Friday, 13 March 2015

L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves: Jenabe Aghaye - Parangada guerrilla...

Can a starship captain maintain the platonic 'mission protocol' with his first mate when they have to take on board two mysterious and beautiful alien empaths and deliver them safely to the peace talks on the gender-conflicted planet Ourania?

Will emotions boil over and physical needs conquer the reserve of duty?

So just who are the major players in the Ouranian peace talks?

Cytheria encounters Jenabe Aghaye, rebel leader of the Parangada guerrilla faction, in this snippet from 'L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves', a March 2015 release from Breathless Press to tease you -

Cytheria looked up to see a tall, heavily muscled, shaven-headed man opposite her. He lounged, one long, leather-clad leg draped over the arm of an ornately carved and decorated chair, his booted foot swinging idly. A sleeveless leather tunic studded with metal ornamentation—representations of phallic, bladed weapons and large, carnivorous animals—left his shoulders bare. A tableau of tattoos in the same vein adorned his huge biceps and thick, hairy forearms. One arm was draped languidly over the side of the chair. He played with the long flaxen hair of a slimmer, younger, and more gently featured man, not much more than a teenage boy, kneeling by his side. Cytheria realized the gentler emotions, and the loss, were coming from him, while it would have been plain even to a non-empath what the bigger man was feeling.
Cytheria took a moment to order her thoughts. She was not going to let anything slip, despite the pain and the circumstances; she was still a Dove, a diplomatic negotiator first and foremost. She had to play this situation very carefully.
"Greetings, warrior. I thank you and your esteemed house. I come seeking peace with honor for the good of all Ourania," she said.
"Fine words, feeble woman, but you will not sway me. I, Jenabe Aghaye, know you for what you are—a Federation lackey of the Naranari sent to tempt the honest, red-blooded men of Parangada with your wiles and your...body. The weak minded 'boys' who sit at the 'peace talks' know nothing of what it is to be a real man. I will not allow you to take the demands of the Naranari witches and tempt the feeble boys our leaders have sent to negotiate. You will feel our hidden power, and we will crush the Naranari. We will take Ourania in the ancient name of Ardhana, the warrior-hunter and rightful heir of Hymenaios. We need no...women," he said. He almost spat the final word. The hand that had been playfully toying with the long blond tresses of the kneeling boy had clenched into a fist as he spoke, and the boy winced.
"Honored Jenabe Aghaye, it would be foolish of a mere woman such as I to try to tempt a warrior, and I..."
"Be silent, off-world...temptress. The shape of your body and your long hair and your red lips are nothing to me. Nothing. We men of Ourania know that true pleasure is found among our own," he sneered as he dropped the boy's hair and stood.
He walked around Cytheria, lifting her hair, then letting it drop. He stroked his large hand over the shiny material of Cytheria's uniform, across her back and shoulders. The heavy press of it was tinged with the slightest hint of trembling. He was as scared as he was angry. He stopped and stood directly in front of her. His emotions were changing. Whatever he might claim, Cytheria's "wiles" were getting to him. She could tell he was starting to experience sexual arousal from touching the silkiness of her uniform and the smoothness of her skin beneath it. He was rattled. Cytheria saw the bulge already growing in the tight leather of his trousers. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up, leaning down to her as he did. His rugged features, weather beaten, a scar above one eye and rough stubble, were inches from Cytheria's lips. She could feel the warmth of his breathing growing more rapid as the tide of his emotions turned, the arousal sweeping ahead of anything else.
"Honored Jenabe Agha—"
"I said silence, off-world witch. I'll show you how men satisfy their needs. I need no woman. Boy!" he snapped, dropping her chin.

Come back soon for more revelations from "L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves" - and keep an eye open on Facebook, twitter and Google+ for more on #LHaD 

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