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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Shara’s Challenge

ISBN # 1-4199-0633-X

Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: May 2006

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is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This book has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

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S HARA ’ S C HALLENGE

Lorie O’Clare

Chapter One

“I’m surprised they didn’t strip-search us.” Romair shrugged off the sensation of

the burly guard’s hands on him as he followed his friend down the narrow hallway.

“What kind of place is this?”

“It’s different.” Jolen’s chuckle was deep, just like his voice. His broad shoulders

blocked Romair’s view of where they headed, which, knowing Jolen, was more than

likely into trouble.

“Remind me again why I passed on the Misi twins to come here?” He noticed the

unkempt walls, seawater seeping through too many cracks. And to think right now Jola

and Dal would probably have their mouths on his dick, fighting over him.

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

“As long as it’s better than the treatment we got at the door.” Romair didn’t care

much for men touching him. “Now, if they’d had women there to greet us…”

Jolen’s laugh bounced off the damp walls on either side of them. The water that

splashed at their feet smelled stale. This definitely wasn’t a place where he’d run into

any government officials. More than likely the law avoided this cave.

Jolen looked over his shoulder, that smile warning enough that they were in for

something different. He knew Jolen all too well. His friend, almost like a brother since

they’d known each other most of their lives, always swam a bit off the beaten canal.

When he’d suggested a club he knew where the kink would put the women they had

lined up for the night to shame, Romair’s curiosity piqued. Twin sisters willing to fuck

him in spite of his reputation would be hard to top.

They splashed through the murky water that came up to their ankles. Any decent

establishment would keep the water level lower. The hallway had a slight decline. They

were heading deeper into the mountain. Just to get here, they’d left their tran-bus in the

locking bay in Australia Sea, and then swam deep into the dark waters to this forgotten-

looking place. Not an establishment people like them would normally frequent.

People like them. Romair shook his head, his grin matching the one on Jolen’s face.

Who would have thought he’d ever consider himself someone of rank? But it was true.

For both of them. The end of the Civil War had found him and his buddy sitting rather

pretty with new titles, new statuses in life.

Having fought side by side in the bloodiest battle he hoped to ever witness in his

life, they’d helped Shara Dar become leader and she’d rewarded them nicely. She was

young, still learning, spontaneous in her actions at times, but bright. Romair would kill

for Shara, and she knew it. She knew she’d do well with Jolen and him by her side. Both

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holding rank of First Commanders, he’d been surprised the men at the entrance to the

mountain hadn’t recognized them.

Those who swam this type of life didn’t care about government. Just outside the

boundaries for the newly formed city of Zeal Current, they had their own laws down

here. It hadn’t been so many years that Jolen and Romair moved among folks who lived

from day to day. And he’d do well to remember that.

Their economy was good. Jobs were everywhere and the South Passage prospered.

Many preferred living on the edge, cutting deals, working for themselves. As long as

they didn’t cross over the line to being criminal, many did well living like this. He’d

done it himself for years.

“Where are we going? To the core of Undrworld?” Romair watched the artificial

beam of light that ran overhead flicker while they descended farther down the narrow

hallway.

“We’re almost there.” Jolen didn’t elaborate.

Just like Jolen—keep him in the dark and then throw him into a situation where

more than likely he’d be kicking ass to save his friend before the night ended.

The hallway came to an abrupt end and a black round pool of still water

shimmered against the artificial light. Jolen jumped in without a word, disappearing

from Romair’s sight instantly. Water rippled around his ankles and he sighed,

admitting a bit of adventure appealed to him after the week they’d had. Jumping in

after Jolen, it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the water—and the

warmth of it. They were a hell of a lot deeper under the city than he’d originally

thought. Most places this deep underground bordered on the criminal, law enforcement

seldom being called to these areas and patrolling only as needed. Leave it to Jolen to

bring them somewhere disreputable enough that they’d have to deal with the wrath of

Shara later.

Although thinking of how her hot little body got all tense when she lost her temper

made the water around him feel even warmer than it was. Shoving those thoughts out

of his head—Shara ruled the South Passage now—he wouldn’t lust after her anymore.

Breathing the warm water through the gills behind his ears almost made him

claustrophobic. There was no light, which made it hard to know how wide the canal

was they swam through. Jolen moved ahead of him, creating an underwater current as

his thick legs kicked through the water. When he turned and looked at Romair, his

black eyes glowed while his bald head and the stupid grin on his face made him look

like the ne’er-do-well idiot that he’d often had the reputation of being.

They climbed out of the water alongside each other and lifted themselves onto cool

stone.

“Shit.” It was the first word out of his mouth.

Romair stared at the room of people in front of him.

Jolen nudged him in the arm, gesturing with his head for Romair to follow. They

moved through the crowded establishment, the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex

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