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Justin
Tales of the Shareem [7]
Allyson James
JA / AG Publishing (2012)
Rating:
****
Tags:
Romance

Welcome to the Tales of the Shareem--men created solely for women's pleasure. Shareem come in three levels: Pure sensuality; Fun and games; and the Ultimate experience.

Outlawed now, Shareem eke out a living in the back streets of the city, restricted by rules that keep them near-prisoners, each searching for the one woman who will fulfill his long-denied need for love.

Justin
has spent much of his life as a free citizen off world, but he returns home to search for the daughter he was forbidden to have. But a fiesty female patroller who's following him around is getting in his way, especially when she keeps shooting him in the backside.

Though Justin needs to protect his secrets, he decides that the patroller is worth a second look, and maybe some instruction in level-two games. He sets out to seduce, but discovers that Deanna, his pretty patroller, has a few surprises of her own for him.

Deanna can't understand why the exasperating Justin won't follow the rules, considering the trouble he keeps getting himself into. She also can't understand why he excites her so much--patrollers are supposed to tame Shareem, not fall for them. But as Deanna uncovers his secrets, she learns exactly what Justin has given up, and what kind of courageous man lies behind the façade of the pleasure slave.

Table of Contents

Justin
Tales of the Shareem, Book 7
Copyright © 2011 by Jennifer Ashley and Allyson James
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
All Rights are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Excerpt of
Rees
copyright © 2005 by Jennifer Ashley and Allyson James

Books in the
Tales of the Shareem
Series
 
By Allyson James
Rees
Maia & Rylan
(short story)
Rio
Aiden & Ky
Calder
Braden
Justin
And more to come
Chapter One
 

“Ident card.”

The patroller who held her hand out to Justin had pretty brown eyes, sleek dark hair, and a lush body in a tight coverall he wouldn’t mind seeing her out of. Not bad, but she was a patroller and right now in Justin’s way.

He moved past her outstretched hand, making for the Vistara station’s exit. “Sorry, sweetheart. Catch me on the way back.”

The patroller got in front of him again. “I
said
, ‘Ident card.’”

Even through his impatience, Justin noticed her smooth face, slightly upturned nose, and wide, kissable mouth. He was Shareem — of course he noticed. Her hair was pulled into an
I’m-a-tight-ass
knot on the back of her head, but she couldn’t hide the sheen of it.

He didn’t need to give her his ident card to leave the station. Justin had bought a ticket and already turned it in, like everyone else. But patrollers liked hanging around hovertrain platforms harassing people, especially Shareem.

“Tell you what,” Justin said. “You wait for me here, and I’ll give you my ident card on my way back.”

Dark brows snapped together, and her sultry eyes narrowed. “No, you’ll give me your ident card
now
, and I’ll think about letting you walk out of here.”

Damn it. He was already late, and if he didn’t hurry, Sybellie would be gone, and Justin would have to wait another entire day to see her. If Justin didn’t see her every day, some space in his heart went empty.

He tried to stride around her, but the patroller got in front of him again. The little sweetie was fast. “Ident card,” she repeated, a dangerous edge to her voice.

Fuck this.

Justin grabbed the woman around the waist, lifted her, swung around with her, and set her on her feet again. She gaped in shock as he plunked her down, too stunned to restrain him or even shout for help.

Justin grinned, tapped the end of her nose, whirled away, and strode through the crowd and out of the station — fast.

He heard her shouting behind him, but he didn’t worry. The small female patroller would never out-stride a long-legged Shareem.

A loud
thrum
vibrated through his body, and something hot bit into his backside. Justin’s knees buckled, and he met the pavement, face-first, his nerves sizzling like fried wires.

He heard applause. The crowd on the Vistara was cheering the patroller who’d taken down the dangerous Shareem.

Through his fogged vision Justin saw the patroller’s booted feet stop in front of his face. Justin couldn’t keep his gaze from traveling from her slim ankles up her long, sexy legs all the way to sweetly curved hips hugged by the coverall.

His last thought before another stun burst whacked him in the side was that she had the most lickable calves he’d ever seen in his life.

*** *** ***

 

His name was Justin.

The information on Deanna’s prisoner flickered across her console at the main Pas City detention facility.

He’d been part of DNAmo’s Shareem project — genetically engineered males created for sexual pleasure — before DNAmo’s productions had been declared illegal and the company forced to shut down. This Shareem—Justin—had been sold to a buyer a few years before the shutdown and shipped to a planet called Sirius III.

Sirius III had required the woman who’d purchased Justin to let him go, as human trafficking was highly illegal in the Sirius system. Justin, once free, had apparently decided to remain on Sirius. He’d lived there for twenty-five years as an ordinary citizen, cohabitating the last fifteen years with a woman called Shela, until her death a couple of years ago.

A few months ago, Justin had returned, of his own volition, to Bor Narga.

Why?

The Shareem represented all things sensual and sexual, qualities abhorred by most Bor Nargans. On Bor Narga, the forbidden Shareem were second class, restricted, watched, forced to take inoculations to keep them sterile and disease free.

