Her Protector is a FREE short story sequel to His Princess, Men of Valor book 3 and a prequel to Her Warrior, Men of Valor book 4.
Oma should fear the fierce warrior whose captive she’s become after she is seized while spying. The penalty is the lash of his whip. The ache in her body is not from the sting of his flogger but from the scorching heat of his touch. Still, she has to resist him if she wishes to safeguard the secrets she hides.
Jide is the prince’s closest guard. His duty is to keep the royal family safe, so he should deliver instant justice to the spy in his chambers. Yet the intense fire in the eyes of his beautiful prisoner Oma stirs him beyond that of any other maiden in his past. When his self-control is tried which will he choose—hand her over for punishment or defy the prince and protect her?
Oma stood across the courtyard, hidden in the shadows beside the palace barracks long house. It was a dark night, the silver moon hidden behind ominous clouds. The air stirred. Leaves rustled in the shrubs behind her.
Pulse thumping, she pushed her back into the cool mud wall and glanced behind into the dense foliage. In the gloom she couldn’t see much. Crickets chirped. An owl hooted.
Body frozen, ears pricked up and breath held, she stood still waiting for someone to spring from the bushes.
Exhaling the breath nearly busting her lungs, she returned her gaze toward Prince Emeka’s quarters.
The head guard, Jide stood outside talking to another of the prince’s guards. The square was lit with bare-flamed lamps hanging on wall sconces several feet apart. From her vantage point she couldn’t hear the men’s conversation but she could watch them unobserved.
The two men were a contrast of light and shadows. But she easily recognized their outlines.
Lofty like an iroko tree, Jide stood a head taller than his colleague. His skin was of the darkest ebony and his bulky muscles tight and hard.
For a moment she remembered the several occasions she’d walked past him or stood close to him. She’d always been tempted to touch his skin and find out if it was as firm as it appeared.
A warm shiver crawled down her back. Heat travelled to her belly. A slow ache erupted at her core.
The sound of conversation drew her back to her location. Her spine stiffened in alertness. Soon the conversation died away as the people talking walked by without noticing her skulking in the shadows.
She glanced back to where the guards stood together.
Jide turned and stared in her direction. Her breathe hitched as his gaze seemed to connect with hers. She pressed her bare back against the wall, the rough stones scratching her skin.
Surely he can’t see me.