18++ From Goodreads: "This was a very interesting read for me. It went beyond an erotic romance novel. It showed what happed when there is a total breakdown of rules and society amongst people. When we are forced to live like animals and only the strong survive. It was chilling to believe that people can degrade to that level of depravity."
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Publication date: February 24th, 2015
Find the strongest man there. Give yourself to him in return for protection. It’s the only way you’ll ever survive.
Convicted of a minor crime, Riana is sentenced to a prison planet—a dark primitive hold filled with convicts vying for power. Her only chance of survival is with Cain, a mysterious loner who has won his territory in the prison through intelligence and brute strength. Sex is all she has to offer, so she uses it. She’s under no delusions here. No one is ever released, and no one ever escapes. Survival is all she can hope for—until Cain.
An earlier version of this book was published under the same title and a different penname by Ellora’s Cave. It has since been substantially revised and expanded.
EXCERPT
“Are you a whore?” Thorn asked blandly.
“No.”
She was so surprised by the question that she managed to speak over the rancid
texture in her mouth.
“Good.
I don’t do whores, although they’re usually all we get down here. You have a
good body, which is the only other thing I require in a woman. Two options.”
His eyes—a very dark blue—narrowed as he explained, “Be
my woman. Do what I tell you. I’ll keep you safe. Or, if you refuse, I’ll turn
you over to the rest of them.”
He
gestured back to “the rest of them.” Riana’s mind was in too great a blur to
see distinct faces, but the rest of the prisoners seemed to be lurking just in
the background, like a hungry pack of wolves.
“They’ll
take turns using you until they’re bored. You won’t last the night.”
Riana
knew his final words weren’t an exaggeration. It was possible some lesser alpha
male might try to take her as his, but he probably wouldn’t be strong enough to
keep her safe from the others for long.
“What’s
your decision?” Thorn demanded, looking slightly annoyed at her hesitation.
This
was the moment. The one that would decide her fate.
Common
sense, social pressure, and nearly all the evidence told her to take Thorn up
on his offer.
Let
him fuck her. Let him keep her alive.
Riana
glanced around the prison one more time, and her eyes landed on the barred cell
of the loner whose name Davis hadn’t known. In the back of her mind, she’d
noticed he’d stepped over to watch when she’d laid out the sleaze a minute ago.
Now
he was standing silently, one hand resting loosely on a bar.
Her
eyes met his for a few seconds, and she saw something there she hadn’t seen in
anyone else’s here.
It
wasn’t kindness or pity or mercy or anything soft.
She
couldn’t really name what she’d seen, but it reminded her of independence.
She
turned back to Thorn.
He
was waiting, a smirk of pleased entitlement on his handsome face, as if he
never doubted what her answer would be.
That
did it. She ignored her reason and followed her instinct.
She
turned on her heel and kicked out again, this time landing the blow right on
Thorn’s hard, flat stomach.
He
grunted and took a step backward, more in surprise than real pain.
It
was a good kick, but there was no way she could outmaneuver him physically.
“I
don’t want you or them,” Riana said loudly, turning her head to look back at
the loner in his cell, giving him a significant gaze she could only hope he’d
respond to.
A
wash of rage transformed Thorn’s face, intensifying when other prisoners
started to snicker a little.
Thorn
advanced on her like a stalking animal. “We’ll go with the third alternative,”
he gritted out. “I’ll take you first and then throw what’s left back to the
rest of them.”
It
wasn’t an idle threat. Riana knew he would act on it. She would be beaten and
raped and then given to others who would do it to her again and again.
She
looked back at the loner and felt a wave of absolute despair when she saw he’d
turned his back. On her. On the rest of the prison.
He
wasn’t going to respond after all.
Which
meant there was absolutely no hope for her.
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About the author:
Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level.
She also writes romance novels under the penname Noelle Adams.
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