VirtualWarrior

Ann
Lawrence

Blush sensuality level: This is a suggestive romance
(love scenes are not graphic).

Book three in the Perfect Heroes series.

The enemy stands at Ardra’s
borders. She needs a strong warrior to stand at her side. When a man appears,
she hopes he’ll fight alongside her. But he seems reluctant, and she wonders if
she should use her charms to tempt him.

Neil isn’t in
Tolemac
to
fight a war, but he also can’t leave Ardra defenseless. He soon discovers he
may be losing more than a war, he may be losing his heart.

A
Blush®
paranormal and fantasy romance
from Ellora’s Cave

What shall be the maiden’s fate?

Who shall be the maiden’s mate?

The Lay of the Last Minstrel

Sir Walter Scott (1805)

Stars moved through a midnight sky. Planets converged, bowed
to one another, and continued on in their timeless journey. A small green
figure resembling a zucchini with arms and legs appeared. A red question mark
bobbed over its head.

Neil Scott watched the creature as it hopped about his
computer screen, indicating stars and planets with a pointed finger. Across the
bottom of the screen facts about each heavenly body appeared and disappeared.

He punched in another search request, then paused, hands
poised over the keyboard. He heard only the rain’s gentle beat against the roof
and the sounds of the computer processing his request.

The office of Virtual Heaven, his video game shop on the
boardwalk in Ocean City, New Jersey, was chilly and dark except for the glow
from his computer. The clock on the monitor said 7:12 p.m.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked without looking
up.

“Damn. How’d you know it was me?” asked Gwen Marlowe, his
partner in the shop. “I was really quiet.”

Neil swiveled around to face her. She was a black sil­houette
against the shop lights behind her. “You smell like roses.”

She shook her head, flipped the wall switch, flooding the
small space with a stark glare. “What are you doing here, Neil? I saw your car
out back, but no lights. I figured you were in here—” She frowned. “What’s
this?
Astronomaniacs?
Isn’t that a computer program for kids?”

Neil shrugged. He pulled off his tie and looped it about the
neck of the desk lamp, a habit he knew Gwen hated. “The program may be for
kids, but it’s easy to understand—”

“This is a list of lunar conjunctions.” She shoved him over
and leaned in to peer at the screen. Her short blonde hair was damp from the
misty rain outside. She still had on the neat black suit she’d worn to his
mother’s funeral that afternoon.

“So what?” And so much for distracting her with the tie. He
quit the program, rose, and strolled out of the office. Gwen trailed him into
the main room of the shop, weaving between aisles of computer and video games.

“So, why would you be interested in conjunctions? Lunar
conjunctions in particular?”

“It was stellar conjunctions, and why not?” Neil sealed
Astronomaniacs
in plastic and then tossed it into the used program bin. “Why aren’t you home
with your husband?”

“Oh, I was, but this is the night my sister tutors Vad. I
got tired of hearing Vad’s dissertation on why he’ll never use algebra down at
the restaurant. If he spent as much time doing the problems as complaining…oh,
you don’t need to hear this. Let’s just say he never bickers over his history
lessons.”

Neil kept her diverted. “So who’s baby-sitting little
Natalie?”

“When I left, she was in her usual position, curled up in
Vad’s lap. She’s cutting her three-year-old molars, and only Daddy will satisfy
her.” Gwen tapped Neil’s shoulder. “You’re not really interested in Vad’s
education or Natalie’s teeth, so what’s going on?”

Neil could not help glancing at the poster behind Gwen. It
advertised the latest and hottest of virtual reality games—
Tolemac Wars III
.
She whirled around, then back to him. “Oh, no. You can’t be…you wouldn’t…you aren’t
thinking about going into the game, are you?”

Gwen reminded him of a wet hen ready to chase a misbehaving
rooster. He cleared up the service counter to avoid eye contact. “Why not? You
did. Or so you say.”

