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Lords
of the Var 3:
THE
BOUND PRINCE
By
Michelle M. Pillow
“It’s
a good thing you
lack all emotion,
Falke. It makes you
a great Commander. I
know I’ll never have
to worry about your
heart being lost to
a woman, not like I
do your half-human
brothers.”
–
King Attor of the
Var
Chapter One
Samantha Dorsey
flicked her short
fingernails in a
steady, annoying
rhythm, purposefully
torturing the two
irritated crewman
sitting before her.
She received
mischievous pleasure
in watching their
backs stiffen as
they tried to
concentrate on the
task at hand. Her
cool, violet eyes
were outlined with
black liner. She
turned to study
them, partly
laughing, partly
mocking, and mostly
playful.
“Hum,
Captain Sam thinks
she’s got us.” Evan
Cormier, her go-to
man on the ship,
lifted his
chocolate-brown eyes
in amusement as he
looked at her
fingers. He had
short black hair,
with glints of
silver along his
temples. His sexy
appeal was
completely lost on
her most days, but
now he was beginning
to look a little
cute. Too bad she
didn’t sleep with
her crew. According
to the many women
Evan had taken to
his bed, he was able
to ‘read’ what a
woman wanted and
give it to her. Sam
knew it was because
he was part
telepath--a fact he
didn’t share with
too many. People
either got weird
about it, or wanted
to use him to up
their odds in poker
games. Sam paused in
her nail-clicking as
she watched him, his
brow rose in silent
challenge, and she
started the ticking
all over again. His
low voice rumbled,
as he stated, “Chase
a star, Captain.”
Sam
grinned, reaching
down into the messy
pile of playing
cards and drew. A
lock of blonde and
purple hair fell
over her eye and she
swept it back.
Lifting the ace of
spades into her
hand, she fiddled
with her cards. Evan
cleared his throat
and gave a
meaningful glance at
the half empty
bottle of Torganian
rum. Sighing, she
reached for the
bottle and chugged a
big swallow. It
really was nasty
stuff. She sputtered
and gagged, as she
gasped for breath.
Making an awful
face, she slammed
her fist on the
table.
“Ugh,
it still tastes like
Lophibian piss!” Sam
spat, grabbing a
shot of Earth
whiskey to chase the
foul liquor down.
This time she didn’t
sputter. “Where did
Viktor get this
crap?”
Evan
and the other player
of their torturous
card game, Lucien,
laughed, nearly
falling over drunk
in their chairs.
Lucien was half
human, half Dere,
with the strangest
red-brown eyes
they’d ever
seen--unless you
counted the
red-green eyes of
his older brother.
“Do
you have a … eight?”
Lucien asked Sam.
Sam looked down at
her cards. Seeing an
eight, she handed it
over. Lucien grinned
triumphantly,
getting out of
drinking the
horrible alcohol.
They were well aware
they played a warped
version of a child’s
game, but as drunk
as they were, they’d
been hard pressed to
focus on much else.
Everyone on the ship
was at least half
human. There were
six of them total.
Sam was the
Captain--mainly
because she’d been
the lucky one to win
the ship in a card
game. Evan was the
first mate, second
in command. Lucien
was in charge of
communications.
Passed out on the
couch was Lucien’s
brother, Viktor. He
was one hell of a
mechanic and could
rig anything. Passed
out on the floor was
Rick Hayes, their
pilot. And, if Sam
guessed right,
passed out in his
room was Dev. Dev
was half Belvon, a
demonic looking race
with red skin. Aside
from the intense
coloring, he looked
human, only larger.
He was the ship’s
muscle.
Sam
wasn’t worried about
her drunken crew.
The ship was on
autopilot and they
weren’t currently in
hostile territory.
The outer edge of
the Y quadrant was
nearly abandoned
from what they could
see. Earlier, they’d
spotted a small
reddish-brown planet
surrounded by a
blue-green earthlike
sky. Initial scans
said it was oxygen
based and inhabited.
