Tying The Knot

TYING THE KNOT

Treva Harte

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Tying the Knot Treva Harte This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Tying the Knot

“Laurie?”

Oh my God. The look on Mike’s face made her cheeks burn hot. She’d been prepared for the initial shock when she was found. She’d told herself she wouldn’t care -- she’d just be grateful when someone, anyone, finally showed up. But she hadn’t expected the someone to be a stunned-looking male friend and an equally stunned-looking hotel employee. It didn’t help that the bellboy was freckle-faced and looked like an innocent puppy. At the moment his eyes were about as wide as a cartoon character’s. Her wrists, bound to the bedposts with colorful scarves, ached. She shifted her legs, trying to figure out a more modest position, but when you were tied up to a bed dressed in just a short, sheer dressing gown, there was no modest position available. Maybe it would have helped if she were some tiny little pixie. Laurie knew at five-foot-six, with the kind of body she had, every physical asset she had showed and then some. She was grateful rescue had arrived. Of course. But why had rescue appeared in the form of a guy she’d known since high school? They’d shared lots of firsts -- first date, first kiss. She hadn’t really wanted to share this particular first with him.

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“I -- uh -- you didn’t show up for the wedding rehearsal and…” Mike kept staring at her. “I better get you loose.” He inched toward her and then began to tug at the knots. His arm brushed against her breast. Oh my God. He was a tall man. Powerful. What if he brushed against her for real? What if he teased her while she was tied up here and -Oh. For just a half second, she’d forgotten why she was here. She’d forgotten someone else was there with them, watching. She’d forgotten he was engaged. “I’m sorry. They got pulled pretty tight.” His voice was tight with his own embarrassment. “I know you have a Swiss Army knife with you. You always do. Do you think you could manage to cut them? Like, now, maybe?” Laurie tried not to sound impatient. Mike whipped out his knife and began to saw. “Hey, dude! Better watch out for the bedposts. We don’t need any nicks in them,” the bellhop said. When her arms dropped down to the bed, Laurie couldn’t help her little moan of relief. Then she struggled to sit up. “I have a sash on the floor somewhere.” Mike practically threw it at her. “Maybe I better go,” the bellhop said, hopefully. “Maybe you better stay. I need help catching the person who did this.” Laurie cleared her throat. “You don’t think I got tied up for fun, do you?” “Uh…” The bellboy hesitated. Oh my God. He did. “What kind of hotel is this?” Her adrenaline was going now.

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“No, no, of course we didn’t.” Mike’s answer came a little too late and little too guiltily. “A thief did this to me! You have a thief in the hotel who, when I walked out of the bathroom, grabbed me and tied me up. I guess he took my money and camera and…” She wasn’t going to cry. Laurie shut her eyes for a moment to make sure she didn’t. “Laurie, don’t! I’m so sorry.” Mike started to give her a hug, like they’d always done when one of them was depressed. He pulled away quickly. “We need to call the police.” “Yes. Oh no. Your rehearsal must be going on now. I’m sorry. This is spoiling everything. I bet Elizabeth is upset.” Laurie rubbed her wrists again even though they were starting to feel better. She just didn’t want to look at her buddy when she mentioned Elizabeth’s name. E-liz-a-beth -- she always enunciated the name like that and never allowed nicknames -- was a royal pain in the butt. But she was the royal pain in the butt bride. If Mike didn’t know how most of his friends felt about Elizabeth, Laurie didn’t want to be the first to let him know. But she probably hated her more than all his other friends put together and that was going some. Why had Mike, one of the best guys she knew, ever chosen to spend his life with a harpy? Elizabeth couldn’t be that good in bed. Shoot, she could be better than Elizabeth. She’d have to be. She’d care about what Mike wanted once in a while. Damn, she cared about what he wanted too much now. “Of course she’ll be upset. So am I. We don’t want you hurt, Laurie… Oh, shit!” Laurie stared at Mike. He was an easygoing guy -- his sunny nature fit with his lanky frame and boy-next-door good looks. He always had a smile on or had one nearby. She’d never seen him look this upset before. “What?” “Laurie, you aren’t hurt, are you? I mean -- you know?” Mike grabbed her by the shoulders.

