Grabbed By Vicious Sneak Peek #2 #scifi #capture #romance

22 Mar

 

Last week, I offered a sneak peek of GRABBED BY VICIOUS, the first book in my new GRABBED series from Ellora’s Cave. This week, I’m offering the second half of that sexy scene! The book releases next Friday, March 29! I’m so excited. 🙂

BLURB

Hallie has never run so fast in her life. One of the frightening sky warriors from the warship Valiant is hot on her heels and intent on capturing her as his bride. He takes her down, places his collar around her neck. With one word, he claims her.

Mine.

Born and bred for the military, Vicious has spent years rising through the ranks. Hallie is his reward, the beautiful sprite ensnaring him with a glance.

Despite her fear of Vicious, Hallie surrenders under his skillful hands and mouth. If she’ll submit, he promises pleasure and comfort. After a lifetime of hardship, his offer tempts her greatly.

One night with Hallie and Vicious feels his protective instincts flaring. He’ll do anything to make her happy and keep her safe, even if that means surrendering his heart. Though he intended to master her, Vicious realizes it may be his sweet Hallie who masters him.

 

 

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EXCERPT

Vicious had never known such excitement or happiness. In all his life, moments of true joy had been few and fleeting. He’d been born and bred for the hard life of a soldier. From the earliest age, he’d experienced only violence and austerity. Now, many years later, he’d finally been given his reward.

And what a thing of beauty she was! He gazed at her sweet face, her cheeks and ears still ruddy from exertion. She had the softest brown eyes, their color reminiscent of the alcoholic drink he sometimes enjoyed in the evenings. She had nice curves and lean muscle. Her small breasts strained against her damp shirt. He normally preferred women with ample breasts and big hips but he decided he liked this woman’s thinner frame just as well.

Those short legs of her were something else! He’d never seen a woman run so fast. She was small and lithe, her movements so graceful and sure. Clearly she’d been training for this. The uncertainty of the chase had excited him. He’d been expecting a slow-moving race. He’d never considered they would get more than a few hundred yards into the woods, yet this little rabbit had evaded him for nearly two miles. They’d long since left behind the other participants.

Watching her leap over downed trees and hop from boulder to boulder had reassured him that she was exactly the kind of woman he needed. He’d experienced a great deal of worry when she’d grabbed that rope to swing across the stream like some kind of jungle creature. He’d known real panic when he’d fallen. It wasn’t that he was afraid he’d be hurt. He’d taken much worse falls in battle. No, he’d been certain his mistake would make it easier for her to reach the safe zone—and then what?

From the moment he’d first spied her, he’d known no other woman would ever come close to surpassing her. He couldn’t simply enter another Grab in another of the planet’s villages or The City and find a different bride. This little one was it, even though she was nothing like the imaginary woman he’d conjured in his mind as a potential target. He’d come to her planet, a place renowned for its docile beauties, in search of a blonde-haired buxom woman of a certain age.

Instead, he’d been ensnared by this dark-haired pixie.

Before the Grab began, the women chosen by the lottery had been penned in the town square. The day’s race route had been pasted to a kiosk there. She’d been the first woman to leave the penned herd to study the boundaries and find the safe zone. Unlike the handful of women who’d joined her, she’d actually had plans in motion. The others stared at the map in confusion and fear. Not this one, though. He’d recognized the focused expression on her face as one he and his comrades had often worn. She was strategizing in much the same way he had when looking at battle plans.

In that moment, he’d recognized her intelligence and ingenuity. Choosing a bride by looks and from a distance had its hazards. Most men picked a woman who was sexy or attractive in some specific way and followed her into the woods. For a man like Vicious, his needs were a bit more complex. He could get a pretty face at any sky port brothel. No, he needed a woman capable of breeding strong, intelligent children, especially sons to fill the ranks of the Harcos forces.

He’d always assumed a blonde woman close to his height and in her late twenties to early thirties would be his ideal mate. Instead, he’d claimed the absolute opposite. He supposed there was no denying the call of biology. Something in him recognized this dark-haired sprite as his match.

Vicious fingered the collar he’d placed around her neck. Mine. He’d never really owned anything in his life. For the first time, he had something that was truly his alone. No one could take her from him. No one could touch her without his consent—and that would never be given. Some men allowed their friends to share their mates but not Vicious. This creature was precious to him. Her body would know only the touch of his hands and his mouth, just as he would know only hers from this moment forward.

The tips of his black gloves slid through the shiny wetness spreading across her cheeks. It pained him to see her crying but he wasn’t surprised by it. Not all women reacted with enthusiasm at being Grabbed. The lottery system supporting the ritual made it difficult to weed out the women who truly wanted to be here and the ones who were forced.

As a warrior, he could understand the pain of being conquered. Though he’d never been captured, he’d seen the defeat in the eyes of the insurgents and even some of the more primitive, monstrous aliens he’d bested. His little mate, so brilliant and sweet, had fought so bravely but lost to a superior opponent. There was no shame in this, but she wasn’t battle hardened and didn’t understand such things. He would allow her this moment of sadness.

He sat back on his heels and studied her small form. He caressed her arms, his gloved hands gliding up and down her sweat-slicked skin. The thin fabric of her shirt bunched up around her shoulders as he swept his hands along her arms. He wasn’t sure what to say that would make her feel better. He’d claimed her and there was no going back. “What’s your name?”

“Hallie.” Her voice wobbled. Her hands now free, she wiped at her face. “And you?”

He wrapped some of her silky brown hair around his fingers. She wore her hair a bit shorter than most women on this planet, the wavy locks only reaching her shoulders. “Vicious.”

“Oh god.”

Her eyes widened in terror. He tried not to chuckle at her unfounded fear. The name he’d been given at his pinning ceremony had been one bestowed upon him by the staff of the military academy and wasn’t of his own choosing. Every graduating class had a theme of names. His year had been a particularly violent theme.

He touched her face again, his black gloves so stark against her paler skin. “Don’t fear me, Hallie. I may be vicious on the battlefield but you will never know that side of me.”

She eyed him warily. She didn’t believe him. That much was clear. Vicious vowed to show her that he could be kind and gentle.

She worked up the courage to ask, “What happens now?”

He reached down, grasped her by the waist and hauled her off the ground. She stiffened when he draped her over his shoulder but didn’t fight him. Her submission pleased him greatly. He rubbed her lower back and settled his arm across her thighs, clamping her in place as he carried her. “We go home.”

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2 Responses to “Grabbed By Vicious Sneak Peek #2 #scifi #capture #romance”

  1. tawania March 22, 2013 at 4:26 am #

    I’m definitely looking forward to reading this.
    Thanks for the great excerpt!

    • Lolita March 22, 2013 at 5:04 am #

      Glad you enjoyed the excerpt! 🙂

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