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May 10, 2011 | Teaser Tuesday

Just for dangerously sexy readers here’s a peek from Slave Market coming soon from New Concepts Publishing!

The razor edge of the female’s pincers drew blood. Cassandra clamped her teeth and remained quiet. She’d heard the female Krinegi were almost as touchy as their notoriously bad-tempered males and she knew an angry guard could cause a terrifying amount of pain.

A series of angry buzzes and harsh clicks erupted from the female’s open mandible. A heartbeat later, the device implanted in her thorax translated the noises to, “Disgusting thin-skinned humanoid.”

Although Cassandra had been scoured and groomed thoroughly, memories of the last three years of depravity and constant torture flooded her with self-loathing. Disgusting summed up her own feelings much too accurately.

Her escort stopped at a replicator and applied a dressing to Cassandra’s oozing wound, topping the bandage with a syn-metal clamp-on armlet. She inspected the temporary repair, nodded to herself, and gripped the armlet firmly with her pincer.

Before long the corridor let them out in a busy hive of Krinegi industry. Other slaves from the Maldorean ship already waited on a platform. A glance backward revealed more slaves being escorted toward the same platform. She was hurried up the steps and took her indicated place. A force field snapped closed around her.

An expectant crowd, of many species–some she’d never seen, jostled for position around the stage. Scanning the potential buyers, she shuddered with both dread and cold, and gave thanks for the force field that protected her from the spectators and bidders, at least temporarily.

A towering Krinegi male descended in a personal hovercraft, stopping just above the front of the platform. His amplified translator broadcast across the arena. “Welcome to the Slave Market.”

He continued and the crowd quieted as he opened the bidding with the offer of a tall Hakanese male. The humanoid did not wear a collar, but he stood passively, staring straight ahead as the Krinegi described him. From her position near the back of the stage, she saw only the back of his head, neck, and upper shoulders. At the base of his neck the universal sign for a water demon’s servant was tattooed.

A surge of empathy for his plight washed over her and she wondered what had happened to his master. Perhaps the demon’s servant had been stolen from his home world as she had been. Maldoreans weren’t the only species to traffic in slaves. They weren’t even the worst.

Sounds of a scuffle pulled her attention to the area behind the platform. A pair of powerful males shimmered with aggression despite the heavy manacles binding their hands and feet. For a second she could have sworn they were covered in scales. But she blinked and the illusion vanished.

The one closest to her met her gaze and flashed her smile of dazzling brightness. His eyes flashed amber with an earth-dragon’s elliptical pupils. Drawn so strongly, she couldn’t have resisted, she stared at the other male. The glow of a fire-dragon’s ruby irises met her stunned gaze. An insane urge to protect them roared through her veins.

Cassandra forced her eyes away from those dangerously compelling males and the wild yearning to erase the damage that kept her inner dragon permanently latent–for things that could never be. From under her lashes she sought another peek at the gorgeous pair, but they were being dragged away by a squad of humanoid guards, wearing silver body armor with an air- dragon’s royal crest.

If dragon males were held captive, then she truly had no hope. She tried to find comfort that they weren’t being auctioned off, but the strange feeling she’d failed the magnificent males persisted.

With no distraction from her failure to save the males or to escape her miserable slavery, her arm throbbed and although her skin burned with fever, she shivered. Cassandra focused on her bare feet until her containment field moved, jerking her to the front of the platform. A fast scan of the bidders tightened her belly.

Shiny black Krinegi males clicked and buzzed excitedly. Reputedly, they liked to nibble on their slaves, some of their snacks lasted for months before something vital ended their wretched lives. She shuddered, fighting the rise of mindless panic. Where there was life there was hope, she would endure.

To the right of the Krinegi, several spiny Andulvian panted and dripped each damp tentacle contained a mouth and a probe. The agony of each prickly penetration made the jolts from her collar feel like a lover’s nip. She closed her eyes and prayed fervently the Lady Kiandra, goddess of water, for the mercy of a humanoid master.

Her eyes opened, seeking a miracle. A silver helmet bearing the royal mark of a dragon moved toward the front of the crowd. Now, Cassandra shook with new terror that after years of ignoring her requests the incomprehensible goddess had chosen to answer this last foolish prayer.

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