Authors: Catherine Spangler
Shamara
HOLT Medallion Finalist
Romantic Times Nominee for Best Futuristic
**4-1/2 Stars** “Ms. Spangler masterfully takes readers into an enchanting world. In this magical tale, she delivers sheer delight.”
— RT Magazine
“Shamara by Catherine Spangler is an outstanding read. With the perfect blend of psychic gifts, space travel and old fashioned romance, Spangler creates a novel readers will find impossible to put down.…The carefully balanced characterizations and action make Shamara a Winner of the WordWeaving Award of Excellence.”
The Midwest Book Review
“A futuristic romance that will make the reader laugh, cry and sigh, Shamara has all the earmarkings of a keeper.”
Leslie Tramposch, PNR Reviews
“If you like your romance deep, complex, hot, funny, and smart; if you like your romance to lift you out of the drudgery of everyday life and take you into a fascinating world where anything is possible, then Shamara is for you.”
Belinda G. Aucoin
Shielder Series, Book Three
By
Catherine Spangler
Shamara
Shielder Series, Book Three
Copyright © 2001, 2014 by Catherine Spangler
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to two special aunts who have guided and influenced my life in countless positive ways. You have been like surrogate mothers to me, and I thank you for your encouragement and your support over the years.
To Joanne Gailar: Your love of reading, your incredible writing talent, the joy and wonder you discover in life, continually inspire me to find magic and stories in every situation.
To Betty Heasley: Your unshakable faith, your deep well of love and compassion for others, are a shining example of the good in this world, and a blessing to all who know you.
Much love to you both.
Table of Contents
Travan
She needed to lose her virginity—and fast.
That inane thought was Eirene's first reaction to her uncle's shattering pronouncement. Stunned, she stared at him.
Vaden returned her perusal, his pale eyes as sharp as lasers, a warning of his cunning, savage character. Greed radiated from him like a malevolent aura. "Lanrax got your tongue, woman?"
Panic clawed at her insides. "Uncle, you can't do this!"
"The Leors made a very good offer. A trade route for a virgin bride. I might have bartered you to one of those slobbering idiot Anteks, as payment for not patrolling our smuggling routes. You should show your gratitude, niece."
Gratitude? For selling her—or at least her virginity—off to a Leor? Eirene's thoughts whirled, trying to assimilate this unexpected turn of events. It was true women here on Travan had no rights and served only two purposes: breeding or trading for goods and services. Yet she had hoped her healing skills would make her too valuable to be traded. She'd obviously been wrong.
"The Leor envoy arrives tomorrow," Vaden informed her. "Your future master will be with them. He wants to inspect you himself. You'll also be examined by their healer to ensure you're still a virgin."
He took a swig of his wine. His lecherous gaze swept over her as he wiped his mouth. "It's a shame I can't sample you first. You're a pretty piece. But those Spiritforsaken Leors are damn particular about their women."
A shudder ran through Eirene, and she fought back a wave of nausea. "Uncle, I urge you to reconsider. Surely my healing abilities have some value—"
"Skills any female can learn," he spat contemptuously. "Your virginity is far more valuable."
Not nearly as valuable as the abilities she kept hidden—powers that could very well be discovered by the Leors. Desperation spurred her foolishly on. "There must be another way to acquire the trade route."
He lunged up, surprisingly agile for his age and size, and grabbed her wrist, jerking her halfway across his desk. "How dare you challenge my decisions?" He twisted her arm, wringing a gasp of pain from her. "This route is being acquired
my
way."
He released her abruptly, and she fell forward against the desk. Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look at him. Eyes the color of the morning mist—cold, ruthless—challenged her to further folly.
"I have full rights over you. You will do as I say. If you oppose me in any way, I'll take an electrolyzer rod to you. It won't leave any outside marks to alarm your betrothed. And after I shock you within an inch of your inconsequential life, you'll still do as I say. So what will it be, woman?"
