Worth His Freedom by Adonis Devereux

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Miria, a young noblewoman on the cusp of an arranged marriage, meets the Ausir Tsalrin, her father's mysterious assassin, and sparks fly immediately. Tsalrin is trapped by an ancient curse, and Miria cannot escape her father or the husband to whom he would sell her, a man who sees her merely as a political tool. Miria and Tsalrin's position is impossible, but neither one will give up their hidden love. Theirs is a story of struggle against abuse, bigotry, and paterfamilias. Their love is both their greatest danger and their only comfort as they search for their mutual freedom.

Be Warned: physical abuse of heroine.



Miria wanted to touch Tsalrin's face, but her hands were still imprisoned in Tsalrin's grasp. “I want you to be free of your servitude, to be free of that collar. Tell me how to help you.”

“Why? Would you do so much for any of your other slaves?”

Miria despaired. Her journey here, her intimate preparations, everything was vain. Tsalrin did not trust her at all. “Then I will go.” Miria wrenched her hands from Tsalrin's. “Stay here all night if you like, but I am leaving. And tomorrow I return to Nirrion. I do not want to be here if my presence is nothing but pain for you.” Her breast heaved, but she refused to cry in front of Tsalrin.

“No. Stay.” Tsalrin rose, too, and he pulled Miria to him. “Forgive my coldness, Lady. I have been alone for so long that I have forgotten what kindness is.” He kissed Miria's lips then, and if his earlier kisses in her father's cellar had been wine, this was fire.

Miria lost her breath in Tsalrin's kiss. Her knees trembled. She clung to Tsalrin's neck, and when his tongue pressed forward, she opened her lips to receive him. She pressed her body against his, and felt the rising of his phallus against her hungry flesh.

Tsalrin thrust his hand into her hair, pulling her head back, baring her neck. His kisses, fiery sunbursts on her skin, trailed down from where her pulse thundered in her throat, down to her breasts, with their hard and aching nipples. Tsalrin pulled back from Miria at that moment.

“Do you want this, Miria? Do you want me to have you?”

Miria could not speak at first. She nodded instead, but as Tsalrin pulled his gloves off, to give his hands full play of her body, she managed a whisper. “You will have to tell me what to do. I have never done this before.”

“Never?” The light in Tsalrin's eyes altered; he did not desire her less, at least Miria did not think so. She thought that, if anything, he wanted her more. She did not understand the difference, but she did not have long to think of it. Tsalrin unhooked the clasps that held her gossamer gown in place, and she was naked before him. She was not embarrassed, however, as she had been when Hedda had shaved her. No, Miria was burning with desire, with a need for which “desire” was too weak a name. She fumbled with the strange buckles that held his breeches in place, and Tsalrin helped her. He was as naked as she, excepting only his collar and the broad, gold bracelet on his left wrist, and she surveyed the contours of his body, the muscles of his chest, the curve of his strong calves; but she did not let her eyes dwell too long on his upright phallus. Instead, she fixed her gaze on his face.

Tsalrin laid his lips on hers again, and she kissed him with all the awakened passion in her soul. Her innermost womanhood ached, and Tsalrin laid her flat on the bed. His roving hands passed from her throat to her breasts, and the feel of his warmth on her sensitive nipples caused her to moan. His pressure on her breasts increased, until Miria was writhing on the bed.

“Please,” she said, but she did not even know what she was asking for. She slid her hands through his hair, through the inky smoothness of it, and then her fingers touched the rounded nubs of his sawn-off horns. She looked up at the alien face of her lover, at her horned and ancient lover, and she could not breathe.

Tsalrin touched her smooth mound, and the sudden heat from his skin was a fresh wave of sensation. He slipped one finger inside her, then two. The swift motion, back and forth, against the center of her blossom sent shivers throughout her body. The feeling built and built, until Tsalrin took his hands away, and Miria gasped. The ache consumed her, and she pulled Tsalrin's face toward hers, pressing her lips to his.


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First step into a new world
Written by undefined on 16th Jun 2012

I like very much reading fantasy, and that is what really got me in this book. There is a complex original world (not medieval, rather vaguely classic, quite unexpected)that I would love to explore more (sequel? prequel? hint, hint). It is true that it is only a background to the love story, but it is a luxurious background which gives the characters and their adventures great depth and interest. I really loved the two main charachters. Miria is so uber-sweet that sometimes I felt like shaking her a bit, but she turns out to be a tough little thing. Tsalrin (is that a great name or what?) is darkly misterious and he makes beautiful things, not your average assassin. My only minor issue with the book is in the language. I very much enjoyed the prose and the weaving of fantasy words into it, I only wish the dialogues were a bit looser, so that the characters could be more immediately present and lively. But that hardly hindered my enjoyment of the story! I don't see why romance books should shy away from well turned prose and intricate settings, and I am very happy to have found an author that agrees with me. It is of course rather, um, sizzling romance, but that is a great plus! :)

Bitten by Paranormal Romance
Written by Ollie on 10th Jan 2012

The title of this book is so appropriate and truly encompasses the depth of the emotions and the turmoil that Tsalrin and Miria encounter together. Now do not think that it was all heartache. The developing love between Tslarin and Miria, and Tslarin's growing trust in both feeling love for her and her love for him was beautiful and very moving at times. When these two get together they really burn up the pages. What truly captivated me about this book was the world that the author created. A beautiful fantasy world that had me visualizing the scenes before me, not quite like Earth but similar. At times it felt as if I was in the middle of Games of Thrones or The Lord of the Rings. The way Tslarin and Miria were physically described I couldn't help not picture in my mind Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen (Mmmm Jason Momoa) and they way Miria interacted in the formality with the use of her language. Perhaps that was the other aspect of the book that made the reader feel lost in the world. The language was full of formality, passion and beauty that it felt as if it was from another time period of long ago. The premise of the book focuses on Tslarin and Miria's determination to free themselves from their bonds of servitude that both are forced to obey. The struggles that both Tslarin and Miria endured while in bondage and their attempts to be together and to love each other freely had me screaming at certain points of the book "please give them a break!" This was a wonderful book that had so much happening that it will appeal not only to paranormal romance fans but also fantasy and historical romance readers. The only things that bothered me were the unusual words that they writer used at times where I had to re-read a part to understand who was speaking or to understand the terms. I also would have liked to have seen the ending expanded upon more and felt it ended too abruptly and left me wanting more. This is not a negative but a positive as I wanted to see more of this beautiful couple.