Warrior's Heart Exerpt

Hey Peeps!!


I’ve been working a little bit trying to get Warrior’s Heart off the ground. Trust me I haven’t forgot about it. Just to give you a little treat, because you have been so patient and understanding, here is a little tidbit on the beginning of the book. I totally rethought Nah’Dara. Of course she’s going to be head strong (and what woman you know is going to sit by and be cooped up in a castle all day and not be able to have any fun).
I had some pondering to do and thought that if I wanted her Uncle to just ship her off on some other person without any regard for her say-so, especially if the story is set in the future, I didn’t want her uncle to be a good guy. This took a huge amount of thought since this is my first baby and I’m giving her a face lift. Mind you it’s a cold draft so please be gentle with me. I just pulled this out of the top of my head. Tell me what you think??

Love ya

Leah V.

Mini exerpt from Warrior’s Heart.

Nah'Dara stared coolly ahead trying not to look her uncle in the eye. The cold green eyes seemed to pierce though her as he took his seat behind the desk. She could almost feel the faint shiver from Kianan as she stood next to her. She almost felt sorry for her. Her father wasn't the easiest disciplinarian...well to her, he wasn't at all. Yet instead of shrieking and yelling as if he'd lost his mind, he just sat there, the ice in his eyes froze her in her place.
He watched the playback from the vid of what happened. After he finished, he leaned back in his chair pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Fighting? Fighting?" Duh, got that. Move to the next section. "After I forbade you from leaving the planet. Let alone the castle.” His cultured voice rumbled with repressed anger. “I'm having a hard time understanding this."

"Uncle Trent, let me explain--"

"I don't want to hear you pitiful explanation. Do you know that the person you hit was the son of a really powerful King in that sector. You could have started a war."

Kianan stepped forward. "Father, it wasn't her fault. She was just protecting me."

"I told you I don't want to hear any explanations. Not even yours. I'll deal with you later." Kianan stepped back, her head dropped slightly. "I put too much time in this position to see it fouled up by a woman who doesn't make good choices. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Nah’Dara just stood there, trying not to let her already boiling anger seep out of her ears. The night had already been a total bust. All she just wanted to go to my room, enjoy the sonic shower, and forget it ever happened.

“I’m waiting on an explanation.”

“Oh, so now you want me to give you one?” She folded her arms across her chest. “I thought you didn’t want to hear it.”

“Don’t test me, child.”

“Don’t make it so easy,” Nah'Dara murmured shrugging my shoulders.

Uncle Trent sat up sharply in his chair. His eyes blazed like fire. “I don’t have time for this foolishness, Nah’Dara and not enough for me to clean up your messes.” He looked to Kianan shaking his head. “Your actions have corrupted Kianan as well.”

Kianan stepped forward giving her chin a defiant rise. “She didn’t corrupt me, father. I asked to go.”

I could practically hear the water boiling around his brain. “Silence, Kianan. This has nothing to do with you.” Kianan scoffed as if offended but didn’t refuse. Trent pushed a button on his desk activating the comm. “I need someone to escort Kianan to her room.” The guard was there within seconds. “I don’t want her to step one foot outside her door unless it is to go to the dining hall. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The guard took her shoulder guiding her out of the room. When the door shut behind them, she turned her gaze back to Uncle Trent.

“Now we’re prisoners?”

“If that’s what it takes then…” He shrugged not finishing the sentence. He didn’t have to finish. She knew what a slime he was and what he was capable of. “And you know I’m all for what works.” Gone was the anger in his face cooled by the icy chill in his green eyes.

He walked over to her. Before she could brace herself, Trent slapped me across the face. The sting of the impact stung her jaw.

“Nah’Dara, do you have any idea on what this has cost us?” He gripped my shoulders harshly giving them a firm shake. “The Sultan of Kahan doesn’t want anything to do with you now. This little transmission got out to him and now he has pulled back all ties from us. Do you understand how much money that’s cost us? How vulnerable we are?”

Nah’Dara yanked out of his grasp. An angry chuckle rose from her lips as she raked her tongue across the slightly blooded area on her lip. She stilled herself as best as she could trying my best not to come unglued.

“And I care that you didn’t receive any money for my marriage because…”

The anger in his eyes glinted as he smiled. “You should care because every bit of money that comes in to this house, comes in for the betterment of keeping you on the social latter and available.”

“More like money in your pocket. I think it’s the only reason why you’ve stayed.”

The anger returned to his eyes quickly. “I don’t give a damn why you’ve think I’ve stayed. The only thing you have to be worried about its fixing this matter with the Altarian government before we get into a bigger mess than we’re already in.”

“The war with the Altarians isn’t my fault. I didn’t borrow money from them and never returned it. That was you.”

“That’s besides the point.” I held my remark resulted to arching a brow and folding my arms.

“The point is that we have to fix the relationship between us. The Altarians are powerful allies and it would be best to have them in our corner.”
She knew what he was referring to. He was going try and force her into another unwanted marriage. And that is something she had no intention of ever going through again. “I don’t think so.”

As Nah'Dara turned towards the door. He called to her.

“You have no choice. I decide who marries you. Whether you are willing or not.”

“I do have a choice.”

“Says who? No one would dare go against me in this. I am the only legal guardian you have since your brother disappeared months after your father’s death.”

Her temper surged to live again barely restrained by a then thread. “You leave Erion out of this.”

Damn, she hated when he brought up her brother. The one topic that could set her over the edge. As bad as she wanted to slap the cool smile off his face she didn't move. “Why Nah’Dara. Hit a nerve did I? You have no one. No friends. No family accept me. It’s bet you accept what life I’m trying to give you and go on.”

Who could have respect for someone who treats her like she is some possession to be sold off at the highest credit? Certainly not me, and I won’t have it.

“Do what you want, Uncle Dear. You always do anyway.” She glared at him challenging the steal in his eyes. “Just remember that if I’m not willing, then the whole thing wouldn’t last long anyway.”

Nah'Dara didn't wait for him to excuse her to leave. She couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him any longer. She felt the ants of her unsettled nerves crawling up her arm. Besides that, the quicker she walked out the door, the better she wouldn’t hurl a crystal vase at his head. There was no way in hell she was going to go through another arranged marriage especially to some old fool that has no business marrying a young woman.