The Queens of Merab: Temair's Aire [MultiFormat]
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by Violet Summers
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: On the world of Merab, women rule, while men wield the magic. It's been an equitable system, until now. Temair knew that one day she'd have to step up and take her place as Queen of Emetra; she just didn't expect for it to happen so soon! Now she finds herself on a Tour of the Queendom in search of her four Consorts --- the four men whose Elemental magic will awaken hers. Her First Consort, Fyre Lord Miach, is all warrior. Her Second Consort, Rayne Lord Dathan, is all play. Bonding with Fyre and Rayne was almost effortless. Aire is giving her some problems --- mostly because his mother has him so sequestered that Temair hasn't even caught a glimpse of the man! When she finally does, Temair isn't at all prepared for what she finds. Instead of a stone cold fighter or a playful playboy, she finds a man scarred by life. Zevan needs more than Temair's love; he needs the love and support of the family she's building, too. Only by seeing himself through their eyes can he truly believe he's worthy to be Temair's Aire.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
Wildside Press eBook Store Release Date: August 2010
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [122 KB], ePub (EPUB) [135 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [76 KB], Portable Document Format (PDF) [391 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [86 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [168 KB], Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [143 KB], hiebook (KML) [239 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [156 KB], iSilo (PDB) [71 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [89 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [157 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [120 KB]
Reading time: 74-103 min.
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The nobleman preened in the mirror, not realizing Sitric had activated the enchantment that would allow them to communicate. Sitric stood out of sight at the periphery of the mirror's range and studied his so-called ally. The man was a vision in cream lace and burnt orange velvet, as he fussed with his flame-colored hair, arranging it to fall like silk over his shoulders. Finally Sitric had all he could stand of the nobleman's vanity, and he moved front and center, gaining the man's startled attention.
"Losing Storm was an unfortunate setback," he commented mildly, when he was feeling anything but mild. The Healer's loss of anonymity had been a debilitating blow to the men's rebellion. Not only had they lost a valuable and strategically placed ally, but also a voice of reason.
"Pah." The nobleman made a rude noise and an even ruder gesture. "We've dealt with nothing but riff-raff. If you and I were to coordinate things, our mission would be long completed and our cause won."
Sitric refrained from pointing out that the nobleman had been the mastermind behind the attack in the Fyre Lands. The man was a fool, but a well-placed fool. "Well, whatever the obstacles, it's time to sit back and regroup," he commented. It was getting harder to keep his voice calm, his tone level. The abuses the males in Emetra suffered were mild compared to the abuses elsewhere, but they were enough to warrant alarm. More than enough.
"Don't pussy out now, man," the nobleman sneered, leaning in toward the mirror in what he probably thought was a threatening and intimidating manner. It lost some of its effectiveness when the nobleman was obviously distracted by his own reflection.
"It's not pussying out to proceed with caution and wisdom," Sitric responded blandly. "They'll be arriving at the Aerie any day now. It costs nothing to wait a few days and see what we can see before acting. It was haste that doomed our first two attempts."
"It costs nothing but time and the element of surprise," the nobleman snapped, and Sitric wondered if the idiot really believed they still had the element of surprise. Hell, they hadn't had that advantage since Forn shot the poorly aimed fyre arrow at Princess Temair weeks ago. "Nevertheless," the nobleman concluded with obvious displeasure, "you're the boss for the moment."
Sitric knew the nobleman intended to change that little fact. He also knew he had no intention of allowing that to happen.