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“Oh. Oh. No. Except where the thief hit me on the head. I never had the chance to identify him. Or her.” “OK. Good. Great.” Mike let her go abruptly again and backed away. “Listen, Scott, can you call the police?” “Sure, dude!” Scott the bellhop scurried away, although Laurie had the feeling he managed one last glance at her with her hastily tied robe. That guy might not be as innocent as he looked.

Mike walked down the hall, feeling ready to punch a wall. If he ever found out who’d done this to Laurie he’d -- He stared down at his clenched fist, feeling strange all around. He was some kind of pervert. Had to be. Maybe it came from being engaged to Elizabeth and playing some of her bedroom games. But when he saw Laurie tied up… Shit. His first thought had been how incredibly hot she looked while bound. That was sick. That was like sneaking a peek at your sister. For years he’d conveniently ignored what a great body Laurie had. You can’t stay just pals with someone who was that built unless you thought of her as a sister or one of the guys. He preferred to think of her the way she was in high school. Before she filled out, she kinda had looked like one of the guys. One that played basketball straight out, was loyal to her friends and always around when you had girlfriend problems or work problems or ju… Laurie was a good buddy. A good buddy with damn great breasts. A great buddy who looked like some kind of carnal offering all spread out on that bed… Shit. He had to stop that. He hadn’t wanted to stop touching her. He’d wanted to see if she was wet and wanting him. If he only could have taken that robe off completely he would have dived on…

Stop it, you horny idiot.

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Mike stood outside the reception hall and took a deep breath. Everyone else was inside. Elizabeth would be inside. Elizabeth would be furious. She always got way too anxious about everything running like clockwork and she’d been worse than usual now that the wedding was so close. Mike hid a grin. She’d take out her frustration in bed tonight, like always. He’d never been with any woman who was so good in the sack. All he had to do was be there for the ride. She did all the rest and then some. Damn, tonight maybe he’d work out a few frustrations too. Not that she’d let him tie her up and -What the hell was wrong with him? He was getting married tomorrow. Fantasizing about Laurie was just plain wrong and he was going to forget about his nasty little ideas. Starting now. He walked hastily through the door. Elizabeth was sitting at the table where he’d left her. She looked perfect -- glossy brown hair, tailored suit, make up in place. Elizabeth always looked perfect. “So?” Elizabeth had that pinched look between her eyebrows that meant she was annoyed. “You’re terribly late.” “Couldn’t help it, dear.” Mike didn’t try for a kiss. “Laurie was in trouble.” His fiancée let out an annoyed huff of air. “Someone had hit her on the head and tied her up in her hotel room. She was lucky I went to check on her.” “Well, is she going to show up?” “The police are with her now. I tried to get her to see a doctor but she wouldn’t.” Mike kept his voice calm. Elizabeth drummed her neatly manicured fingers on the table, but didn’t say anything.

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“We’ll just have to move on without her. Honestly, I only had her be a bridesmaid because you insisted.” Elizabeth shut her mouth tightly and stood up. “Everyone, we might as well start the rehearsal.” Did he need someone who called all the shots? Someone who made sure the world revolved around her? Maybe he wanted to decide things. Maybe he wanted someone who let herself trust him enough to be helpless. Just for a while. Just because they’d both like it. He bet he could make Laurie scream. Elizabeth only screamed when she didn’t get her way. God, if Laurie was tied up he’d make sure she got what she wanted…eventually. Mike swallowed. Laurie. His cock twitched at the thought. Damn. He was hard and hot and in trouble. Now what did he do about it?

“Mike?” Laurie opened the door. “What are you doing here? I thought you and the boys would be out for a night on the town before the wedding. After all, this is Vegas.” “Naw.” Mike looked strange. “Are you all right, Laurie? I wanted to check on you.” “I’m fine. Really. A little shaken, but fine.” Laurie beckoned him in, then closed the door behind him. “You didn’t have to worry. It turns out the thief didn’t even take anything. I guess I scared him off.” She’d been sitting quietly for much too long now, realizing she was in the wrong place. Best friend or not, she shouldn’t have showed up to watch Mike get married. “That’s good.” Mike shifted his feet. “Laurie?” “Yes?” “You’re a really nice person.”

