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Warrior of the Past releases May 2, 2008 from Ellora’s Cave and is the sequel to The Last Warrior. These are erotic, time-travel romances. The series revolves around Yahi warriors from 1866 that are brought to the present day.

Adult excerpts below.
Warrior of the Past
Sneak peek:
“You have much to learn about modern women, Bear. It is a different world now.”

Bear shrugged. Women were still smaller and fragile. He’d seen Little Fox cower from her ex-husband. It might be a different world but he would still care for his woman. His gaze turned to Little Fox and their eyes met across the distance. He felt the attraction. Maybe the Great Spirit brought them here for more than the land. “Tell me about modern women.”

“We like to be treated as equals. We aren’t your servants. You can learn to cook and do laundry too.”

Bear turned his eyes to Grey’s woman. He bit the inside of his jaw to stop from smiling. “I cook. Does white woman hunt and battle her enemies?”

“I can if I choose.”

Bear inclined his head.

“I will take it from here, sweetie. Ask Holly to show you around the house,” Grey said to Tara.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“You know I will never let you go.”

“Hmph.”

Bear stood next to Grey as his wife waddled toward Little Fox. Bear noticed Little Fox had changed clothes and now wore a blouse and pants that hugged her slim legs. “What your advice?”

“Keep them happy in your bed and they will do almost anything you ask.”

Bear shrugged. “What has changed?”

“Modern women like to talk about feelings.”

Bear nodded. “Modern white women sleep with red man?”

Grey grinned. “There is still some prejudice but most white women find tall, dark and handsome attractive. It does not hurt to be hung like a horse.”

Bear snickered. “That has not changed.”

“No but wait until you see television, bikinis, cars, refrigerators, indoor plumbing and sex toys.”

“Sex toys?” That had his interest.

Grey nodded. “You know how widows used to dig roots and use corn cob. Now they make sex toys and sell them.”

“At trading post?”

“Not exactly.”

“Do all modern women have these toys?” He pictured Little Fox naked on a pile of furs. Her slim thighs parted as she stroked a thick rod into her wet canal. His shaft twitched as he imagined taking the rod from her body and thrusting into her.

“I do not know.”

Bear nodded. “You have other words of wisdom for living in this world?”

“Do not drink what they call soda pop. It will kill you.”

“It is poison?” Bear asked.

“No. They drink it but it is worse than firewater.”

“Little Fox offered this to me. Did she try to harm me?” Bear could not imagine Little Fox trying to kill him.

“No. They think it is a wonderful treat.”
End of excerpt



The Last Warrior
Available at Ellora's Cave.
Excerpt:

She repeated her name again, “Tara,” and jabbed at herself impatiently. Then she slowly placed a finger in the middle of his chest. Her eyes, which had been staring into his, dropped to her finger resting on his massive, hairless chest. My god, he had muscles, not the bulging kind developed in a gym, but the natural kind gained from hard, physical activity. His skin tone was light, reddish brown over rippling muscles. A fine layer of dust covered him but it did nothing to hide his raw beauty. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from running her hand over his chest.

“I am going to have to find you some clothes. You are way too lethal sitting here all muscled, tanned and sexy.” She giggled. “It’s a good thing you can’t understand me or you’d probably think I wanted to drag you off to my bed. Of course, I do but I’d never tell you that.” She lowered her voice until it was almost a whisper. He stared at her in return and the heat in his eyes burned a path across her flesh. “Okay, if you won’t tell me your name how about I call you…hmm…a good Indian name—Hung like Horse.” She shook her head. “Probably something a little nobler, don’t worry I’ll think of something.”

She darted her gaze back up to his face, his dark eyes bore into hers, lips parted and his fiery gaze lowered slowly, perusing her curves. Heat flowed in the wake of his gaze, leaving her body in a sizzling, melting heap. Her heart turned over, even disheveled and covered in dust and blood, he was the most handsome, irresistible man she’d ever seen. She leaned closer, craving the touch of his lips upon hers, her whole body alive, waiting for the contact and then she hesitated. His eyes had returned to her face—they beckoned her. She could lose herself in their ebony depths. He was so close she could see the pores in his bronze flesh, the flecks of caramel brown in his dark eyes.

She stopped abruptly, shaking her head. What was she doing? Just minutes ago, this man was injured, lay bleeding and unconscious, and now she was panting after his body. She leaned back, pushed to her feet, paced the room and finally sat in the high back, floral print chair facing him. She glanced nervously at him then away. What he must think of her. A blush heated her pale checks and she wrung her hands as she coyly glanced back at him. “Sorry, the last thing you need is some desperate woman hunching on your injured body.” Shrugging her shoulders, she plastered on a smile, hoping he understood. He might be arrogant but he certainly oozed sex appeal.
End of excerpt.

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