Book Five of The Academy Series
Mia Hammerstrike was always the meek, mild mannered, spare to the heir. But when her brother abdicates his position as heir to the throne of Alaria, she is faced with a decision—marry a man to rule her people or take on Queen Adrina’s Challenge so that she can someday rule the country herself. After all, why should gender decide her future? Granted, the broad shouldered, dreamy eyed barbarian sent to look after her during her quest makes her VoT glad she's of the female persuasion.
Barbarian Talon Starkweather made a promise a long time ago, and now he must make good on it. He must play bodyguard to his best friend's sister, a little princess on a big mission. There are those who want her to fail, but he vows to help the barbarian princess earn the right to rule. There's only one problem—while he's protecting the stubborn and insatiably lusty female, who is going to protect Talon from the one woman trying not only his patience but also his willpower?
Their journey leads to danger, passion, and a battle of wills, and both will find themselves Tested by the Night.
Danger, passion, and a battle of wills…both are Tested by the Night.
For some reason, though, the thought of him being disappointed in her did matter…very much. Mia had seen the look of regret on a man’s face once before when she hadn’t lived up to his expectations. It was a sight she hoped to never see again. Especially not in the rich, molten chocolate brown eyes gazing so intently at her now.
He touched her hand, and she jumped. “Easy, princess, we have all night.”
She shook her head. “Na…no, we don’t. We need to do this quickly, before I lose my nerve.”
He chuckled, and his eyes held as much amusement as his voice. “Making love with a lass as lovely as yourself should never be a hurried event. That would be a crime.” He nuzzled her neck and whispered against her skin. “It’ll take at least the rest of this night and half of the morrow to do proper homage to one such as you.”
Mia shuddered. “I don’t want you to—to—to make love to me. That’s much too personal. Just do it, fast and hard, and get it over with.”
This time he laughed out loud, and Mia smacked him, though her heart wasn’t really in the blow. He didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, he unclasped the broach holding her gown together at her shoulder, and he gathered her close as the deep-blue gossamer silk slithered to the floor and pooled between them.
He nuzzled her neck again, and shivers of delight scampered up and down her spine, landing with a resounding thud right in the middle of her belly. “When a starving man is set before a fine feast such as you, princess, he does not simply gobble his meal down and walk away. Oh, no, he savors every morsel of it, dines to near bursting, and thoroughly licks his plate clean afterward in appreciation.”