Isn't he delectable? Alas, Daniel is of Korean decent, rather than the Laotian of my hero... none the less, phwah!
Despite sickness, exams, practicum and an a university intensive, my work in progress is going on strong. At 13, 000 words, I'm 14.5% done towards my 90,000 word goal.
Working Blurb:
It's got to be Stockholm Syndrome... Sabra Westwood thought to herself.
Eighteen fateful months ago, she'd been kidnapped by the infamous Warlord Cain Dath, and her memories and body just wouldn't let her forget it.
She'd been his more than any woman should be, hidden in the humid depths of the Laos jungle she'd shared everything with him, but he'd never shared his heart.
Cain has an appetite as a big as his charisma. A hoard of women lay at his disposal, all eager to please and sate him – but only one truly satisfies him. So why won't he tell her?
In his position of power, Cain cannot show weakness, he must lead his people to freedom and nothing, and no one can stand in his way.
Yet when Sabra escapes she finds herself cornered by the media. Defeated, but still defiant, she sells her story of love slavery in a tell all expose' and gains millions. Fame however is dangerous and not only allows Cain’s men to hunt her down, but the others who seek to destroy him.
Now, Sabra is open to attack on all fronts, and the one man who enslaved her becomes the only man able to save her...
So here are the stats:
Word Count: 13, 000
Hero: Cain Dath - the Rebel Laotian Warlord, uber powerful Magician, wanted by the Magical Mafia and world Governments for inciting magical terrorism.
Heroine: Sabra Westwood - Payroll Clerk for a Metal Fabrication Company and Chameleon.
A line to pique your interest:
A love slave in the truest form, I felt I could survive on his sex alone. It was only when I realized that there were others that my brain finally took control. The man who spent hours in my bed, sating and pleasuring me, in fact had a harem of other women - all ready and willing to perform the duties I so readily and joyfully did. I confess to you now, it was jealousy that made me find my brain, my consciousness again.