Sam
blinked, looking
down at her hand.
She suddenly
realized she had
three aces left.
Throwing them down,
she declared, “Kiss
my comet! Drink up
boys!”
Lucien and Evan
grimaced but took
the Torganian Rum
and dutifully took
their losing drinks.
They sputtered in
horror as she had
and they quickly
followed the shot
with whiskey. Sam
laughed, slamming
her fist down on the
table several times
while trying not to
fall onto the floor.
“Ah,”
Evan spat,
stretching his
tongue out of his
mouth as if that
would make the taste
go away.
“Oooh, yuck,” Lucien
grumbled, shaking
his head and wiping
his mouth on the
back of his hand.
“Sometimes I wonder
about us.”
Sam
laughed harder.
“Hey, what’s next on
the list? What else
do we need to get?”
Lucien grinned,
automatically
knowing what she was
thinking. Swiping
the cards aside, he
ran his hand over
the table. A
transparent floating
computer screen
materialized before
him and a control
panel opened beneath
the flat surface.
Pushing a few
buttons, he grinned,
and said, “A wild
beast from a
primitive planet.”
“What
was that planet we
just passed? Quri …
Killillrillen … the
red one with
oxygen?” Evan
grinned, nodding his
head. “It didn’t
have any known
landing bases when
we scanned it. You
can’t get much more
primitive than
that.”
“Let’s do it!” Sam
shot to her feet,
swaying terribly on
her wobbly legs.
“Evan, grab the
tazers or phasers or
tranq … hic …
quilizer darts!
We’re going to bag
us a wild …
something or other!
Lucien, get a
transporter ready.
I’ll get the food
and turn this hunk
of metal around. I’m
starving. Meet me at
the space pod!”
“Aye,
aye, Captain,”
Lucien and Evan said
in unison, giving
very un-militant
salutes, first to
their slender
Captain, then to
each other, and then
to the passed out
men on the floor.
“They’re going to be
so pissed when they
find out we went
without them,” Evan
snickered, grinning
like a fool. He
tried to whisper,
but the sound just
came out loud. On
the floor, Rick
mumbled and turned
in his sleep. They
all froze, their
liquor-hazed eyes
turning down to the
pilot. Sam knew he
wouldn’t be happy if
she took over the
controls again. He
always complained
that she reset
everything--which
she did on purpose.
When Rick started to
snore, they all
relaxed.
Sam
and Lucien chuckled
like wayward
children, stumbling
toward the door.
Evan was right
behind them. She
knew they were
drunk, and in the
back of her
alcohol-soaked
brain, she was sure
going out
half-cocked to an
uncharted planet was
a bad idea. She
grinned. It wouldn’t
be the first time
they’d done
something unwise,
and it definitely
wouldn’t be the
last.
* * *
*
Prince Falke of the
Var reached his paws
forward, stretching
out his sore back as
he soared over the
earth, sprinting
through the forest
of his homeland.
Being half Var, he
was a cat shifter by
birth. The
blue-green haze of
the planet’s
atmosphere shone
through the leaves
of the forest. With
three suns--two
yellow, one
blue--the planet was
always cast in
daylight, with the
exception of one
night a year when
everything fell into
perfect alignment
and darkness fell
over the land. They
had one moon, but it
was small and
unnoticeable most
days. Right now it
was late in the
evening, so there
was a softer haze to
the light.
He’d
grown up on the
planet of Qurilixen
and knew the forest
well. The green
leaves of the
planet’s foliage
were overlarge due
to the excessive
heat and moisture
they received. The
reddish trees were
wider than some of
the largest Var
warriors. Yellow
ferns spread out
beneath his swift
feet, growing wild
in the red earth of
the planet’s
surface. All was
serene around him,
silent but for the
wind rushing past
his ears and the
thumping of his paws
on the ground.
