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eBook Category: Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: Verity Reed loves her work as the archivist-in-charge of the new Legions of Rome exhibit at the local museum. The finest piece in the exhibit is a mysterious Roman dagger--eighteen inches of hard iron meant to pierce an enemy's heart. Verity wishes she could meet the weapon's owner and finds that fantasies do come true... Drago, a Roman legionnaire cursed to eternal carnal servitude, appears in the museum and angrily informs Verity that he is now her sexual slave, to do with as she wishes. Drago's fate lies in Verity's hands as she experiments with the long, sharp edge of his roman dagger.

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: http://amberquill.com, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [449 KB], eReader (PDB) [85 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [61 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [56 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [87 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [127 KB], hiebook (KML) [160 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [112 KB], iSilo (PDB) [51 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [64 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [98 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [87 KB]
Words: 17816
Reading time: 50-71 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59279-199-9

Verity burst into peals of laughter. "You?" She giggled. "You? If you owned that dagger, it'd make you over two thousand years old." She eyed him brazenly from head to toe. "You've got a pretty nice body for your age, Drago," she mocked. "Why don't you show me exactly just what you've got on under that tunic so I can see how a two-thousand-year-old man stacks up against today's hotties."

Verity continued to chuckle, but when Drago unfastened the cord at his waist and stripped off the golden tunic, her laughter died to a choked gasp.

He wore nothing at all underneath his tunic, but what was there was definitely superior to any man she'd ever seen in the twenty-first century.

"Do I compare favorably, mistress?" He stalked proudly around the chair and paused beside her, completely naked except for his leather sandals. The silver light made plains and valleys of his muscles, highlighting the smooth, taut curve of his hips and the ridges across his thighs.

The swollen moon shone full upon him, clearly illuminating Drago's face and body. Verity's eyes widened as she comprehended the full extent of his masculine perfection. Built like a warrior, he had wide shoulders that tapered down to a flat, muscular stomach. Thin, raised marks--scars--marred, but didn't detract from the perfection of his arms and chest. His upper thighs and buttocks were sculpted with power. She forced her eyes upward, desperately trying to ignore the sight of him and the evidence of his masculinity?