"I've read a lot of books over the years, but A Slave's Way Out is one of the hottest I've read in a long time. It isn't just the chemistry between Catrin and Niko, which explodes off the pages, or the dynamics of the secondary characters. It's that C A Salo shows a woman can be not only outstanding in her job that she fights for but also that she can be dominated by her lover and not look weak. When the reader first starts reading this book they are sucked into a different time and space right off the bat and aren't let go of until the last word is read. They realize the voyage is over. I hope C A Salo writes more about these characters as the world she's created is one you'll want to visit over and over again to see how each one is doing. This is definitely going on my keeper shelf and I am looking for more of her stories."--Donna, Fallen Angel Reviews, 5 Angels and a Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews!
"C.A. Salo has brought us to glorious worlds where men and woman play games of love, bondage, domination, and submission, but who are also able to learn that the games can be just that, GAMES--Niko is forced to learn she is his equal in many ways, and to his chagrin, superior in some--For Catrin she also learns that submission does not mean she is Niko's doormat, but it can be a rewarding exchange of power for power, and a strong expression of trust. A Slave's Way Out is filled with passion, unbridled fun and excitement as Ms. Salo takes the reader on a sensual trip of discovery right along with her handsome hero, and his strong and sensual heroine--Keep a watchful eye out for this wonderfully erotic romp come September. Torrid has a new crop ripening then, and this is definitely one plum you don't want to miss!"--Rose, Romance at Heart
Catrin worked her way through the crowded bar. Using the mirrors lining the walls, she glanced behind her to see the guards enter where she had just come from and her heartbeat quickened as they spotted her. She had to find a way out. If only she could get to the other side, she thought as she pushed past a couple kissing passionately. She snorted softly but continued to walk briskly; she knew that was nothing new. The people of this planet lived and breathed a BDSM lifestyle, with men the dominant sex. So if a 'Master' wanted to do something, he did it. She'd seen a lot of things since being plunged into this part of the universe, so nothing shocked her anymore.
The bar was full tonight, lots of different races, from humanoids to those looking something straight out of Star Wars, intermingling and drinking. The bar was in the shipping bay quadrant, where every race came to sell merchandise or goods, trade or buy or to just sit and drink while their starship was refueled. It was a place where one could get lost, and that had been what she was hoping for.
Glancing to the right she saw a game of Potash going on. It was a gambling nightmare, but these aliens loved it, especially if they won. The loser, however, was indentured for a year of their life to whatever the winner chose, be it house slave or sex slave. As she moved past another couple, the lights dimmed, and her foot caught on something and sent her falling into the person in front of her. "Sorry," she mumbled, her gaze still intent on the escape path as she righted herself. She was almost to the door when she heard the guards call for her to stop and two more guards entered the door she'd been heading toward.
Oh shit. She hesitated briefly, quickly scanning the interior. There wasn't another way out.
Glancing over she met the green eyes of a man sitting with several men at a table close to the door. Her lips parted on a gasp as a vision overtook her. Her brain went numb with a sudden flashing image of him smiling at her ... naked. "Christ," she mumbled as she headed right over to him. He was not the man she would have chosen for this. He didn't look the type to let her control the situation or to give her his help and then allow her to run like hell, but she had learned to trust her visions. At least he had one hell of a body, muscled out with what looked like waist-length black hair, pulled back on top with braids hanging on either side of his rough masculine face.
Catrin made it to the man and kneeled at his feet just as one of the guards touched her shoulder. "Forgive me, Master, I could not find what you requested," she said breathlessly, hoping like hell he'd just go along with her and not want too much for repayment in the process--namely her. But then again, she did just have a vision of him naked, and past occurrences have shown her that her visions always came true. With a mental sigh, she knelt there quietly, waiting to see what he would do.
Niko arched a brow as she glanced up at him under lowered lashes. "Why not?" he growled, figuring he'd play along and see where this led.
"She belongs to you?" the guard asked as his grip tightened on her shoulder.
Niko gave her a feral grin. "Apparently."
"What the hell are you doing?" Daniel barked over their internal communication units, staring at Niko from across the table.
"Getting myself a free slave."
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"She started it."
"Well, what the hell, a free slave, why not?" he asked with laughter.
"My thoughts exactly," Niko replied as his grin grew.
Niko and Daniel watched the woman narrow her eyes with a glaring look of intent. "Ooh, look at that, she has attitude." Daniel chuckled.
"Sir," the guard gritted out with agitation as he squeezed her shoulder with more force.
Niko watched the woman wince slightly from the guard's pressure and lifted his gaze to the man. Niko used that same low tone as he had with the woman kneeling by his feet. "Remove your hands from her."
"She doesn't have a collar on," the guard replied as he removed his hand and took a step back.
"We're not from here." Taking hold of her arms, Niko lifted the woman to sit on his lap with her back facing the guard, liking the way her short skirt slid up toned thighs.
"Then follow our rules, unless you want her claimed by another."
Niko's brow lifted at the tone in his voice. "Do you perceive to order me?"
"No, no, Lord Arrian, he does not." Lar, Grand Marshal of the Hasian Republic, rushed to them.
Catrin tilted her head slightly watching as the guard's eyes went wide from the grand marshal's mere mention of this man's name. Lowering her own eyes, she wondered why the two men would fear him so much, especially the grand marshal. True, the man was a simpering idiot, but he also held a position of power and didn't rush to soothe anyone but the chancellor. Why was this rough man with the green eyes so different? Tilting her head a bit more, she kept her eyes lowered as she listened in on their conversation.