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| Readers are drawn into a complex society that spans hearts and galaxies and are taken on adventures they can only imagine. The world building is intricately done, from the rigid society of the military, to the worlds of outlaws and pirates. Kelley Hartsell CK2S Kwips & Kritiques |
| ...cleverly penned two characters that will touch all the way to your soul. She has a style of writing that allows the reader to be in the center of the story, to feel the emotions the characters express and to visualize the whole ambience of the story, from the settings, to the warm embraces and the tender kisses. Ms. Verdenius' characters are strong and driven and the reader cannot help but love them or desire to strangle them. Heart of a Traitor is terrific with a great plot and many twists and turns. This is a most captivating Linda L Fallen Angel Reviews |
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| Her gaze swept unwillingly over the crowd, caught on something, and swung back. She found herself looking into a face as ashen as she knew her own to be. The square jaw was clenched tight, the firm lips pressed together. Blue eyes blazed with anger and sympathy. It was the Daamen trader, Jase. Around him were the other traders, and they all had the same expression on their faces. A mixture of helpless anger and sympathy. But it was Jase’s gaze that held her own, that locked with hers over the distance of the dusty street. It was almost as though he held her captive, willing her to look at him. She heard a ripping sound, and felt a cool rush of air on her back. The sides of her shirt and support garment were pulled forward and fastened cleverly enough that it didn’t fall open and bare her breasts for all to see. A sardonic part of her mind appreciated the irony of it. The shame of a branding and whipping, but let’s not bare our soldier’s femininity to onlookers. It’s not done. But her back was bare. Bare to the bite of the whip. She felt it within seconds, the lash cracking across her back, making her jerk with the force of it. The pain snaked through her in a torturous path. The second crack followed quickly. Oriel jerked against her restraints, but was so expertly tied she could hardly move. In a weird way it was a blessing, allowing her to pull against the restraints, pull against the pain, knowing that she’d be on her knees already if the ropes hadn’t been holding her up. Knowing her smothered cries from beneath the gag would have been heard by the crowd, except their cheering and laughter drowned it out. The only ones not cheering were a minority of the settlers, the soldiers, and the Daamen traders. Through tear-glazed eyes she saw Jase watching her, his gaze locked on her, silently commanding her to look at him, and him only. copyright: Angela Verdenius 2005 |