Bitter defeat, laced with a sense of helplessness, burned in her chest. She should have known arguing would only make her uncle more determined to enforce his authority. She pushed herself upright, resisting the urge to rub her throbbing arm. "I concede to your wishes, Uncle."
For now.
"I knew you'd see reason." Vaden sank back into his chair and belched loudly. "I expect your future mate to be well pleased, especially with that hair of yours."
Leors had no body hair, and were reputed to hold a fascination for the hair common to other races. Eirene's was as black as a full eclipse and flowed to her hips. She would cut it off, find some way to make herself repulsive, she thought, battling rising hysteria.
She must find a way to circumvent this trade. She would be defenseless in the clutches of a Leor male. The race was renowned for its fierceness and cruelty—and worse, for its ability to probe minds. It would only be a matter of time before they discerned her secret. No telling what they would do when they discovered she was an Enhancer.
She showed no more of her inner turmoil to Vaden. Her fate would be far worse if he knew the truth. Besides, nothing could be gained by her protest of his decision. The system of male dominance had been in place on Travan for hundreds of seasons. A lone female couldn't battle that system. It had been foolish to argue with him. But she would find a way out.
She looked down at the desk, cluttered with priceless artifacts Vaden personally claimed from pirating raids. An idea took form, and she was desperate enough to try it.
"Nothing else to say, I see," he growled, pouring more wine. "I should have known you wouldn't be grateful that I traded you to someone who will keep your bed warm." He waved her away. "Return to your quarters. Tomorrow you'll be bathed and clothed appropriately to meet your betrothed." He eyed her ragged robe with distaste, his attention coming to rest on her breasts.
Seeing her opportunity, she used her unique power, locking onto his surge of desire, amplifying it, sending lust pounding through his body and the blood rushing to his groin. A momentary diversion was all she needed to act on her idea. As his eyes closed with the overwhelming desire she'd induced in him, she grabbed two jeweled daggers, prizes from his past raids. She left quickly, leaving him to his raging libido.
Not that her uncle was one to suffer any desire long. "Blazing hells! Stane!" Vaden bellowed as she left and then demanded his usual consort: "Get Sarina here immediately. I need her—now!"
Once outside, Eirene stumbled back to the bleak women's compound, stunned and frightened. She had no choice but to leave Travan. Her uncle would come after her, of that she was certain. He didn't like being thwarted, plus he'd have to deal with the Leors to whom he'd traded her, and no one crossed them. They'd be furious if the agreement was not honored. They might even hunt her down themselves.
The sudden rumble of an incoming ship caught her attention. Surely her betrothed wasn't arriving a day early. Her panic intensified, adrenaline flooding her body. She looked toward the orange sky. Hoverlifts surged as a silver ship lowered to the landing pad. It didn't appear to be a Leor ship, but she had to be certain. Lifting her robe, she hurried closer, moving between the trees.
From the shelter of the copse, she watched the hatch open and the ramp lower. An attractive woman with flowing golden hair strode down the ramp. Eirene was both relieved and astonished. Not a Leor, but a
female
— clad in a flightsuit, no less! How odd that this woman would come here. Disdaining females and considering them inferior, Travan men traded only with male-dominated cultures.
The men on the landing pad appeared as surprised as Eirene, turning to gawk at the young woman. Several of them strutted forward, but halted when a second female, very tall and fierce looking, emerged from the hatch, a laser rifle in her hands.
The first woman spoke. "I'm Captain Celie Cameron. We're here to deliver the Elysian liquor and other supplies that Vaden Kane ordered." She tossed back her hair, looking at the gaping men clustered in a tight group. "Is there a problem?"
The men glanced toward the second female, who shifted the rifle a notch higher. They shook their heads. "Well then," Captain Cameron said briskly, all business. "I'll need four of you to unload this cargo. And I'd like Commander Kane present to sign off and transfer the funds."
The men moved to do her bidding, muttering among themselves. It didn't sit well with them to take orders from a woman, but if Vaden had contracted those supplies, he'd be furious if they weren't unloaded. The woman with the rifle watched their every move as they carried the crates from the ship.