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In the Court of Love and Loss
by Jenna Ives
Kyrie is the Mistress of Justice on Sirene, able to judge a person’s guilt or innocence with a mere touch. She is invaluable to the planet’s dictatorial leader, Galen, but Kyrie is dying. Abandoned as a child by her people, the Ouri, when they mysteriously fled Sirene, she’s grown up among the planet’s “other” race. Now, at age twenty-five, she must find an Ourian to mate with or die.

Proteus is sent back to Sirene to rescue a child accidentally left behind when he and all the Ouri fled the threat of uprising. But through a trick of time, what he finds instead on his return is an Ourian woman he is forbidden by law to mate with, even if it means saving her life. And when Galen forces Proteus to sexually satisfy Kyrie, Proteus uses every trick at his disposal to keep her alive, all while plotting their escape.

Galen and Proteus are desperate to save Kyrie for very different reasons – but they both know the fate of the planet depends on her survival.

Genre: Sci Fi Romance
Content/Theme(s): Time Travel, Futuristic
Release Date: November 15, 2016
Publisher: LooseId

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Excerpt:
Kyrie could only stare at Proteus.

The tunic he was wearing was designed to show off his male form to absolute perfection: the short skirt ended well above his knees and gave her a fine view of his muscular legs; the deep V of his neckline, cut halfway down his broad chest, exposed the taut plane of his skin and the rippling muscles beneath; the sleeveless style bared his strong arms and tempted her to imagine them wrapped around her, holding her close, capturing her against his heart.

The emerald tunic turned his eyes the same deep, rich color. And his just-washed black hair, still damp, was a dramatic contrast to his golden skin.

He was magnificent.

For some odd reason her legs felt weak.

“Lady,” he murmured, closing the short space between them. He put a strong arm around her waist and guided them both to the bed, where they sat on the edge.

“Proteus,” she breathed. “I am very glad to see you—I mean, I’m very glad to see that you live.”

He smiled. “I’m glad I still live, too, Lady, though you should not have doubted it.”

“But your face—” She stared at the black eye, the bruised chin, and reached out a hand toward him.

“Will heal,” he assured her, pulling away an inch. “As will the rest of me.”

She dropped her hand awkwardly. “Did—did Galen tell you why you’re here?” She could hear the breathiness in her own voice and felt herself blush as she thought about Galen giving this man to her to be her mate.

Proteus looked at her and reached up to move a stray curl behind her ear. He dragged a lazy finger along her chin. “Yes, Lady.”

She was surprised. “And you agreed to it?”

“Truth be told, it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last four days.”

She stared at him. “It has? But how can that be? We barely know each other.”

“Time has nothing to do with how you make me feel, Lady. Or with how much I want you.” There was something she didn’t recognize in his eyes.

She hesitated. “But—”

He frowned. “You are pale. I noticed it when I first saw you that day in Galen’s chamber, but I thought then it was merely fright. I see now it is more than that.” He quirked a teasing eyebrow and smiled at her. “Perhaps you need something that only I can give you. Am I right?”

Love. Kyrie could scarcely breathe. This man was offering to love her, to be her mate. But how could this be? Could someone be willing to become another’s life mate after seeing them only twice? Was it love at first sight for him? Was that how it worked among her people?

“How long is it since you’ve been with a man?”

Kyrie blinked. “W-what?”

“You’re pale, Lady. Your need is obvious. How long since you’ve been with a man?”

Kyrie bit her lip. “Never.”

His hand fell away from her mouth. “How old are you?” he demanded, his eyes searching her face.

“Twenty-five,” she answered. She had told him as much in his cell.

He stared at her. “Are you telling me that you are twenty-five years of age and have never undergone the Rite of Eros?”

“The Rite of—what?”

He looked at her as if she were crazy. “The Rite of Eros! One of the Seven Rites of Nature, as important as Birth and Death.” He reached out to grab her by the shoulders. “This is impossible. Your mother would surely have arranged it as soon as you passed the age of awareness.”

“I—I have no mother,” Kyrie admitted. “Nor father. Not that I remember, anyway. Galen is all I have ever known. He has raised me behind these castle walls since I was a child, and kept me well protected.”

Proteus jumped to his feet. “Bastard.” He started pacing. “He stole you? Twenty years ago? How is it the Ouri didn’t know of this? I would have been a child then, but still, the tale would be known among our people.”

“Galen didn’t steal me,” Kyrie said, the irony of defending him not lost on her. “He found me. And probably saved my life, truth be told. But you are the first of my kind I have ever seen. Or remember seeing.”

“Lady,” he murmured his concern, coming to sit back beside her on the bed. “You must let me help you. Twenty-five years old and you’ve never had a man? It’s a miracle you aren’t dead.”

Kyrie swallowed hard at his words. “Do you speak the truth? Because I have felt like I’m dying. Inside. Somehow I know it. I’m running down, I’m weakening—”

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Yes, it’s true. You are very likely dying. But I am your cure. You need what I can give you. Let me help you.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want that more than anything.”
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