Sons of Lyra: Slave Princess by Felicity Heaton

Sons of Lyra:
Slave Princess

    Captain Lyra
II, known as Balt to his family, is one of the famed sons of Lyra,
the handsome princes with passionate hearts that every girl in the
galaxy wants to catch. The second eldest son, he’s content with the
freedom and adventure that life in deep space and the Lyran
Imperial Army offers him. What he isn’t content with is the current
situation he’s found himself in. Not only has he been forced to
stop at a backwater port for supplies, but he’s leaving with more
than he expected!

    Kayla is a
slave but can still vaguely recall what it had been like to be
free. It’s something she believes that she’ll never taste again,
and when she finds herself handed over like the piece of property
she is to a complete stranger, a Lyran prince no less, she’s
convinced her life is about to get a lot worse. Taken onboard his
ship, she quickly finds herself torn between fulfilling a promise
she made to her friends when she was young, and falling for his
chivalry and good looks.

    Balt, not
wanting a woman as his slave and not wanting to become the laughing
stock of the admirals, intends to dump Kayla at the first decent
planet he comes across, but as he starts to learn more about her,
he finds it harder to fight his growing attraction to her. A
passionate kiss from her only makes things worse. When Minervan
mercenaries demand he hand her over, he discovers her true heritage
and realises that things are more complicated than he’d
believed.

    Will Balt let
her go, sending her into a life as a pleasure whore for the highest
bidder, or will he fight to protect her? Will Kayla take revenge
for her people, the Terrans, who were almost exterminated when Lyra
destroyed the Earth system? Can love between a prince and an
enslaved princess ever have a fairytale ending?

    Sons of Lyra:
Slave Princess

    Felicity
Heaton

    Smashwords
Edition

    Copyright 2008
by Felicity Heaton

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    Sons of Lyra:
Slave Princess

    Two fingers rested on the
muzzle of his laser pistol. His other hand held the inventory pad,
thumb cycling through the screen of items they needed while the
Sekarian trader who owned the store did his best attempt at
flattery. He didn’t listen to anything he had to say. All he wanted
to do was get what they needed and get out.

    He hated these backwater
space ports but his ship, the Namrus-Lyra, needed supplies and it
was too far to an imperial planet. His fingers tensed against the
gun when something clattered to the dirty dark floor nearby and he
shot around to see what had happened. A young woman went to pick up
the items she’d dropped and then curled up into a tight ball with
her hands over her head. His eyes widened when he realised that the
man had left him and was heading over to her. His fingers locked
around his pistol. Before the man had a chance to use the
shock-stick on the woman, he’d pressed the muzzle of the pistol
against the side of his ugly blue head.

    “ Leave her be
or we’re through doing business,” he whispered, deadly and serious.
He wasn’t about to stand by and let a man beat a defenceless woman
because she’d dropped something.

    He really hated these
backwater ports. They had no manners or breeding.

    The man smiled and slipped
the stick back into its holster. He babbled on about the lack of
good hands in the port and other things that he didn’t bother
listening to. His concern was wholly with the woman. Bending over,
he caught her around the upper arm and hauled her to her
feet.

    She immediately turned her
face away from him, gathered the things she’d dropped, and hurried
off.

    Not exactly the
appreciative response he’d expected.