Samhain Publishing ♦ June 11, 2010
ISBN-13: 9781609280857 ♦ ISBN-10: 1609280857
Futuristic Romance, BDSM, Ménage a trios
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Please note, that WASTELAND: THE WHORE is available in print as part of the WASTELAND anthology.
Her quest for freedom plunges her into dangerous waters…of desire.
Bryn is a “Rose”, but her life is no garden. A stolen child, prostitution is the only life she’s ever known—except on the nights she sneaks out in stolen men’s clothing to explore the city. A tiny taste of freedom that makes her long for a life outside sexual servitude, at the mercy of any man who can pay.
Xander remembers no other home except his pirate ship, smuggling weapons or anything else for a fee. He’s been happy with his life and his lover, Hawke…until he rescues who he thinks is a young man from robbers.
Figuring she can blend in with the crew, Bryn jumps at the chance to escape the Brothel. Then she discovers Xander and Hawke have a taste for pretty boys—and that she has a taste for them. In their arms, she embraces their incredible gift: control of her own sexuality.
Though women are considered bad luck at sea, Xander isn’t of a mind to give her up. Yet the time is drawing near when the ship must return to Wasteland to resupply. And what awaits them there is a danger that could tear them apart.
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“I can clean.”
As the men stopped and turned to face her, Bryn slapped a hand over her mouth. What the hell had she just said? Not only was the idea of working on a ship insane, but she’d never held a broom.
The Captain nailed her with his gaze, and her heart stopped. Brown eyes. Direct and intense and sparkling with intelligence.
She took a step back. “Or not…”
The skinny man gave her a slow once-over. Normally, such an obvious assessment would have disgusted her, but, oddly, it didn’t. As his gaze roamed her body, a shiver of something went through her. Something she couldn’t quite identify. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
Strange, that.
“You looking for a job?” the thin man said.
She nodded her head. “Yes.”
Their expressions were amused. The Captain stepped forward, and her heart skipped as he dipped his head to look her in the eye.
What were these men doing to her? Had she actually inhaled something intoxicating and was now suffering a contact high? That one trader’s incense had smelled a bit funny…
The Captain put a hand on his hip. She noticed that hand was marked. A burn mark. And it appeared fresh.
Okaaay. That didn’t look too good.
He said, “Yes or no, boy? We don’t have all night.”
Her hands clenched at her sides as her palms went damp. Her pulse hammered and her head spun. Was this really happening? Were they offering her a chance for escape?
She’d never cleaned a floor in her life.
She was posing as a man.
The ship was probably full of nefarious characters and big danger.
No one was more surprised than she was to hear herself say, “Yes. I am in need of a job, and I can clean. If you think you can take me on. On the ship, I mean.”
The Captain’s all-assessing gaze was much quicker than his friend’s but it sent a shiver up her spine.
He gave her a quirked grin. “Oh, I think I can take you, boy. Now let’s go.”