Marie Treanor

Rogue Warriors 2: Soldier: Now available from Changeling Press
Deep in a civilian prison in the heart of Dome City, lies prisoner of war Sergeant Tanya Blake -- the West’s secret weapon. Difficult, aggressive, and uncooperative, she bides her time, determined to escape. She is an enigma to her captors, who can’t understand how or why her brain has been altered, but fearing the result, they call in a powerful Dragul mind-specialist, Sorin.

From the beginning, Tanya knows Sorin is different from all her other interrogators. Attracted to his gorgeous, leather-clad body, repelled by the power of his mind as it invades hers, her desires hover between sex and murder.

After two attempts on Sorin’s life, Tanya’s captors know she must be eliminated for political reasons. Only Sorin understands her fear and her terrible struggle against the controls imposed on her mind. Can he heal her before one of them is murdered, or before she kills herself trying to escape?

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"This is an absolutely fabulous story. I think this is the best one yet and I just loved these two characters. Marie Treanor has written a very gritty, action packed story that is thrilling, adventurous and totally captivating. This is a story that is full of intrigue and the world building is very well done. The romance between Sorin and Tanya is full of emotions as Sorin tries to help her heal her mind. The love scenes are tender, sensual and oh so very satisfying. This is a wonderful mixture of a good plot, great characters and hot sex. Yes, this author is one to watch out for because I believe she can write the kind of stories that will be on the shelves for the world to read." - Valerie, Love Romances and More, 4.5 hearts.

"In Soldier we see another twist in war that no one wants, featuring two endearing, strong characters... I have to add that 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. I hope I don't have to wait long." - Abi, TRS, 4.5 hearts.

Excerpts:

      Tanya woke, sitting not in dark cave but in a bright, sterile room. Like a white box with a clinical light hanging from the ceiling. Two men were staring at her. Disoriented as she was, her training never left her. She’d already reached for her weapon before she remembered they’d taken it from her weeks ago, when she was first captured.
     “She’s awake now,” one of the men observed. He wore a white coat, like a doctor or a scientist back in the west. “But you can still see what I’m talking about.”
     They looked together at a handheld screen in the first man’s possession, and only then did Tanya realize there were wires running from it to her. Electrodes were attached to her head.
     Deliberately, she tore them off and threw them on the floor.
     “You don’t need to do that,” the doctor said impatiently. “We’re trying to help you.”
     Tanya curled her lip.
     He sighed. “Won’t you at least tell us your name?”
     The arsehole already knew that. They had her ID -- name, rank, and serial number. It was all the information they’d got out of her since she was captured, though. And if they imagined sticking electrodes on her head while she was asleep was going to persuade her to speak to them, they were even stupider than the last load of fools to interrogate her.
     The second doctor, or whatever he was -- a young man, quite handsome -- smiled at her in what he obviously thought was a winning manner.
     Tanya smiled back, and as the smugness crept into his face, she raised her middle finger and held it in front of his eyes. His brows snapped together and Tanya laughed.
     She turned her head away and laid it on her knees, facing away from the door. She already knew that was well-guarded. To rush it when the doctors left would simply be a waste of energy. Instead, she gazed at the big piece of glass at one end of her box. A two way mirror of the type she’d seen at home. She had no idea what was behind it, but she suspected it was less heavily guarded than the front of her cell.
     She’d wait, gather the information she needed to bust her way out of here. No prison had ever managed to hold Tanya Blake.

     She kicked out at his chest, fast and vicious and without warning. And yet her foot never made it. She didn’t see him move, but she felt the force of his parry and then he held her foot in his left hand, totally immovable. He didn’t even look pleased with himself. Furious at that more than anything else, she lashed out with her fist, and inevitably, he caught that in his other hand, even recoiled it slightly to lessen the smack.
     His hand was warm and pale on her dark skin, his fingers like steel bands. She couldn’t even $move the captured limbs, never mind free them. His strength appalled her. It felt -- inhuman.
     With a supreme effort, she slowed her panting breath and lifted her gaze from their locked hands to his face.
     At last, weakness! For the first time, she saw definite confusion in his terrible eyes. And something else, something that looked -- surely -- like… lust. Hot and clouded, hungry.
     The governor’s son, after all?
     The pressure was back, and the sharpness. Easy in the end…
     She gave a low laugh and, testing the water, slid her tongue along her lower lip. As if he couldn’t help it, his gaze followed. She glanced down at his crotch and yes there was definite sign of arousal.    Something grew in those sexy leather pants.
     She leaned into him, ignoring her captured hand and foot, and feeling her capitulation, he relaxed his hold. She pushed herself across the mattress, right between his legs. She let her breasts brush against his chest, shocked herself by the pleasure of the grazing touch on her nipples.
     His breath was no longer even. Fiercely triumphant, she smiled and placed her lips close to his ear.
     “You want me? I haven’t had a man in months and you’re very sexy, you know, so very, very sexy…”
     His breath caught, but he made no move to hold her or touch her. It was she who closed the extra centimeter to the heated bulge between his legs. Deliberately, she pressed herself into it, felt it rock hard and huge against her clothed pussy.
     She ignored the pulse of desire that shot through her. It was exciting to tease him, to affect him so deeply and be the one in control. In truth, through everything else, it turned her on.
     Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue around the lobe of his ear, and along the line of his jaw -- oddly smooth and stubble-free -- and with sudden ferocity, she seized his mouth in hers.
     His cock leapt against her. Triumph had made her wet, but at least her own unexpected arousal made it easier to kiss him as if she meant it, combining desire with hate and anger as she bit at his lips and tongue, grinding her mouth into his.
     At her first assault, his mouth had opened, as if in shock. But he didn’t jump her, made no response at all -- until she began to rub herself against his cock, up and down as though she was riding him. Then his mouth moved, abruptly changing position to bear down on hers. His tongue lashed hers, held it captive in her own mouth while his cock ground between her thighs.
     There came an inkling then of rare, blinding pleasure, of a desire so strong it frightened her; she didn’t even know if it was hers or his. Either way, she was losing control, she had to act or…
     She slid her hands up his leather-clad arms to his shoulders, his neck, circling it, tracing it. She opened her mouth wider, surrendering it. And pressed with her thumbs on his windpipe. Hard. Furiously. Determinedly. Nothing could stop her. He was dead. Dead.