The
whole planet was
inhabited by two
races of male
shifters, aside from
the women who came
to the planet to
marry them. The
Draig royal family
ruled the northern
half and his family
ruled the southern.
For many decades,
the Var people had
been at war with the
Draig.
The
Draig were dragon
shifters and it had
been Falke’s father,
King Attor, who
perpetrated most of
the wars between
them. Falke wasn’t
sure if he trusted
the Draig. It was
hard for him to
forget some of the
things he’d seen in
battle in his half
century of leading
the Var armies
against them. He’d
lost many good
soldiers. But, his
brother Kirill, the
new Var king, now
strove for peace.
Kirill was of sound
judgment and Falke
would do his best to
honor the peace
treaty they now had
in place.
The
only thing was, now
that there was no
war, he didn’t know
what to do with his
time. Falke felt
useless without
purpose. He still
had to train the men
and command the
armies, but many of
them had been given
leave to go home.
Besides, he had
efficient seconds in
command who took
many of the duties
from him.
King
Attor had raised his
sons to be warriors,
strong and proud.
Now that the war was
over, Falke wasn’t
prepared. Not that
he liked
warmongering, or
death and
destruction. A large
part of him was
relieved to be done
with war. At the
same time, he wasn’t
holding his breath
that it would last.
It was too soon to
tell.
It
was much easier for
him to exercise in
his shifted state,
his strong body
molded into the form
of a large, white
tiger. Ever since
Lord Myrddin, an
evil man after his
brother’s throne,
had captured and
tortured him, he
would wake in the
middle of the night
sore and aching,
needing to stretch.
If not for his
brothers, King
Kirill and Prince
Quinn’s rescue, he’d
not be alive today.
The
capture had been a
great blow to his
ego, especially
since he was the
Commander of the
Guard, leader of the
Var military. If he
hadn’t been
protecting the human
scientists, come to
help them rid his
planet of biological
weaponry, he
would’ve easily
taken Myrddin’s men.
It’s
over now, Falke
thought, running
faster as he did his
best to forget about
it. Myrddin was dead
and the biological
threat was gone.
Even the shadowed
marshes were looking
better than they had
in about a century,
thanks to the human
scientists’ work.
Everything seemed to
be looking up for
his people. For that
he was glad.
King
Kirill had lifemated
to a former agent of
the Human
Intelligence Agency,
Ulyssa Payne. Soon
after, his youngest
brother and Var
Ambassador, Quinn,
lifemated to one of
the human scientists
who’d helped restore
the marshes, Tori
Elliot. Both women
were pregnant. The
Var royal family’s
future looked
bright. With Kirill
and Quinn
preoccupied with
family, as they
rightly should be,
Falke felt even more
alone. There was
always Prince Reid,
another brother, but
he commanded the
outlands and hadn’t
been by the palace
as of late.
Reid
sulked because he
couldn’t understand
how their brothers
choose to mate with
a woman. Reid liked
the women well
enough, but their
father would never
have approved. Long
ago, several hundred
years before the
Princes’ birth,
before Attor became
King, things had
been different for
the Var people. It
was a wild time, a
time when the Var
let emotions rule
their heads and
their hearts. They
acted rashly and on
pure instinct. For
reasons completely
unknown to his sons,
Attor changed the
ways of the Var. He
was a good King, one
who worked hard for
his people--despite
the end of his life
that was marred by a
touch of what could
only have been
madness.
Attor
encouraged emotional
detachment so that
if one half-mate
died, there could be
others to take her
place. That was why
Kirill and Quinn’s
lifemates were so
upsetting to Reid.
If something
happened to the
women, there could
never be another for
his brothers, and to
a race of men who
lived for hundreds
of years that was a
long time to be
alone. They’d be
able to take women
to their bed to
fulfill physical
need, but the
loneliness would
slowly eat at them.
King
Attor’s father had
suffered the folly
of mating with one
woman. She had died
when Attor was born
and the old King
never recovered
enough to breed more
women for sons.
