Greater Good, The
Healers, the peaceful Solonians trade with the people of the Realm for the one thing they need most and don’t have—men to breed children. Lady Katerina soon realizes, however, that she wants far more than a breeder. She wants a mate. Unfortunately, Juston isn’t the sort of man to take kindly to being traded as a stud, particularly when he discovers the Solonian marriage ritual includes fitting him with a control collar.
Length: Full Novel
Word Count: 91,378
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, July 2007
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Just tested his muscles before opening his eyes and giving away his consciousness. Instincts and habit had long ago taught him to be ready to fight immediately upon waking.
Though a bit of drowsiness still clouded his mind, his thoughts had cleared enough for him to realize he’d been drugged and not poisoned. The Solonians were healers and would have such things.
Cold heaviness lay on his wrists and he guessed his ankles wore similar shackles. Cloth rubbed against cloth alerting him to the presence of others. He heard the breathing of two people and caught the clean womanly scent he had detected about the Lady Katerina when he had first met her.
Ignoring the pain behind his eyes, Just blinked twice and opened his eyes. Lady Katerina sat in a chair near his head. Her guard, Vilicia, stood directly behind her, glaring at Just.
“He wakes already, Katerina,” Vilicia said, frowning at Just even more. “We should note that males need larger doses of sedatives than females the next time we need to use the drug.
“Hopefully, Vilicia, we won’t have to use the drug on him again. We must convince him to use good sense.” Now Katerina frowned at him also. “Though we’ve seen no indication that he possesses any.”
“Yes, it’s a wonder he’s survived as long as he has. This tendency to lose control can’t serve him well in his fight against the Others.”
Just’s foggy brain wasn’t catching all their words, but he heard enough to know he was being insulted. Remembered anger rose to burn off some of the haze. Apparently rudeness was a part of Solonian culture as well as kidnapping. Rudeness deserved rudeness. “What the hell do you want?”
The huge one stepped toward him, her lips pulled back in a snarl. It occurred to Just how helpless he was. The shackles held him stretched out flat on his back on a wooden cot.
“Watch your mouth, chained one. It wouldn’t bother me to teach you some manners and respect toward your betters.”
“Betters?” Just’s head hurt like hell, but the sluggishness was rapidly dissipating. “I see two common criminals who would rob a man of his personal rights and freedoms.”
Katerina raised her hand, forestalling any response from Vilicia. The warrior gave Just a look of disgust before retreating to the doorway. She leaned against the stone wall.
“I’m in the brig,” Just realized out loud. How would he escape from the stone dungeon? Most Realm structures were made of wood, but not this prison. He tugged on his restraints and found he could do little about his prone position. His mood went from bad to worse when he saw the sympathy on Lady Katerina’s face.
“We’re not here to debate such issues as your manners or lack of same, Just Steele. I want to discuss our arrangement and your options.”
Just started to interrupt, but her raised hand stopped him. Instant irritation flooded him because he obeyed her silent command.