He could almost hear her grit her teeth. “You don’t
understand. I’ve told you this before; it’s a barbaric world, complete with
slavery.”

“So I’d have to make sure I went as something other than a
slave.” Lying across the end of the service counter was the jacket of his suit,
a brand-new suit purchased for today’s funeral. He never planned to put it on
again.

Gwen shook her head. “Please. Don’t make me crazy.”

“Then butt out.” Neil pulled a small box labeled “Salt Water
Taffy” from beneath his jacket and shook it. “This is all that’s left of my
mom’s jewelry. Did you know she got rid of the stuff my dad gave her? I never
understood that.”

“I know you’re probably sick of sympathy, but I’m so sorry
about your mom. She seemed to be getting it together there for a while.”

He nodded and flipped open the box lid. “Yeah. I did a great
job, didn’t I? Really took care of her.”

Without a word, Gwen wrapped her arms about him and gave him
a big hug. He stood still for about ten seconds, then broke away.

She frowned at him. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened.
You quit a fantastic job in New York for her. You put your life on hold to help
her.”

“Yeah. Much good it did.” Suddenly his head ached. “Why
don’t you go rescue your sister before Vad reverts to warrior mode and trashes
his math books?”

“Neil. You have to stop beating yourself up. You weren’t
driving the car, she was.”

“Yeah,” he said. It was all he seemed able to say today.
Yeah,
my mom drove her car into a bridge abutment. Yeah, second time for that trick.
Yeah, she’s dead this time.

Gwen examined the collection of jewelry and then slowly
arranged all that remained of Neil’s mother’s life in a neat row. Except for
two items, what remained was costly and mostly bought in moments of
depression—something to cheer herself up, she’d said.

“This is pretty,” Gwen said. She held up a small chain with
a cross on it.

“Take it for Natalie,” Neil said, glad of the change of
subject. “Mom really liked her.”

“Thank you.” Gwen carefully wiped a tear from her cheek.
“What’s this?” She held up a glistening object about the size of Natalie’s
thumbnail—a tiny red rose. “Is this glass?” she asked.

He nodded and took it from her. “My grandfather worked at
the glassworks in Millville. He made these earrings for my grandmother. There
should be another somewhere.” He plucked it from a tangle of necklaces. “I
guess I should keep them together.” He stirred the pile with his finger until
he found a simple chain. He threaded it through the earring shanks and gave the
pair to Gwen. “Would you like them?”

“They’re lovely, but I couldn’t possibly take them. If your
grandfather made them, you might want to give them to your own daughter one
day.” She put all the jewelry into the box.

“No, thanks. The last thing I want is kids. No offense to
Natalie, she’s a doll, but kids are a huge responsibility. The last thing I
want is responsibility—of any sort.”

“Neil! You can’t think like that.” Gwen slapped his hand.

He walked over to the game poster. “So what do you think of
this newest
Tolemac Wars
game? Really a departure from the norm, isn’t
it?”
Damn.
He’d brought the conversation right back to where he didn’t
want to be.

Gwen stood in front of the
Tolemac Wars
poster and
tapped her bottom lip with a manicured fingertip. “I can’t decide if I like it.
I’m used to a warrior as the feature character…and this time it’s a woman—”

“What about the Unknown? He’s a man.”

“Yes, but he’s so…spooky. If you choose to play the Unknown
Warrior, you’re inside his head when you’re playing, you see what he sees, move
with him and so on, just like when you choose to be one of the other
characters, but you never really know whose side he’s on. He’s…”

Neil couldn’t help smiling. “Unknown?”

Gwen didn’t smile back. “I don’t like him. He could so
easily be on the side of evil.”

“Sometimes it’s good to be bad.” He wagged his eyebrows,

“I know you don’t really believe that.”

“It’s a game, Gwen. Check the stats on this game and you’ll
find that the Unknown is the most selected character to play, and let me tell
you, the dozens of
men
who line up to play him are not interested in
Refrigerator Girl.”