Although he took
women to his bed, he
left Attor without
any brothers to help
lead the Var nation.
So, when Attor took
over the throne, he
became reliant on a
few noble
houses--like Lord
Myrddin’s, the
traitor who’d tried
to kill Falke.
It
was Attor who
encouraged men to
have control, to
drink nef--a drink
that somehow calmed
them sexually and
gave them restraint.
Falke had no need of
the drink. His
mother, Taura, was
half Roane and that
heritage gave him
all the restraint he
needed. Each Prince
had different
mothers, except for
Reid and Jarek, the
twins. Jarek was out
exploring space and
hadn’t been home in
a long while.
King
Attor urged the Var
men to prove their
worth and
dependability with
emotionless
detachment. He
taught by example,
that to prove great
prowess in the
bedroom showed
prowess in the field
of battle, until
strength in one
meant strength in
the other. Many of
the elders followed
Attor’s example and
took many
half-mates, though
none so many as the
King. Lifemates were
a privilege of the
lower
classes--tradesmen,
farmers, even
hunters and lower
ranked soldiers, all
men who could ill
afford to keep many
mates on a planet so
barren of women in
the first place.
However, because
Falke was the
Commander, he was
expected to adhere
to this old way of
thinking more than
the others. If he
was to fall in
love--which he
doubted would ever
happen--it would be
disastrous to his
family’s reputation,
especially amongst
the elders. It would
make the House of
Var look weak.
Running faster,
Falke pushed the
limits of his
healing wounds. By
fighting the pain,
pushing his body, he
would better be able
to generate the
energy he needed to
heal himself.
Listening to the
wind, he tried to
clear his mind. He’d
been too
contemplative of
late. He didn’t like
feeling lost and the
dreams that haunted
him only made the
feelings worse. He
was tired and didn’t
want to think about
any of it anymore.
The loneliness would
always be there. No
matter what he did
or thought, he knew
was destined to be
alone.
* * *
*
Sam
pushed the gigantic
leaf out of her way,
as she stumbled over
a fallen log.
Blinking several
times, she squinted
in the hazy light.
Wasn’t it supposed
to be night time on
this side of the
planet? She was
pretty sure they’d
calculated it
right--well, the
computer would’ve
calculated it right.
They were too drunk
to be calculating
anything themselves.
Thank the stars for
autopilot! She
looked down at her
locator, scanning
for life forms of
any kind.
Just
then, Lucien came
running by. His
pale, naked body
streaked through the
huge forest, as his
male pride bounced
for all to see. Sam
shook with laughter.
She was sure she’d
never seen anything
as funny as his
milky white backside
running through the
trees. Then Evan’s
naked form whizzed
past her, his butt
much more muscular.
“Come
on, Captain!” he
yelled, as he
disappeared behind a
tree.
“I’m
not stripping for
you two!” Sam called
behind him, jogging
forward to see where
they went. She shook
her head, still
laughing. “Nice try,
space cadet!”
“Hey,
Sam, look,” Evan
said, his voice
quieting. “Lucien’s
found something.”
“What
is it?” she
whispered, though
her loud quiet could
hardly be considered
a whisper. But, then
again, neither could
Evan’s.
“Sh,”
Lucien hissed,
waving his hands
back for silence.
“I’m tracking our
wild, ferocious
beast.”
Sam
turned her eyes to
where Lucien was
pointing. She bit
her lips to keep
from laughing. It
was a beautiful bird
with bright blue
feathers. Its long
tail swooped down
like a legendary
phoenix. With its
little beak, it was
anything by
ferocious.
“Evan,” Sam
whispered, laughing.
When he didn’t
immediately turn,
she said louder,
“Evan!”
“What?” he asked,
glancing at her with
a cocky grin.
“Where are your
clothes?” Sam gave
his naked body a
glance.
