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Krystallina's Crisis Cover Art by  Trace Edward Zaber Three years as sex slave to the twisted Kadin and finally she has escaped. Fleeing from the underlord's horde, Krystallina is rescued by Sarek, guardian of the misted forests. Is she escaping one evil master only to be thrust into the arms of another? Krystallina hasn't learned to trust and she's not sure now is the time to start. Sarek believes she is his soulmate and destined to become his wife. Her servitude to the sadistic Kadin does not make her particularly interested in exchanging one master for another, no matter how perfect that someone may appear to be. Now available from Amber Heat.   Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press   Reviews for Krystallina's Crisis   Excerpt from Krystallina's Crisis: At first the beating of the drums took Krystallina by surprise. Of course, she hadn't known what to expect. And then long moments later she felt the beating of her own heart slow to matching the throbbing rhythm of the thundering drumbeats. The sound seemed to fill the air and her body began to pulse in response. She felt the heat of her blood rushing through her veins. Cream dripped from her pussy and her clitoris engorged. Her breaths increased and her nipples screwed into tightly knotted pinpoints of sensitivity. The cool night air had, at some point, turned hot and clinging. She jumped when she felt something curl around her ankles, cool and silky, tightening. She tried to kick it away, to break the hold, but she couldn't do it. It felt like vines, but the strength was more like a rope that bound her. And then more vines curled around her wrists and another at her neck. Her hands were drawn behind her back and bound there. Slowly, she was reeled backward. She stepped cautiously until she felt the smooth bark of the Matanda tree at her back. The vines encircling her ankles pulled outward, forcing her to shift her legs apart. More vines twined around her thighs and stroked upward to curl around her breasts. Leaves teased at her sensitive nipples, and she found herself thrusting her hips, seeking relief. The pressure of desire built to a crescendo inside her, throbbing as the drums grew louder, until she was completely surrounded and filled with the sounds of the forest. The whisper of the wind flayed her skin, causing a whirlwind of sensation. "What's happening?" She couldn't help but voice the words, the fear, the knowledge that something inside her was changing. It was elemental, an understanding inside her mind and her body, as though she were being forced to attune her physical and mental rhythms to that of the forest. A violin string being wound tighter and tighter, strummed until the pitch was exactly perfect, completely balanced. With the vine at her neck holding her anchored to the tree, she couldn't move her head. She felt the sensual caress of the vines as they covered and twined around her body, more and more vines joining the first, and then she felt something else.   Reviews for Krystallina's Crisis: Coming soon.

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