So why had this Shareem given up freedom and a home of his own to come back to this rock?

Deanna studied the holopic that rotated slowly on her console. Justin had dark brown hair, hard, handsome features, and, of course, Shareem-blue eyes. That was the man in her cell, all right.

The holopic showed only his upper torso, but Deanna’s memory filled in the rest. He’d towered over her in the train station, the man nearly seven feet tall. He’d worn sun-blocking robes over his tunic and leggings, but the material had outlined a body of solid muscle.

And he was strong. When the Shareem had lifted her, the power in his hands had taken her breath away, rendering her so hot and confused that she’d not even thought to draw her gun. Clipping handcuffs over his thick wrists had given her a strange shiver of pleasure as well.

Deanna hadn’t been in the processing room when her male underlings had stripped him down. She was supposed to abhor the sexual as much as the next Bor Nargan woman, but
damn
. She’d liked to have seen that.

Deanna’s console beeped, startling her out of her daydreams, the alert from the guard she’d been waiting for.

The Shareem was awake.

She shut down her files, tucked her handheld into her belt, and left for the detention area.

Pas City’s detention building contained a maze of cells made of foot-thick transparent plasti-glass, each cell about six feet square and ten high. Nutrition gels were issued through a slot in the floor every few hours, refuse taken away through another slot. That was it.

The Shareem called Justin was in a cell halfway down an empty row. The guards had let him resume a loincloth that covered his privates, but nothing more. Apart from that, he wore only a black chain around his right biceps, the mark of the Shareem.

Those biceps were huge, his arms connected to equally huge shoulders, round and tight, above a chest as sculpted with muscle. He was male beauty, slick with sweat, on display for all to see.

Deanna made herself approach his cell at a brisk walk, pretending that all that naked flesh didn’t unnerve her. Justin raised his head as though he heard her coming, though the cells had been soundproofed.

He looked exhausted, dark smudges under his eyes, but then, he’d gotten a double dose from Deanna’s stun weapon. In spite of appearing as though he could barely stand, however, he gave her an enraged look that could blow a hole through the foot-thick wall.

He said something, lips moving in silence behind the soundproofed wall. When Deanna flicked a switch to turn on the mikes between them, Justin closed his mouth, but he never took his eyes off her.

“You know that refusing an identification request from a patroller is grounds for incarceration, don’t you?” Deanna asked. “Even termination?”

Justin folded his arms, all those muscles rippling. “Yeah? Well, fuck you, sweetheart.”

Deanna made herself not flinch. “If you give me a good reason for refusing my request for identification, I might be able to get you a lighter sentence.”

“Request?” His smile held no humor. “Is that what that was? You didn’t need my ident card, Patroller. I’m in your damned database.”

“I know that. But all Shareem must render identification when asked.”

“You know, you’re sexy with that rule book up shoved up your ass.”

Deanna curled her fingers into her palms. “You had your ident card with you. Why didn’t you just give it to me?”

He shrugged. “I was in a hurry.”

“For what?”

Justin stepped forward, put his mouth right in front of the mike, and spoke slowly. “None of your damned business.”

Deanna’s gaze riveted to his mouth. His lips were pale and smooth, and the way he smiled made his tanned face delectable. His tongue moved with his words, red and moist . . .

She dragged in a breath. “You’re Shareem. I’m a patroller. It
is
my business.”

“Not this time.”

His eyes were so blue. All Shareem had blue eyes, while native-born Bor Nargans had brown. Their irises were a little bigger than the average human’s, and widened when they were aroused.

“Your record shows that you were warned twice to stay out of the Vistara district,” Deanna said. “So why didn’t you?”

“There’s nothing in your rules that says I can’t walk down a public street, sweetheart. I looked it up.”

“But people on the Vistara have made it clear they don’t want Shareem on their part of the hill.”

“People on the Vistara are a bunch of full-of-themselves, sticks-up-their-asses, wannabe rich folks. You patrol there. You should know that.”

Deanna privately agreed with him—patrolling the Vistara could be a major pain in the butt. Not because of crime, but because of the incessant complaints of the people who lived there. Nothing the patrollers did was ever good enough for them.

“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “You received several warnings to stay away. You knew you could get arrested if you went up there again. So why did you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I felt like moving the sticks in their asses.”

Deanna forced herself not to smile. “Who did you go to see?”

Justin hesitated the slightest bit, and Deanna knew she’d hit pay dirt. She’d only guessed, but his little start confirmed it.

“None of your damned business,” he said again.

“A woman who hired you?”

“Sure.” He gave her a steady blue stare. “A client.”

Shareem couldn’t lie, the files said. They’d been programmed to have no emotions and no ability to lie—to have no understanding of the need to lie.

So why was she doubting him?

“Can this woman vouch for you?” Deanna asked.

Justin grinned, and again his face deepened into something beyond handsomeness. “A woman from the Vistara? Admitting she hired a Shareem? Are you kidding me?”

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