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“Thanks. I think.” Laurie tilted her head to one side. “Usually that’s the start of telling someone something really bad. What’s up?” “And you’ve got these great eyes. I never know what color they are for sure, you know? They change with your moods.” “Yes, Mike.” “And I like the red in your hair -- how you catch red glints in the sunlight or when you move it around. I always did.” Laurie rubbed her forehead. Had something gotten knocked out of whack? This wasn’t making any sense. “Does this have a point? And are you going to tell me what it is soon?” “You work with kids who need help. You’re a true friend. You’re really… nice.” Mike stared at the carpet. “You’re wife material. Why haven’t you gotten married?” “Well, the right guy hasn’t asked me.” Laurie wondered if Mike had already gotten drunk and she was just missing the signs. “Who would the right guy be?” “Someone who loves me. Who wants to have kids. The usual.” Laurie thought a little more. “Someone who puts me first. I mean, I know it’s a little much to expect since I’m in my thirties but I want someone who -- well, who has been waiting to do all those things until he met the right woman. That way, when we get married and have babies together, it’ll be the first time for both of us.” “You want someone nice.” Mike summed it up. “I suppose I do.” “I’m a nice guy.” “Yes, you are.” Laurie nodded. She wondered if she’d have to call Elizabeth. No. Things would have to get a lot stranger before she did that.

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“But not in bed. I’m not nice in bed. I like -- ” Mike stopped. “This isn’t going to work.”

Oh! Please let this not be what it sounded like. Please. Because if he asked her, she might just say yes. What nice girl said yes, even if she was dying to have the guy? He was so gorgeous. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hands holding her down, making her want more. Giving her more. “You aren’t thinking about -- um -- ” Laurie had no idea how to put this delicately. “About cheating on Elizabeth the night before the wedding, are you?”

With me. She didn’t add that. She didn’t add that her legs were trembling at the idea of she and Mike in bed. Doing not very nice things to each other. Something very strange had happened ever since Mike looked at her this afternoon while she was tied up on the bed. She had refused to think about him that way for years. Now, suddenly she couldn’t stop fantasizing about his hands on her, about his mouth hot and wet on her nipples and pussy -Oh God. She wasn’t the only one. It was obvious Mike was aroused. Very aroused. “I’m not marrying Elizabeth.”

Yahooo! “Are you sure?” Laurie asked, as calmly as she could. “Somewhere during the rehearsal I knew I couldn’t get married for real. Not to her. Not when all I wanted was to come back to Room 44, tie you up again and screw your brains out.” Mike swallowed. They stared at each other. “Are you going to slap me?” “Not unless you’re into that sort of thing.” Laurie couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. “No! I’ve never -- I mean, I’ve never been into bondage before. You just looked so tasty all tied up. I can’t stop thinking about it.” Mike stretched one hand out, tentatively. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

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“I guess bondage would be a first, wouldn’t it. For both of us.” He smiled. “We gave each other our first French kiss. In ninth grade.” “True.” “You were a very hot kisser.” “So were you, Mike.” Laurie moved a little closer to him. He put his hand on her shoulder, less tentatively. “Are you still?” He showed her. Long, slow, easy motions of his tongue. A pause and then another sweep. A nip. A murmur of approval when she responded. Still burning hot. His hands weren’t hesitant anymore as they stroked her shoulders, her neck, her breasts. Laurie sighed. His fingers traced the veins on her wrists, then they gripped her wrists tight. Slowness changed to speed as he pulled her wrists up high and pushed her against the wall. His body was tight, hard, urgent against hers and she found herself rubbing against that demanding body. They’d done this in high school once or twice, driving each other crazy -before they scared each other off. She wasn’t scared now. Mike rocked against her, coaxing soundlessly. “All right then,” Laurie whispered against his neck. “You’ve convinced me. Tie me up, Mike.” “Oh, God.” His voice sounded agonized, thick with need. “Are you sure it’s OK?” “No. But I’m willing to try.”

