Publication date: March 15th, 2021
Synopsis:
EARTH, YEAR 2332
Life isn't fair. Just ask Violet who mysteriously arrived in a space capsule at an orphanage as a baby. She has one goal--to find her biological parents, and winning the Virgin Hunt Games will ensure her face is plastered on every screener across the universe. Surely, her family will recognize and come for her? If she can only stay away from her Mate, the one man she must elude at all cost to win. But naturally, he's also the one she wants to surrender to.
Prince Zel Oscar is used to getting what he wants. But accepting a rival's dare to be a Hunter in the infamous sexploitative Virgin Hunt Games was a terrible and possibly life-altering mistake. But then he meets his Hunted, Violet... delicious perfection wrapped up in a gorgeous package. Too bad she is totally indifferent to his kisses, his exploits, and his lofty title. He'll do whatever it takes to break down her steely resistance... but will his subjects see him as a hero, or a total degenerate for having kinky sex in front of billions of viewers?
In the end he must make an impossible choice--keep her love, or his kingdom?
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Excerpt
He was even more fascinated by the woman standing stiff and untouchable in front of him. Her long violet hair with its dark chocolate streaks had to be natural... He doubted even the most talented hairdresser could pull off those colors. Add in her flashing gold eyes and she was the most beautiful and intriguing woman he had ever met.
It was only when a fat droplet of blood splattered to the ground that he exhaled savagely and took a step toward her. "Let me take a look--"
"No." She took a step back, the gold of her irises flaring starkly while she plucked at the hem of her T-shirt. "You said you wouldn't touch me."
He paused, struck by something... familiar about her. Something about her reminded him of someone he couldn't quite place. But then, how many women had he taken to his bed? How many friends and staff had he known over the years?
"I said I wouldn't fuck you... yet," he reminded her, even as his dick jerked at the thought. He swallowed hard. Soon enough she'd be begging him to take her. But first he really did have to look at her arm.
She glowered. "Yet?"
"Right now I'm more worried about your injury than getting into your pants."
She released her T-shirt and arched a brow, looking pointedly at the bulge behind his dark blue jeans. "Really?"
He shrugged, more than aware his reassurance wasn't all that comforting. "Name one man who can control his anatomy around a beautiful woman."
She didn't bother to answer. Instead she lifted her arm, bright streaks of blood leaking downward. She wouldn't die of blood loss, but she might grow weak. And any weakness was dangerous in these Games.
But first...
"You can drop the shard of glass now. I'm here to help you, not hurt you."
She averted her eyes then grimaced and dropped the shard. When it ting-tinked to the concrete floor, he nodded and shrugged out of his gray T-shirt, then wrapped it around her arm.
Red immediately bloomed through the fabric and she clasped her hand around the wound to keep pressure on it and stop the blood flow.
He nodded at the makeshift bandage. "At least the bleeding will get rid of any germs."
When she didn't comment he lifted his eyes back up to meet hers... to find her gaze had slipped down to his bare torso, lingering there like a lover's caress. She looked up and flushed, her knuckles whitening around her bandaged arm.
"Look all you want, Violet," he said softly. "Being attracted to each other can only be a good thing."
Her chin lifted. "For you maybe." She blew a lock of her two-toned hair out of her eyes and added, "For me, 'look but don't touch' is going to be my new motto for the next seven days. I don't intend to lose any credits by having sex with you. I'm not about to become another notch on your bedpost, playboy Prince Zel."
Huh. Apparently even here on Earth his reputation had preceded him. He couldn't deny an insane urge to take her again and again. Just as he couldn't deny that bedding women in the past had been one of his life's not-so-guilty pleasures. If she thought for even one second he'd deny that same pleasure between them, she was sadly mistaken. Pleasure equaled credits in these Games. The more pleasure he shared with his mate, the more likely he'd win.
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Mel Teshco is an award winning, Amazon best selling author with a love for the written word, along with a short attention span that sees her juggling a variety of genres and heat levels in her stories. From contemporary to paranormal, sweet to erotic, she hopes there's a little bit of something for every reader out there to enjoy.
Her gypsy-like upbringing saw her living in many places along Australia's east coast. Each new home stimulated an already over-active imagination, where she spent as much time dreaming about fantasy worlds as the real world - the fantasy sometimes being much better.
Now living on a beautiful rural property surrounded by mountains - her fat black horse, three cats and two dogs couldn't be happier. A proud mother of three gorgeous girls and two cheeky grandchildren, and married to Mr. Patience (mostly), life is pretty damn good.