For a
moment, Evan looked
confused, as if he’d
forgotten he was
naked. His glassy
eyes blinked slowly
and then he
shrugged. He checked
himself out and then
shot her another,
cockier grin. His
eyebrows rose high
on his forehead.
Laughing, he
shrugged again, and
snickered, “I don’t
remember.”
“Would you two shut
it?” Lucien said
really loud, placing
his hands on his
hips to glare at
them. The bird was
startled by his
harsh voice and flew
away. His lips
twitched and he
fought to sound
stern, saying, “See
what you made me do?
The killer blue bird
is gone! There goes
our wild beast!”
Evan
and Sam laughed
harder still and
Lucien soon joined
them. Sam was pretty
sure they’d finally
lost it--whatever it
was and that was if
they even had it to
begin with. They
nearly fell all over
themselves, as they
gasped for breath.
“What
in the blazing star
trails are we doing
here?” Evan asked,
shaking his head in
wonder at their
stupidity.
“I
don’t know,” Sam
answered, sniffing
back tears of
laughter. “Whose
bright idea was this
anyway?”
Both
men looked at her
with pointed
expression.
“Oh,”
she chuckled. “Oops.
Anyone know the way
back to the space
pod?”
“Yeah, I got the
locator,” Lucien
said, looking down
at his naked waist.
He felt around, as
if he could find it.
His drunken laughter
started up again.
“On my belt.”
“Got
a locator for your
pants?” Sam asked.
Laughter was her
only answer. Sam
grabbed her sides.
They were really
starting to ache.
Then, her stomach
growled. She’d
forgotten she was
hungry and didn’t
bring any food along
on the little trip.
“Crap, so help me if
we’re stuck here,”
Evan began, shaking
his fist at Lucien.
It was too funny.
None of them were
sober enough to care
that they might be
stranded on an
uncharted alien
planet. Besides, it
wouldn’t be the
first time that had
happened. Somehow,
they always managed
to get out of their
little scrapes.
“Did
someone leave a note
for the crew telling
them where we are
at?” Sam asked.
Evan
and Lucien both
shook their head,
mumbling in turn,
“No.”
“Okay, then, let’s
go track some wild
pants! They couldn’t
have walked far,”
Sam said, looking
around and heading
in the direction
from where she was
pretty sure they’d
just come. Lucien,
who had an inborn
sense of direction,
stopped her by
clearing his throat.
When she looked at
him, he pointed the
opposite way. “Okay,
then. Let’s go! Move
it out troops!”
Sam
navigated her way in
the direction Lucien
indicated, mainly
using their tracks
in the red dirt as a
guide through the
forest. She kept her
head down, trying to
concentrate on where
she stepped.
“We
should check
around,” Lucien
said.
Sam
and Evan stopped to
look at him.
“For
proof that we were
here,” he clarified.
“We can’t go back
empty handed.”
“Uh,
guys,” Evan said.
“Grab
a leaf.” Sam
motioned to the
tree.
“Guys,” Evan
repeated.
“Will
that be enough?”
Lucien asked.
“Uh,
gu-uys!” Evan
whispered, his voice
coming out an
insistent hiss.
“What?” they both
asked at once.
“How
‘bout we take that?”
Evan whispered,
frozen in what
looked like stunned
fear. He wasn’t
moving, except for
his eyes.
Sam
felt her heart stop
just by looking at
her second in
command’s pale face.
Slowly, she turned
on her heels,
following Evan’s
gaze. Lucien gasped
lightly, the only
sound in the forest.
Everything seemed to
have gotten deadly
quiet. Then, a low
growl started,
rumbling just as her
eyes turned to the
large white creature
looming before them.
Whatever it was, it
looked angry. Sam
gulped. And hungry.
“What
is it?” Lucien
whispered.
“I …
I don’t know,” Sam
answered. She tried
to stop her hands
from shaking. The
thing had sharp
teeth poking from
his powerful mouth.
