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SEDUCTRESS OF CARALON
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2005
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
1337 Commerce Drive, #13
Stow ,
OH
44224
ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0226-1
Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):
Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML
SEDUCTRESS OF CARALON Copyright © 2005 LACEY ALEXANDER
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Heather Osborn.
Cover art by Syneca .
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Seductress of Caralon has been rated E– rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica ™ reading entertainment: S (S- ensuous ), E (E- rotic ), and X (X- treme ).
S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as “fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
Seductress of Caralon
Lacey Alexander
Dedication:
The Brides of Caralon series is dedicated
to Leonie Daniels,
who first encouraged me to try my hand at erotica,
and to Anya Bast ,
who gave me a helpful tip or two along the way.
3565 A.D.
Chapter One
Jalal concentrated on the wooden tiles arranged in a pyramid before her. She would turn nineteen tomorrow, so word of her bridegroom might come at any time—she must be in practice with the Maran tiles that would determine her wedding night rituals.
She looked up as her maid entered the room, the woman’s tunic of thin fur brushing her plump thighs. “Won’t you please tell me now, Relah ? Just a hint.” Some said it was actually better not to do well at the game, that skill with the Maran tiles was overrated, but that hardly made sense to Jalal .
The stern maid planted her hands at her hips. “You know very well you’ll not find out until after your vows.”
“Did they use the Maran tiles back in the Before Times?”
Relah rolled her eyes. “How would I know?” Then she turned more thoughtful. “But I suspect not. They were very different times, likely very different people.”
Indeed, Jalal couldn’t imagine the lives of the people who had inhabited the colossal crumbled cities to the north like Yorkland , Delphia , and Washton , where new, smaller cities now grew from ancient debris. “But surely the people of those times had the same thoughts, feelings, desires we have. So perhaps they did have their own version of—”
Relah’s tired but venomous look stopped Jalal cold. Relah often claimed she talked too much. “Don’t vex me, girl.”
Jalal sighed, wishing she’d been born a man. If she were a man, she would know the secret of the tiles. If she were a man, she’d have some choice in her future. By Ares, if she were a man, she’d build a great army and overthrow her father—she’d
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2005
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
1337 Commerce Drive, #13
Stow ,
OH
44224
ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0226-1
Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):
Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML
SEDUCTRESS OF CARALON Copyright © 2005 LACEY ALEXANDER
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Heather Osborn.
Cover art by Syneca .
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Seductress of Caralon has been rated E– rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica ™ reading entertainment: S (S- ensuous ), E (E- rotic ), and X (X- treme ).
S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as “fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
Seductress of Caralon
Lacey Alexander
Dedication:
The Brides of Caralon series is dedicated
to Leonie Daniels,
who first encouraged me to try my hand at erotica,
and to Anya Bast ,
who gave me a helpful tip or two along the way.
3565 A.D.
Chapter One
Jalal concentrated on the wooden tiles arranged in a pyramid before her. She would turn nineteen tomorrow, so word of her bridegroom might come at any time—she must be in practice with the Maran tiles that would determine her wedding night rituals.
She looked up as her maid entered the room, the woman’s tunic of thin fur brushing her plump thighs. “Won’t you please tell me now, Relah ? Just a hint.” Some said it was actually better not to do well at the game, that skill with the Maran tiles was overrated, but that hardly made sense to Jalal .
The stern maid planted her hands at her hips. “You know very well you’ll not find out until after your vows.”
“Did they use the Maran tiles back in the Before Times?”
Relah rolled her eyes. “How would I know?” Then she turned more thoughtful. “But I suspect not. They were very different times, likely very different people.”
Indeed, Jalal couldn’t imagine the lives of the people who had inhabited the colossal crumbled cities to the north like Yorkland , Delphia , and Washton , where new, smaller cities now grew from ancient debris. “But surely the people of those times had the same thoughts, feelings, desires we have. So perhaps they did have their own version of—”
Relah’s tired but venomous look stopped Jalal cold. Relah often claimed she talked too much. “Don’t vex me, girl.”
Jalal sighed, wishing she’d been born a man. If she were a man, she would know the secret of the tiles. If she were a man, she’d have some choice in her future. By Ares, if she were a man, she’d build a great army and overthrow her father—she’d
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