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She found herself for the second time that day, lying with her arms outstretched, tied to the bedposts. This time she watched her high school buddy carefully wrap a scarf around each wrist and wanted to moan. “Does it feel all right? Nothing pinches?” He looked up from his work and she saw his gaze stop, staring at her body in the robe. Had she ever seen a man’s eyes glaze over just from looking at her? Laurie had a feeling this was another first. She moved her legs, restlessly. The warmth inside her was building unbearably. “So beautiful,” Mike whispered and bent his head down, down to where she felt warmest… and wettest. When his tongue first touched her, she screamed. She bit her lip trying to stop the sound. He licked her again and she bucked upward. Mike chuckled against her skin, making her squirm more. He spread her thighs open and held her legs down. She knew he was looking at her, exposed and vulnerable. “This is going to be fun,” he said. Fun? Playing the slots was fun. Going on amusement rides was fun. Fun? As Laurie sobbed and sweated and came close to peak, she vaguely knew he needed a different word. Not fun. This orgasm was amazing… incredible… She couldn’t think of the word. She couldn’t think of anything except her screaming need. She wanted to writhe in agonized pleasure. She wanted to grip Mike’s head and force him to hurry. But she couldn’t move. That enforced stillness made her even hotter. She was on the edge, so close… Mike could do whatever he wanted with her. Anything. He was, too. He teased, got her close, then stopped… until he began his next ruthless assault on her body. He’d been right -- he was not a nice guy in bed. Thank God. “Finish me off. I’m going crazy!”

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His fingers probed, found the right spot, and paused. “Make me.” “Make you? I can’t. I -- please, Mike. Please.” She licked her lips and he paused, distracted. “Mike, damn it, please.” “Please, huh?” His fingers tickled and she began to shake. “Tell me something better. Beg me.” “Michael -- oh God. I’m begging. Please. I’m going to die here.” He pressed his fingers against her clit, just the right amount of pressure.

”Ohhhh!” She careened off into her climax. “Laurie?” Gradually she realized he was talking to her, calling her name. Laurie lay there, fighting for breath, feeling Mike still hard against her thigh. How could he sound so calm? “Yes?” She panted. “You’re not the first woman I’ve ever asked. But you’re the first I’ll ever marry. If you’ll have me?” “I suppose I will. I suppose I have to.” “Do I have to force the right words out of you?” She laughed. “Yes. Yes, of course, I will.” “Good answer, Laurie. The only answer.” Of course. This was Mike after all. Her buddy. The man who had tied her down and still had her tied. The man who was stroking the insides of her legs and gradually creeping his fingers higher. The man who was getting her primed for a second round as he slid himself against her wet, slick flesh. He hadn’t been the only man she’d ever loved. But he’d been the first. Laurie smiled as he entered her.

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Right. He felt just right. Hard. Hungry. The perfect fit. He kissed her -- a long, slow, sweet kiss. She’d missed those kisses of his. Aching need filled her. She hadn’t let herself remember how good his kisses were.

”I’m scared, Mike.” “Me, too.” “This is too much. Too… too big.” “Just your kisses… I think about them at night.” They stopped, still panting. “You’re just a baby, Laurie. This could get too serious. I don’t want to hurt you.” “Be honest, Mike. You could get hurt, too.” “Yeah. Yeah, we both could.” He’d gone away to college a few weeks later and they’d gone on to other people. But no one ever kissed her like Mike.

Intercourse didn’t last long this time. They were both too hungry -- hungrier than when they’d been teenagers with a world of sex just opening up to them to explore. Waiting wasn’t possible. Now just the slide of his cock against her made her whimper. She would have clung to him if she was able. There wasn’t any need, though. His cock pushed home, sure of the path. She let her vaginal muscles do the clinging since her arms couldn’t, milking him as strongly as she was able. He held himself inside her, deep, and cried out when his come filled her. His cry released her second sharp, hot climax. Tears, hot, joyful tears, traced their way down her face. She let them go, unable to wipe them away.

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What was going on? She never came this fast a second time. She never cried because she was so satisfied, so happy. Oh my God. Was it the bondage or the man that was getting to her? Did it matter? She could have both. Forever. Forever and ever. To have and to hold… They weren’t afraid of getting hurt this time. “Mine.” He whispered to her.

Mine. Laurie opened her eyes. Her wrists were starting to hurt, but it was a good hurt. She loved him so much. She always had. “You were the first, Mike. I guess you were meant to be the last.”

Treva Harte Treva Harte read far too many romances for far too long. One day the inevitable happened. She started writing her own brand of romance. She claims taking care of the family's neurotic miniature dachshund and raising two elementary school age kids is a full time job itself, but in addition she works as an attorney in a city with many other attorneys. She and her husband both like writing in whatever time they have left, so they often fight over -- sorry, since they are attorneys they negotiate -- keyboard time. Visit Treva on the web at www.trevaharte.com or email her at [email protected].