The rumbling didn’t
stop.
“I
think it’s a tiger
species of some
sort,” Evan said. “I
saw some of Rick’s
pictures once.
They’re big, wild
cats. But, um, we’re
not on Earth.”
Sam
had never seen
anything like it.
Well, come to think
of it, the creature
did kind of look
like a cat she’d
seen once, but was
nearly fifty times
as big as that
little thing. Her
body shook and she
moved toward it,
mesmerized by the
fierce blue of its
eyes. Her fingers
twitched, numbingly
reaching out as if
she could pet it.
“Sam,
what are you doing?
Get the tranq!” Evan
whispered, shaking
her back to reality.
“I
don’t have them,”
Sam said, having a
hard time
concentrating. She
was shaken by the
apparent fierceness
of the beast, but
she was also
strangely drawn to
it. Its eyes looked
into hers and,
despite its mean
growl, she wanted to
trust that it
wouldn’t hurt her.
“They’re on your
waist,” Evan
whispered.
Sam
felt like slapping
her head. Of course
they were. She
reached down and
slowly took the
tranquilizer dart
off her belt. The
beast watched her
every move.
Suddenly, Lucien
screamed and made a
threatening motion.
The tiger’s
attention was drawn
to him at the sound,
breaking out of the
trance it had
fixated on the
Captain. Sam sprung
into action, a
little slow in her
drunken state, but
the reflex was so
ingrained she didn’t
need to think.
Instantly, she shot
off three darts.
They hit the animal
in the neck and
side.
The
beast roared angrily
and charged, leaping
onto Sam’s shoulders
so fast she could
barely react. Her
eyes stared up,
terrified, into the
large mouthful of
sharpened teeth. The
tiger had every
chance to bite her,
but didn’t. It
merely pressed its
weight into hers,
angling its face so
it could stare into
her eyes.
The
tiger’s lids drooped
and she was aware of
Lucien and Evan
screaming for her,
as they kicked the
beast in the ribs.
Her lungs squeezed,
she managed a harsh,
“Don’t. It’s out.”
Instantly, they
stopped kicking.
“Are
you all right?” Evan
stood over her,
looking down.
“Captain, are you
hurt?” Lucien asked
at the same time.
“Heavy,” she gasped.
They pushed the
weight off of her
and she could again
breathe. Shaking,
they pulled her to
her feet. For a long
time they stared at
the fallen creature
in silence.
“Blessed Stars, it’s
huge,” Lucien swore
under his breath.
“Sam,
your shirt. Are you
hurt?” Evan pointed
at the rip by her
shoulder.
Sam
reached for it and
her fingers came
back with blood. She
didn’t feel anything
though. “No, it’s
fine. The wound is a
little one. It will
be gone by morning.
I’m more worried
about my back. This
thing weighs more
than a Groto
boulder.”
Evan
nodded in
understanding.
“Why
didn’t it attack?”
Sam whispered,
leaning over to
study the animal.
Her mind felt as if
she was underwater.
Her shaking fingers
touched his soft
white and black fur.
“It had me. It
could’ve torn out my
throat before it
went down.”
“Do
we leave it?” Lucien
asked, reaching to
stroke the animal’s
back to feel it for
himself.
“Hell, no!” Evan
exclaimed, growing
excited. “Look at
this thing! We need
a wild beast. You
aren’t going to get
wilder than that!
With this thing,
we’ll win the
contest for sure!”
Sam
felt a momentary
wave of regret, but
she attributed it to
liquor. Her crew
would never forgive
her if she let this
tiger go. Even on
Earth, such
creatures were rare.
Her head swam,
reminding her just
how much they’d had
to drink. Her body
started to wind down
and she knew if she
didn’t find her bed
soon, she’d be
passing out where
she stood.
“I’ve
got the darts,” Sam
said. “I’ll stay
with the capture.
You two, go get
those clothes and a
lift. We’ll never
get this out of here
on our own.”
