Embrace the Wind by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

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    Embrace the Wind
    ISBN 9781419913402
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    Embrace the Wind Copyright © 2007 Charlotte Boyett-Compo
    Edited by Mary Moran.
    Cover art by Syneca.
    Electronic book Publication December 2007
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    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
    is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

    WESTERNWIND:
    EMBRACE THE WIND
    Charlotte Boyett-Compo

    Charlotte Boyett-Compo
    Chapter One
    Three sets of very hungry eyes followed the handsome warrior as he strode—no,
    the owners of those eyes decided—as he strutted down the hallway with his hands
    shoved into the pockets of his black leather uniform pants. The flexing of the tight
    muscles of his ass was a sight to see and every woman he passed turned her head to
    look at him. From the black boots to the black kerchief around his neck, he was an
    enticing display of maleness.
    “He’s trouble with a capital T,” said the red-haired woman.
    “And should be left alone,” the blonde observed.
    “Or ridden until he begs for mercy,” the silver-haired woman said on a long sigh.
    Her sisters giggled at the remark and giggling was something those two did not do.
    It shocked them as much as it did their older sister. They exchanged glances with
    furrowed brows then three heads slowly turned in unison to stare at the warrior until
    he disappeared around a corner. They were silent for a long time then all three made
    rude snorting noises in unison.
    “We want him,” the eldest stated.
    “Aye, we do,” the middle sister agreed.
    “So what do we do about it?” the youngest inquired.
    The silver-haired sister folded her arms over a lush chest. “We make him an offer he
    dare not refuse.”
    “ Maddin vie, mraane .”
    Each of the women turned to the man who had wished them a good morning and
    bowed their heads respectfully to him.
    “ Maddie vie , Lord Kheelan,” they greeted the High Lord of the Council.
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    “Lady Argent, I would like to speak privately to you when you have a moment.”
    “Of course, milord,” the silver-haired woman agreed.
    With a slight inclination of his head, the most important man at the Citadel
    continued on his way, gray robe rustling around his tall frame.
    “What do you suppose he wants?” Corallin Tarnes, the red-haired woman, asked
    her sister.
    Argent Ben-Alkazar pursed her sensual lips. “He intercepted our thoughts and
    wants to bludgeon me with his unwanted, unwarranted advice as usual,” she said of
    her brother. “What else?”
    “Hold firm with him, sister. It is time,” Aureolin Belvoir suggested. “We are no
    longer underage maidens. We are women and deserve to know the same pleasures as
    any woman does.”
    “Have no fear, little sister, I intend to see he minds his own business,” Argent
    replied.
    “What he needs is a woman of his own,” Corallin said then lowered her voice. “One
    who doesn’t belong to another warrior.”
    “Shush!” Argent warned, gray eyes flashing. “We do not speak of that, Cora!”
    Chastened, the red-haired woman lowered her head, her green eyes mirroring her
    regret. “You are right. My apologies.”
    “We have work to do, sisters. I shall see you at the Coir Screeuee ,” Argent told her
    sisters, referring to the desk at which the three of them worked.
    As she made her way to the offices of the High Council, Argent began to plan what
    she would say to her overbearing brother. He—along with the other two lords on the
    High Council—could be very highhanded when it came to their sisters. Lord Dunham
    Tarnes was Corallin’s brother and Lord Naois Belvoir was Aureolin’s.