To be a Harvester is to exist with pain that should be pleasure and desire bound by duty. Until one who can spark a change meets the perfect mate. Now he needs only to convince her--one shattering climax at a time . . .
Harvester Sterlave of Gant knows his mission: initiate all the virgins of the season and choose a bondmate from among them. The one he selects is perfect, both physically and politically--she is, after all, the empress's daughter. Kasmiri, however, has other ideas. She wanted to be chosen by Sterlave's best friend, Chur, who instead rebelled by selecting a mere servant girl! Kasmiri knows she now must submit to Sterlave--although she doesn't have to like it . . .
But Kasmiri soon realizes she more than likes Sterlave's sensual attentions. A man like no other, Sterlave is a warrior who satisfies her deepest physical needs, even as he strives to win her heart . . .
Praise for Wicked Harvest'A deliciously sizzling fantasy destine for the keeper shelf. This book isn't just erotic--it's also a passionate romance.' --Angela Knight, New York Times bestselling author
'Anitra Lynn McLeod has that rare talent for writing deeply sensual yet vividly exciting tales!' --Kate Douglas
This is a REALLY HOT book. (Sexually Explicit)
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