sash of an Irnian ruler, Melia realized. He had not seized power more than a few months ago and
already he claimed it. Leuj’s body was never recovered. This proved how sure of himself the Shiemir
was. “Kyleena has a proposal for you. Terms, if you will. It is not uncommon for rulers in the outer
reaches of the Empire to usurp each other’s power. Kyleena merely wishes to acknowledge your new
territories and to—”
“To verify my loyalty?” He sneered and reached once more to disconnect. “I’ve no use for a Cossia. Tell
the Kyleena Emperor to send me someone of higher rank. Someone worthy!” The com clicked and his
image vanished.
“What a bastard,” she muttered. Melia swept a hand through her hair, drawing the fallen blue-black
locks from her face. She frowned and wondered how difficult it would be to get close enough to
assassinate Alonwei, and if it would be necessary to do so. “Set a course for Alga,” she ordered. “I will
have my meeting with the Shiemeir, whether he likes it or not.”
Her navigator turned. Half human and half machine, he always startled her when he stared. His left eye,
a red light, twinkled while his right appeared blind. A metal hand with wires strung through its joints
saluted. “On your orders,” he droned before spinning around and entering the coordinates.
Annoyed, Melia stormed out of the command chamber and hurried through the silver-walled tunnel. A
shower sounded inviting, and maybe a little time alone with her vibrator. She swallowed and punched in
the keycode. The door swished open sideways allowing her to enter a minimal chamber. She glanced
over her single cot-like bed and the study desk. She shunned personal effects. The more her crew
knew about her, the more they could become close to her, and that was the last thing she needed or
wanted. She was a loner, an assassin under High Daschia Thoman. The title of Cossia was merely a
front.
She stripped off her gray uniform, peeling away its tight spandex grip and stood nude before the long
wall mirror. The only physical trait she’d inherited from her mother was her unusual eyes. Cat-like with
a golden hue, they mesmerized most men. When her boss needed her to appear human, she wore
contact lenses to hide the hint of her lineage. She traced her breast with a tender touch, her mind
wandering to Alonwei. He was a large man, formidable in appearance. The thought of getting closer to
him excited her.
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