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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Romance Hugo Award Nominee, Romance Readers Anonymous Listserv Award Winner, Fictionwise eBook of the Year (2005)
eBook Description: In the festive season of Winterfair on the planet Barrayar, Lord Miles Vorkosigan's long-awaited wedding is the occasion for romance and intrigue for bioengineered space mercenary Sergeant Taura and shy, diffident Armsman Roic.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Irresistible Forces, ed. Catherine Asaro, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan Series

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Words: 23091
Reading time: 65-92 min.
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From Armsman Roic's wrist com the gate guard's voice reported laconically, "They're in. Gate's locked."

"Right," Roic returned. "Dropping the house shields." He turned to the discreet security control panel beside the carved double doors of Vorkosigan House's main entry hall, pressed his palm to the read-pad, and entered a short code. The faint hum of the force shield protecting the great house faded.

Roic stared anxiously out one of the tall narrow windows flanking the portal, ready to throw the doors wide when m'lord's groundcar pulled into the porte-cochère. He glanced no less anxiously down the considerable length of his athletic body, checking his House uniform: half-boots polished to mirrors, trousers knife-creased, silver embroidery gleaming, dark brown fabric spotless.

His face heated in mortified memory of a less expected arrival in this very hall--also of Lord Vorkosigan with honored company in tow--and the unholy tableau they'd surprised with the Escobaran bounty hunters and the gooey debacle of the bug butter. Roic had looked an utter fool in that moment, nearly naked except for a liberal coating of sticky slime. He could still hear Lord Vorkosigan's austere, amused voice, as cutting as a razor-slash across his ears--Armsman Roic, you're out of uniform.

He thinks I'm an idiot. Worse, the Escobarans' invasion had been a security breach, and while he'd not, technically, been on duty--he'd been asleep, dammit--he'd been present in the house and therefore on call for emergencies. The mess had been in his lap, literally. M'lord had dismissed him from the scene with no more than an exasperated, Roic ... get a bath, somehow more keenly excoriating than any bellowed dressing-down.

Roic checked his uniform again.