***** Read on for a tantalizing glimpse of

Every Good Boy Deserves Favor by Treva Harte Coming from Loose Id in July 2004

Every Good Boy Deserves Favor

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Jewel heard the roar of male voices and the loud trumpeting beyond the Castle M’Cee walls. She pushed her purpleblack hair back from her eyes, pausing for a moment. “Who is it this time?” The deep-throated yells reached a crescendo, echoing through the outer walls of the castle. Jewel swore the keep trembled just slightly from the noise. “Karenna, I think,” Tess answered. “She always makes a good display for them. They love looking at her as naked as possible. I wish I could manage to look good with just nipple chains.” “Better her than me.” Jewel went back to weeding the tiny herb garden, tuning out the cries. “Being thrown once to those jackals was more than enough.” “The display starts the time of favor. That makes babies,” Tess answered. “And it keeps the men from trying to tear the place down, stone by stone to get at us.” Jewel shrugged, dismissing the argument. Other women might accept or even enjoy the time of favor. She didn’t. Never would. Fortunately, she had other gifts to bring to the keep’s sisterhood. The Castle M’Cee might not depend on her healing gifts yet, but everyone knew she was one of the keep’s more promising apprentices. She would never have to go through the whole ritual of giving favor again. At least that was one of the endless, dreary tasks of the castle she could skip. She’d been living all her twenty four years in the keep and knew this was where she’d be for the rest of her days, following the same routine .There was no other life for a female. No other tolerable life, anyhow. She’d heard rumors of what happened to unprotected females captured by males. “Don’t you ever get tired of this?” Jewel asked Tess, suddenly. Tess looked confused. “Tired of what?”

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“Everything. You know what day it is because it is wash day or sewing day or whatever task it was the week before. There’s never anything new here.” Jewel gestured to the tidy little garden. “We even plant the same herbs every year in the same spot.” Tess stared at her as if she’d grown wings and fangs. “What do you mean, Jewel?” “Never mind.” Jewel dug hard into the earth and pulled. “Jewel, that’s Cone Flower, not a weed!” Tess snatched it from her hand, distressed. “Maybe you should go downstairs. There should be tea soon.” “Of course there will be tea soon. It’s almost four o’clock isn’t it?” Jewel muttered. She glanced at Tess and her worried face. She’d just confused the poor woman. “Tea would probably be a good idea.” Tess smiled, clearly relieved. “It’s very soothing, especially if it’s—well, you know. Your time.” Jewel took a long, deep breath before she stood up. She wasn’t going to snap at her companion. She wasn’t. Tess was only saying what any woman in M’Cee would say, of course. Jewel could predict the conversations by now. What would Tess say if Jewel told her, only one more predictable word would set Jewel screaming and she wasn’t sure she could stop? “She’d probably just be convinced it was my time,” Jewel muttered. “Any problem, dear?” Tess smiled up at her. “No. None at all.” “Jewel!” KarLa, their Eldress, stepped into the tiny garden. “Come with me, please. I must speak to you immediately.” “Before tea?” Jewel asked. This must be an emergency. It certainly was a break with the routine. “Before anything.” The Eldress impatiently beckoned to her.

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***** Ara stood, hands at her hips, breasts jutting forward, once again in the same stance she’d held far too often over the past year or two at Castle Bloomingdell. Maryam stooped before her, carefully painting and enhancing the redness of her nipples. “Done!” she announced. “No, hold still. Now for the nipple ornaments.” Ara sighed as the first one was fastened into place. Someone behind her began to brush her white hair and paint glitter into the strands. Every part of her body was meant to be put on show during the display. Was it really her fault she’d been subjected to this so often? The initial excitement was gone. The terror left next. Now she was more bored than anything else. Bored and faintly repulsed. She was just plain tired of giving her favor. “Girdle or not? What do you think?” Maryam asked over her shoulder to the other two women. “The girdle makes it hard to breathe when you cinch it so tightly,” Ara said. No one responded. She didn’t even have a say any more in what she should use to entice the waiting men. Not that she cared. “I wonder how the bigger castles make a display with their females.” The Eldress wondered aloud thoughtfully, pinching at Ara’s nipple so that Maryam could push the jeweled bar in easily. Ara’s smaller, everyday ornaments were carelessly pushed aside. “Perhaps we are too old-fashioned. I could contact Castle M’Cee with an e to find out what they do.” Ara shifted uncomfortably. Having these nipple ornaments in, both pleased and tormented her. The slight pleasurepain made her restless in ways she couldn’t quite describe. Goddess knew that fulfilling her obligations during the time of favor didn’t satisfy that restlessness. Sometimes her time alone with a special dildo came close—not that there would be any private time any time soon. Ara tried to focus her mind on something else.

