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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Upon touching the statue of the Unangi God of Desire, Shiemer Alonwei reflects on his life, a span of memories lacking in caring or love. With his wife and daughter dead, and the Kyleena Empire to overthrow, he is a man of purpose with no room for passion until he sees Melia. An envoy from the Empire sent to discover where his loyalties lie, she is much more than she pretends to be. The desire to possess her overwhelms him, threatens his obsession with the Empire, and his very life. These two enemies are faced with tense attraction and must choose a new future or lose each other. In this sequel to Nimmet, Goddess of Love, Kyleena's hold on the planets in the outer rim loosen. Enrue Alonwei is offered a chance at redemption for his past mistakes and the greatest gift of all, the opportunity to end his loneliness.

eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2008

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Words: 56196
Reading time: 160-224 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 9781600541858

"My Shiemir?"

Enrue lifted his gaze from his computer and glared at the young man who stood in the doorway. Like most of his aides, the retainer wore a gray uniform and bore the same short haircut they all did. Enrue hated interruptions when he worked. His jaw tightened for a moment, a muscle in his cheek twitching. "What is it?"

"We've found something in the palace storage room near the landing bay. A monstrous crate, unmarked."

One brow rose. He stood, intrigued.

"We've broken the locks already." The retainer bounced from one foot to the next, his youthful face alight with angst.

Enrue signed out of his program, smoothed out his silk belt and soft, beige habere pants, a comfortable style reserved for men of high rank. It had been a tiring day of meetings and broadcasts. I need time to clear my head, he thought. A break from the touchscreen sounded good at that moment. Curiosity soon had him following his retainer to the lower rooms in order to discover what strange thing his corrupt predecessor had hidden away.

Solar lights lit the wide, gray storage room, flickering every so often. The collection panels high on the rooftops had suffered when Enrue's fleet attacked the palace months before. The leader paused, his eyes narrowing on the thing his servants unpacked. An air crane droned, its belt taut as it hauled up the item within the crate. His servants righted the packed item, tore away its protective coverings of long strips of bubbled plastic and removed the strap that held it to the crane. They shut off the machine, stepped back and surveyed the piece of art they'd unveiled.

Enrue hissed through his teeth, disappointed. He studied the black stone statue of some sort of Unangi God. The carving stood a head taller than him, with no pedestal to support it. Its dark feet rested atop the marble floor as if it had been human at one time. Behind the statue, the metal crate it had been in lay to one side, fluffed packaging fluttering in the breeze from the air vents.

"Why did you open it?" he asked, narrowing his eyes on the workers.

"We thought it could have been a weapon," his retainer answered. "Something useful." He cleared his throat and stifled a laugh. "It's the Unangi God of Desire. I doubt he will aid us in the war."

The relic meant nothing to Enrue, just another purloined piece of his former rival's hoard of ostentatious treasures. The statue's erect phallus pointed toward the heavens, and its upraised arms with fisted hands and enraptured face expressed a mysterious spiritual need, a beckoning the new leader of Irnia had little interest in. He waved away the servants and his retainer. "I want to be alone." They scurried out like rats, leaving him to his thoughts and the dust shrouding the loading bay.

He liked solitude. Years ago, after his wife passed, he'd sent his daughter away to boarding school to be raised by others. He recalled those days and nights. Silence and time were plentiful, and it was then that he plotted to take over Irnia. The port city with its decadence and high concentration of Hemec fuel in the nearby mountains was a staging point to begin the war against the Kyleena Empire.

Enrue let out a tired sigh. He fingered the sash he wore, and shot a glance at the Unangi God. Striding toward it, he reached out and traced its hip. The single piece of dark stone felt smooth, the carved muscles defined. It was a wonder the relic had survived the attack on Leuj's palace. In fact, it amazed him how much of the palace was salvageable. The bombs had missed large sections of the building, but destroyed much of the gardens. He intended to use the estate as a base to launch one-man fighter pods against the cruiser warships he knew Kyleena would send in time.

Stepping back, he shot the statue a curious gaze. "God of Desire," he muttered. "There are no gods." He sat down on a blue settee and frowned. "But I have desires, grand plans, and I will see them come to fruition."

He closed his eyes. He imagined his daughter's face, not the ghastly look she bore when he identified her body at the Tarafian morgue, but the wide, curious, hazel eyes that matched his own. She'd been a beauty in life, though he never told her so. He believed people should not be too sure of themselves or prideful, his daughter especially. For a fleeting moment, he regretted never telling her how much she meant to him, but then his thoughts returned to Empire he wanted to control. The memory of Sima faded.