“Where are we going
to put it?” Evan
asked. Sam frowned.
They didn’t really
have a prison hold.
The old one had been
transformed into a
room for Dev. He
liked sleeping away
from the others and
wouldn’t take kindly
to sharing his room
with a wild animal.
“I’ve
got that cage in my
room. We’ll stick it
in there. He won’t
be able to get out.”
Sam sighed. Her head
was beginning to
throb. “Get going.”
Evan
and Lucien took off
running. She watched
their steps weave
back and forth,
unable to tell if it
was her vision or if
they were stumbling.
Blinking, she looked
down at her hand.
Her vision blurred
as it had been doing
all night and she
closed her eyes to
steady it. The soft
fur called to her
and she laid her
head on the animal’s
side. Its strong
even breath and the
sound of the steady
heartbeat comforted
her. Her fingers
absently twined into
the back of his
head. Absently, she
petted the creature,
rubbing her face in
its softness.
“Sam,
we got it.”
Sam
lifted her head,
having no idea how
much time had
passed. She blinked,
seeing Evan. Slowly,
she nodded and
pushed to her feet.
©
copyright Michelle
M. Pillow, October
2004
This is a work of
fiction. All
characters, events,
and places are of
the author’s
imagination and not
to be confused with
fact. Any
resemblance to
living persons or
events is merely
coincidence.
REVIEWS
Nominated for the
2007 RT Reviewers'
Choice Award
Futuristic Romance!
"5
ANGEL! RECOMMENDED
READ! This is most
definitely a hot
futuristic romance
and comes straight
from the author’s
imagination. There
is no doubt in my
mind as to the
originality of all
of Ms Pillow’s
stories. In addition
to being a
futuristic romance,
this novel contains
many other elements,
among which feature
hybrids, shape
shifters and even a
touch of a form of
mind control. I
loved The Bound
Prince; it kept me
guessing while
revealing various
unexpected events.
This is a story that
anyone should give a
go..." Elizabeth,
Fallen Angel Reviews
"5
HEARTS! Lords of the
Var 3, The Bound
Prince was a
rollicking good
read! ... Fans of
Michelle Pillow and
everyone who loves a
smart, futuristic
romance will enjoy
this sexy new
installment set on
the planet Qurilixen.
The Bound Prince is
great romantic
entertainment."
Patrice, TRS, August
10, 2005
"5
HEARTS! Watching
these two bungle
around each other is
funny, moving, and
very realistic,
lending a touch of
the twenty-first
century to this
futuristic tale.
You'll fall in love
with this story not
only because of the
fantastic romance,
but because the
author so cleverly
creates a world of
the future that is
amazing to read
about, but also
bares a close
resemblance to our
own times. This
combination of
realism and fantasy
ensures that every
person who picks up
the latest Var story
is in for a treat."
Sarah W, TRS, August
11, 2005
"THE
BOUND PRINCE had me
laughing from the
very beginning. I
thought the story
sounded great, but
wow! It was better
than I bargained
for!" Cynthia
Eckert, Paranormal
Romance Reviews,
April 2006
"4
1/2 UNICORNS! The
fourth book in the
Lords of Var series,
The Bound Prince is
a fun, invigorating
and beautiful read.
Ms. Pillow has a way
with words .... I
highly recommend The
Bound Prince to
anyone who would
enjoy an
invigorating read
set in a futuristic
setting." Francesca,
Enchanted in
Romance, Dec 2005
"4
BLUE RIBBONS! The
love scenes are
steamier than a
steam room, and the
sparks always fly
when Falke and
Samantha get
together. Michelle
M. Pillow has done
it again, and this
book definitely
leaves readers
wanting more of the
LORDS OF VAR." A
Brewer, Romance
Junkies August 2005
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Date: Jan
2011
Series
The Savage King
The Playful Prince
The Bound Prince
The Rogue Prince
The Pirate Prince
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