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“I haven’t seen any of the men losing interest,” Maryam answered with a sniff. “I think I create a damn fine display with the talent I’ve been given.” “No offense meant. However, with but three women to display—” The Eldress began. “—and with us being put on display every month—” Reina agreed. “—the last thing we need is for the men to get restless or bored,” the Eldress finished. The last thing we need is for the men to get restless or bored? A pox on the men. What about her? Ara scowled. “Don’t ruin the makeup, girl,” Maryam warned, absently. “It took near an hour to do properly.” “What difference does any of this make?” Ara said. “Ulrich will win me. He always wins all of us. I won’t breed. No one will breed. Then we’ll do this all over again next month. We have to change something. It’s time to realize we have some big problems.” No one said anything. “I hate to agree with such a peevish wench, but she has a point,” Maryam said at last. “Change what?” Reina asked, fearfully. “This is what we’ve always done.” “We need advice.” The Eldress pulled at her chin. “Somewhere some of our sisters will know what is wrong and how to remedy our problems. I’ve already begun to e the larger keeps.” “But we have the problem right now,” Ara pointed out. “How long can we wait?” No one answered.

***** “The men will be at the gate, waiting for the champion to enter the keep,” KarLa drummed her fingers against the computer. “If we want to get anyone out, that would be the time.”

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“Very well.” Jewel swallowed the nervous excitement rising in her throat and tried to sound matter-of-fact. “That’s as good a time as any.” “None of us have been outside Castle M’Cee for a generation at least. We can’t tell you what to expect. I’m only doing this because Bloomingdell has such an emergency. It’s a terrible pity their only healer died.” KarLa frowned. “Their Eldress is a good woman but—ah well, she does her best. It’s our duty to help.” “Of course.” Sisterhood was one of the only defenses against the rest of the world. Jewel had that drummed into her since childhood. When there were but a handful of women in the world you had to help your fellow females. “You may pass for a boy with your looks, but we can’t count on that. Put a dagger in each boot. Don’t forget to use it if you have to.” The Eldress gripped Jewel’s hands. “Be alert. Be careful.” “Eldress.” “Yes?” KarLa asked. “You’re telling me very old news. Don’t worry. I’ll get to the Castle Bloomingdell. I don’t know yet why their women haven’t been able to get pregnant, but I’ve been trained to diagnose and heal such disorders. I’ll e you from there in no time at all.” “See that you do, Jewel.”

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Praise for the writing of Treva Harte Every Good Boy Deserves Favor Treva Harte brings us a future world where women live cloistered lives in protected keeps, giving "favor" only to those men who earn the right to bed them, a world where fertility is waning and love is merely an old fantasy kept alive in ancient romance novels. Every Good Boy Deserves Favor is a fascinating look at the age old battle of the sexes in a world gone awry, a world where Ms. Harte's women discover that love truly does survive the apocalypse. -- Kate Douglas, author of Wolf Tales 2: Alexandria (Changeling Press) Seductively alien, yet strangely familiar, Treva Harte has created a sensual world that will entrance lovers of erotic fantasy in her new book Every Good Boy Deserves Favor. Her characters delight, her plot enthralls - like a world-class appetizer at a five-star restaurant, this book satisfies on all levels, yet whets the appetite for more, more...more! -- Sahara Kelly, author of Now Playing: Midsummer’s Nightmare (Changeling Press) There's just nothing like a Treva Harte hero...Tortured, yet sweet, Alpha to the max and endearing -- all in one fabulous read. I never regret picking up a book by her and this time was no different. Don't miss out on the adventures of Jewel and Mio and the inventive genius only Treva Harte can produce in that wonderfully, whacky way she calls her own! -- Dakota Cassidy, author of It’s a Vampire Thing (Liquid Silver) One of the funniest, most heart wrenching, scariest looks at the future I’ve read in ages. Every Good Boy Deserves Favor -- and every bad girl will love these good boys. Whether you enjoy satire, or just a good hot read, you’ll love Treva’s Every Good Boy. -- Shelby Morgen, author of Dragon’s Watch 1: Gargoyle (Changeling Press)

Every Good Boy Deserves Favor Available July 2004 from Loose Id