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The Dark Prince's Harem - Dark Elf Bride
D'Rani finds herself in the depths of the Nine Hells with the insatiable Dark Prince Raja Kumara as nothing more than a bargaining chip to the demonic rulers of the underworld. Lord Kumara however, seems to have long standing plans for the mortal and along with his eerie thrall Yaralli and Sajiba his mysterious and well endowed servant, the Dark prince puts D'Rani's erotic skills to the test.
My first title in the Dark Prince series is now available on Smashwords. It's approximately 5,500 words and selling for $0.99. Below, I have included the first 20% of the story as an excerpt. Be on the lookout for the second book in the series, Faithful Servant.
The moonlight
poured through the parted drapes and cast a glow upon the lovely
female figure that stood near Raja. The glow of the lit candles from
the candelabra she held illuminated her dark features while the light
of the moon cast an almost iridescent glow upon her ebony skin. Her
long, silvery hair shone unrestrained in the dim, warm lighting and
her dark eyes sparkled with interest as she looked down at his seated
form.
The pale, dark
haired demon rose to his full height of seven feet, almost the
perfect contrast to his dark elf companion's coloring. His long
fingers reached out for the iron candle holder and gently took it
from her grasp, setting it upon the bone inlaid side table for her
before he returned his nearly colorless gaze to her once more. Again
his hand reached out, this time to brush the long silken, silvery
strands of hair from her angular face to get a better look at her
features.
Her lips were full
and set in somewhat of a frightened pout, and when Raja gently ran
his long fingernails down the flesh of her long neck she closed her
eyes. He smiled at the view of her intricate white eyeliner that
curled and spiraled about her charcoal colored skin, his manicured
nails lightly grazing her until they came upon the satiny, gathered
collar of her dress that came to rest just above her proud, jutting
breasts.
“You are an
impeccable vision.” He told her lustily while tugging at the ties
that held the bodice of her clingy dress upright. With one firm pull
he had released the left side of her dress and the satin glided
across her soft skin to show him a firm, taut nipple. He smiled down
at the sight, noting with interest the way her face stayed calm
despite her eyes being shut to him. “Look at me.” He told her,
not quite using the voice of command he was capable of.
The young dark elf
did as told and lifted her black eyes to him, her features unmoving.
There was the flicker of fear and uncertainty deep behind her dark
orbs, Raja could see it as much as he could smell it. To her credit,
the girl maintained her posture and pose even when he unlaced the
string on her right shoulder. The gown fell away stopping at the
swell of her hips and holding tight, leaving her chest bared. Her
breathing intensified, causing her alerted breasts to heave
delicately on her slender frame.
“You don't have
the same fear of me as others do.” He smiled, towering at least a
foot and a half over her. He slid his fingers up between her breasts
and rested upon her somewhat pointed chin to raise her gaze and keep
it locked with his.
“I grew up in a
land which was rife with demons and vampires.” She told him in a
husky voice, her eyes exploring his face as she spoke.
“Naturally, my
dear.” The Prince curled his lips into a smile, the hint of fang
showing on the right side of his mouth. “That is how you find
yourself in such a predicament, is it not? Here you stand, the
plaything of the Ninth Kingdom of the Hells, yet I think...you could
be so much more. Tell me your story, D'Rani.”
The woman bowed her
head and allowed Raja to lead her to the center of the room. She
sensed eyes gazing at her from all of the dark reaches of the large
chamber, but calmed her breathing as she sat in a high backed chair
bathed in glimmering moonlight for the Prince, and whatever loomed in
the shadows to see. Lifting her head with an heir of aristocracy
despite her humble position, the woman spoke in a fluid and deep
voice.
“My mother was a
student of the dark arts, Necromancy specifically.” D'Rani began.
“Her favored husband, my father, died before I was born and since
that time it was her personal quest to restore him regardless of the
cost.” The dark elf crossed her legs and straightened her spine,
her hands folding demurely in her lap as she continued. “When The
Black Art was outlawed from my homeland, she moved us to the swamps,
forsaking all of our inheritances and titles. Shortly after I had
come into my first blood, she met a...a man...who became her lover.”
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