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Tagline: His easy life felt stagnant until he found four fierce warrior women in his wildest dreams!
Satisfied but unenthusiastic in his role as a wealthy villa owner, D’Jwan embarks on a journey to the temple of his grandmother’s goddess. He performs a ritual to enter the dreamscape, hoping for a glimpse of destiny, but what he finds is far more exciting and dangerous.
Commander Xia and her warriors–fierce, hard-riding horsewomen of the Steppe–are in need of release and distraction when they happen upon a sexy man in a vulnerable position, and they want far more from him than his earthly goods. Forget lovely slave girls captured by the Roman Infantry or the village ingénue carried away by the barbarian hordes. Saddle up for the story of real Amazons unafraid of taking the pleasure they desire and deserve.
Warning: Fevered Dream is intended for adults only. The story contains graphic, descriptive, sexual language. If you are offended by steamy content, you might want to find another book.
The sound of hooves pounded the grass as Xia’s hunting party road back toward where they had planned to make camp for the evening. Dusk had hastened their return but smoke coming from the ruins of a nearby temple kept them on horseback for a bit longer. Xia was curious to see who visited the temple of the old goddess. Her riders kept bows handy as they approached the decrepit and usually undisturbed shrine, pulling reins to soften trotting steps.
Scouting ahead, Scyleia took the first look, lifting one finger to signal the number within the temple. Xia galloped forward, her bow pulled, ready to set loose an arrow until she saw Scyleia’s second signal, informing the rest of the group there was no threat.
“Who dares disturb this sacred place we have claimed as our own?” Xia asked.
Laughing, Scyleia shook her head. “He is nothing and no one. Look at his clothing, a man in a dress.”
“A fucking dirt lover,” Kepes added, spitting to emphasize her disdain for anyone who would prefer a life hobbled to a patch of the ground to dig in, rather than the freedom of a saddle.
Xia dismounted. Her leather and fawn-skin boots protected her feet as she crossed a path of broken stones and rubble, standing on rough terrain as she studied the man twitching and shaking by the fire. His eyes were wide open yet he was not conscious but neither was he with them on their plane of existence. She eyed the muscular thighs and calves visible beneath his man-dress.
“Even still, he’s pretty to look at.” Xia moistened her dry lips with her tongue. She raised an eyebrow as she looked over her shoulder at the horsewomen accompanying her.
Her three companions answered with knowing smiles and mild laughter.
Turning around, Xia pointed into the distance. “Micah and Scyleia, you set up camp over there. Kepes and I are going to have some fun with this one but we’ll cut you in soon enough.”
Micah’s nostrils flared and her dark eyes cut to the side under their epicanthic folded lids as she voiced her distaste. “Look”—she pointed out the mule grazing nearby— “he probably can’t even ride.”
Xia smiled, baring her teeth. “Probably not but perhaps he can be ridden.”
More laughter broke out amongst the warrior women, much louder this time.
Kepes craned her neck, taking in the fine form writhing by the fire. She crowed in agreement. “I’m in.”
Xia reached out, placing a hand on the small of her friend’s back as she winked. “Somehow, I knew you would be.”
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