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| − | On the day Davan | + | On the day Davan Shanahan was assigned to the military pleasure ship, she was having a bad hair day, which was actually an understatement. Her hair looked as though she'd placed her hand on an antique generator. Every dark auburn hair on her head was repelling each other and standing on end. |
When Cair Ghrian met Davan, he was coming off one major drunkfest. Known far and wide as The Black Sun, the scythelord of Amhantar was a prince of the royal house, an infamous Deathwielder and a force to be reckoned with ... especially when riled. Hating his assignment as the captain of what everyone in the universe called a flying cathouse, Cair's first words to her were, "By the Goddess, couldn't you even be bothered to comb that frizzy mess before reporting to me, woman?" | When Cair Ghrian met Davan, he was coming off one major drunkfest. Known far and wide as The Black Sun, the scythelord of Amhantar was a prince of the royal house, an infamous Deathwielder and a force to be reckoned with ... especially when riled. Hating his assignment as the captain of what everyone in the universe called a flying cathouse, Cair's first words to her were, "By the Goddess, couldn't you even be bothered to comb that frizzy mess before reporting to me, woman?" | ||
Right from the start, Davan and Cair pushed each other's buttons. She loathed his arrogance and dominating personality. He looked upon her as a nuisance and happily joined the rest of the crew in playing tricks on the new doctor. Thrown together they would rub each other the wrong way until the rubbing got hot, steamy and incredibly intense. | Right from the start, Davan and Cair pushed each other's buttons. She loathed his arrogance and dominating personality. He looked upon her as a nuisance and happily joined the rest of the crew in playing tricks on the new doctor. Thrown together they would rub each other the wrong way until the rubbing got hot, steamy and incredibly intense. | ||
Latest revision as of 21:50, 27 May 2008
- Author: Charlotte Boyett~Compo
- Publisher: Ellora's Cave
- Year: 2006
- Download ISBN: 1-4199-0179-6
Book Description
On the day Davan Shanahan was assigned to the military pleasure ship, she was having a bad hair day, which was actually an understatement. Her hair looked as though she'd placed her hand on an antique generator. Every dark auburn hair on her head was repelling each other and standing on end.
When Cair Ghrian met Davan, he was coming off one major drunkfest. Known far and wide as The Black Sun, the scythelord of Amhantar was a prince of the royal house, an infamous Deathwielder and a force to be reckoned with ... especially when riled. Hating his assignment as the captain of what everyone in the universe called a flying cathouse, Cair's first words to her were, "By the Goddess, couldn't you even be bothered to comb that frizzy mess before reporting to me, woman?"
Right from the start, Davan and Cair pushed each other's buttons. She loathed his arrogance and dominating personality. He looked upon her as a nuisance and happily joined the rest of the crew in playing tricks on the new doctor. Thrown together they would rub each other the wrong way until the rubbing got hot, steamy and incredibly intense.
