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In the Halls of the Pleasure Palace
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In the Halls of the Pleasure Palace
by Evangeline Anderson
Atlantic Bridge--Liquid Silver Books
Copyright ©2004 Evangeline Anderson
First Published by Liquid Silver Books, Imprint of
Atlantic Bridge, November, 2004
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In the Halls of the Pleasure Palace
by Evangeline Anderson
Published by Liquid Silver Books, Imprint of Atlantic Bridge
Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana.
Copyright 2004, Evangeline Anderson. All rights reserved. No
part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a
retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means,
electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the
prior written permission of the authors.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and
dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are
not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events
or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
"C'mon, darlin', I jus' wanna lil' sugar pussy. I'm only
topside on this rock for twenty-four hours. You don't wan' me
to go away lonely, now do ya?" He had a thick Centaurian
accent and had obviously been drinking all night so the words
came out in a drawling slur. Shaina McCullough suddenly
found herself pinned against the crumbling gray concrete with
the disgusting drunk leering in her face. "Jus' a lil' sugar
pussy..." he repeated and she turned her head in revulsion as
his foul breath, thick with gin fumes, washed over her.
That was it, she couldn't stand it any more. Determined to
teach him a lesson, Shaina struggled to get her right hand
behind her back and grab the mini-tazer that was taped
there. Cursing the stupid skin-tight design of her skirt that
made it impossible to carry anything in the pockets, her
fingers wiggled beneath the low-slung waistband of the
leather mini. Feeling for the small, lipstick-shaped tube, she
intended to whip it out and shove it straight into the drunk
Centaurian's balls—all three of them. A good sharp jolt in the
nads ought to discourage him since he didn't seem to know
how to take 'no' for an answer. At the very least it would
teach him not to bother innocent-looking girls who turned out
to be Peace Control Officers.
"Hey baby, I knew you'd come around..." The drunk had
managed to pull the magno-tabs of her crop top apart and
was currently trying to get off her demi-bra. His breath was
making her want to retch. Shaina fumbled grimly for the
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tazer, where was it? She had taped it to the small of her back
right before leaving the station but now her searching fingers
found nothing but a smooth expanse of skin—it was gone.
The drunk had one hand inside her bra now and was mauling
her right breast. Shaina was sure she'd have to take a
scalding anti-bac shower that night to even begin to feel clean
again.
"Get off me!" she yelled, beginning to feel a little panicky.
Okay, it was time to call for backup. The drunk Centaurian
might not be the serial rapist she was looking for but she was
going to be in serious trouble if she didn't get him off her
pronto. One thick knee was pressing between her thighs,
trying to spread her legs as Shaina reached for the auto-
jewel, actually a link to her backup, nestled securely in her
belly button. But the drunk's potbelly was plastered against
her own flat stomach too firmly to admit so much as a micron
between them, let alone her questing fingers. She tried to
push him away but he was all over her, a suffocating, reeking
flesh blanket.
Oh, this could not be happening. After all her careful
training and months of preparation for a case like this, Shaina
thought despairingly. It was supposed to be her big break.
What would Ty think if he could see her now?
As if to answer her question, a deep, male voice came
from the depths of the alley behind them.
"Hey buddy, I don't think you're this lady's type so why
don't you back off and get out of here?" Shaina's heart sank,
she knew that voice, it belonged to Brent Tyson, the senior
officer who had trained her not so many months ago. Damn it
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