Chapter One
Camille Howard tried to control her heartbeat as she shifted under the sweating, beefy man who
was straining on top of her.
She was on her back in a Transylvanian meadow, surrounded by wildflowers, thighs wrapped
around the thick, vein strung neck of a local peasant.
Choking and gurgling, the man clutched at her form fitting khaki fatigues as she squeezed her
legs together. His eyes bulged, watering. A tear dropped onto her chest from the slope of his
cheek.
Good for him. He'd lasted longer than the other four guys she'd wrestled so far.
But he still hadn't proved he could be of any use.
Infinite seconds passed as he huffed. A burst of wood smoke darkened the spring sun, then
cleared. She had enough time to turn her head, to survey the crowd of Vasile village men
watching the match.
All of them looked about ready to wet their pants.
Their fear her o ...
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