Rogue Warriors: Ebook Collection, comprising: Rebel, Soldier and Queen. Available 23rd April 2010 from Changeling Press. A new war rages on Earth, and growing numbers of Dome City humans blame their immortal allies, the mysterious Dragul. Jake Lindow is a rebel with a cause -- leading the band of outlaws who harry the Ministry in pursuit of peace, freedom and the end of Dragul domination. Kidnapping the beautiful Dragul, Crina, is part of Jake's plan; falling in love with her isn't. Sorin, a powerful Dragul mind-specialist, is called in to investigate a violent prisoner of war whose abused mind needs all his skill to heal. For Sergeant Tanya Blake, attracted to Sorin's gorgeous, leather-clad body yet repelled by the power of his mind as it invades hers, is in the grip of desires that hover between sex and murder. As world leaders gather for a peace conference, Gina, sex-starved

daughter of the Dragul king, has more personal goals -- a night of forbidden sensual pleasures before her political marriage to Sylvus, leader of the western Dragul. However, when Gina picks up not one sexy human lover but two, she risks security, peace and ultimately her own heart.

By the time the conference ends, Gina and her friends, the Dome and the world have changed forever.

Reviews:

"I enjoyed the characters in these three stories. The women were all strong... I love the Dragul men, sensitive, strong and supportive of the women they love, but protective alphas just the same. And Jake was a real treat, growing from rebel, to diplomat and finally acknowledging that he was wrong about the Dragul race."

"I enjoyed watching the intrigue as it wound through all three stories, with lots of danger and action to satisfy any reader. And what would a Marie Treanor book be without the scorching and passionate sex uniting the couples."

"...love stories, filled with passion, compassion and imagination." - 5 Cherries, Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews.
 

Rebel

"Rebel is a fantastic story... Also did I mention the super hot sex? If I didn't, I should have... I cannot wait for future books written about this world..." Recommended Read, Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed.

"a superbly written story filled with suspense, action and steamy passionate encounters..." - 4.5 nymphs, Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs.

Soldier

"This is an absolutely fabulous story... I just loved these two characters... The love scenes are tender, sensual and oh so very satisfying." - Valerie, Love Romances and More, 4.5 hearts.

"Sorin is positively drool worthy. While Soldier is the second book in the series, it can stand alone with no problems. I am thoroughly enjoying this well-written series and can't wait for the third book." - Abi, TRS, 4.5 hearts.

Queen

"Marie Treanor starts this story with a bang, actually with a few bangs! Ms. Treanor has written a truly sexy, sensuous story and an adventure that keeps up at a fast pace and keeps the reader enthralled. Her world building is very well done and her characters leap off the pages... " - 4.5 hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More.

Excerpts: (This one is from Rebel. Click the links above to read excerpts from the other novellas which make up the Collection)

   Jake dropped his burden onto the designated bed mat with some relief, rubbing his aching arms as the others clustered around him, demanding to know how it went.
    “Like clockwork,” he said easily. “Didn’t even need to go looking for her. She came and stood obligingly under the vent as we went in. So we just grabbed her and ran. The others should be right behind me.”
    “Is she hurt?” someone demanded, looking down at the Dragul with mingled awe and pity.
    Jake barely spared their hostage a glance. “No. I drugged her. She’ll have a sore head but that’s all.”
    He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to see again the frail, unexpectedly vulnerable creature who had gazed at him so fearlessly when he had dropped from her ceiling. He had been prepared for beauty, power and aggression -- not for innocence, not for a woman who looked as if she didn’t know the meaning of fear, because it had never been necessary. For a moment, he had felt as if he should be protecting her, not abducting her. Only when he had grabbed her and put the drug over her nose and mouth had she fought back. That was when he had become aware of her wings, fluttering frantically at her back, against his palm. He had been so fascinated by that he had barely noticed the brutal kicks to his shins. He could feel them now though.
    He hadn’t expected her to be powerless. He hadn’t expected to feel brute of the century.
    “Are you sure she’s all right?” one of the women said uncertainly. “She looks a bit -- dead!”
    Irritated, Jake dragged off his hood and threw himself down beside the Dragul. He found the pulse in her neck, faint but steady. Her skin was warm, smooth. Her breathing barely disturbed the flimsy yellow dress she wore. The dress that had hidden very little of her body’s curves as he’d carried her away.
    “She’s not dead,” he said dryly, and would have stood up, only the Dragul suddenly whimpered. Her eyes flew open, looking straight into his, and this time there was plenty fear. She scrambled into a sitting position, backing away from him into the wall.
    “Wow, look at her wings,” someone said with awe. A subtle shade of pale yellow, almost blending with her dress, they fluttered behind her again, a definite sign of agitation. “Can she really fly?”
    “Fly, shape-change, read your mind and spit it out, squash you like a bug under her elegant little feet, so do $not feel sorry for her.”
    Jake spoke harshly, the advice as much for himself as for his followers, for the Dragul looked so hurt and frightened it was hard not to pity her.
    On top of which she was breathtakingly beautiful, with the sort of beauty your pants ignored your brain for. Large, mysteriously reflective blue eyes under long, dark lashes, curiously yet attractively contrasting with the golden blond hair that tumbled round her face and shoulders. Her skin was flawless, fair, almost white now with fear and trauma, her features small and delicate. Her slightly pointed little chin gave an inkling of determination, if not stubbornness, but above it, her mouth looked soft, sensual, eminently desirable. Under his gaze, her lips trembled until she dragged one between her teeth for courage,
    “Why do you hate me?” she whispered.
 

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