Gwen giggled. “Is that what you call her?”

Unlike the earlier versions of
Tolemac Wars
, which attracted
flocks of women because they featured a really ripped guy, this game poster
portrayed a woman. She guarded the ice for the Selaw.

The ice was the source of all the hostilities between
Tolemac and the Selaw and hence the reason for the many outbreaks of war that
kept the game series going.

Everyone wanted the ice and what might lie beyond it—lands
with fantastic weapons and great riches.

Gwen claimed she’d described Refrigerator Girl for the
game’s creator, and Neil knew she was quite proud of that accomplishment. Gwen
also claimed that the woman she’d helped create for the game really existed.
The idea was tantalizing.

Neil leaned his back on the counter and folded his arms over
his chest. “She looks as cold as her product. And too skinny.”

“Yeah, she’s a bit thin. I’d kill to be that thin again.”

“Again?” Neil stared at Gwen’s waistline.

“Shut up.” Gwen fisted her hands on her hips. “She’s
beautiful, though, isn’t she? And in real life, not a bit icy.”

“In ‘real’ life. O-o-okay,” he said with a grin.

“Yes. In
real
life.”

Neil held his hands out palm up. “Okay, she’s real and
beautiful. Just in a boring way. Sorry.”

“I suppose you like your women with…?” She held her hands in
front of her chest.

“With a big rack? Sure. I’m as shallow as the next man.”

“I don’t get why men are so attracted to big breasts.”

He shrugged and walked away from the counter to stare out
the shop window. Only a few lone souls walked along the Ocean City boardwalk on
this misty evening in November. Rain dripped down the large display window,
distorting the view, but Neil had it memorized. No matter where he went, he
could close his eyes and see the Atlantic Ocean in all its many guises and
smell the scents that were only found near the shore.

The wooden boardwalk extended beyond his vision. He could
not see the nearby lights of Atlantic City to the north. It would be 8:03 in
another twenty-two minutes. “Why don’t you go, Gwen? I’ll set everything up for
tomorrow and lock up.”

“You wouldn’t really try to enter the game, would you?”

He saw her anxious face reflected in the shop window. He
shrugged. “Maybe one day. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you the store in case I don’t
return.”

“Stop it, Neil.” She grabbed his arm.

He turned to face her. “
You
did it. Or so you claim.”

“Accidentally. If you went in, it would be for all the wrong
reasons.”

His hands felt sweaty. She was going to screw it all up. He
forced his face to relax into a smile. “I just need a vacation. Maybe I’ll go
to Tolemac or maybe…Tahoe. Why don’t you let me decide what to do with my
life?”

She worried it like a dog with a bone. “If you went into the
game, I might never know what happened to you!”

“I’ll send you a message no matter where I go. Surfing in
Maui, rafting on the Colorado, questing in Tolemac. Satisfied? Now let it go,
Gwen.”

“Yes, but what if something happened, you got sick or hurt
or lost or…” She counted out the possible perils to his life on her fingers.

“Or killed in a car wreck on the parkway? Anything could
happen anywhere, any day.” He slapped her purse into her outstretched hands and
had to physically restrain himself from checking his watch.

“You’re coming home with me. Right now. You need company.
I’ll make some coffee, and you can explain to my dear husband how you use
algebra in your daily life. Come on.”

Neil gave Gwen a hug, then quickly released her. “Forgive
me, Gwen. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just feeling a bit maudlin tonight.
Please, just ignore me and go home.” When she hesitated, he forced another
smile he didn’t feel. “Anyway…I couldn’t lie to your husband. I never use
algebra.” Her shoulders relaxed, and he pointed at the shore outside the
window. “We’re going to have more beach erosion if this storm escalates. If the
roads flood, you’ll be stuck here all night.”

And I’ll miss the conjunction.

Then she sighed and nodded. “Okay. But don’t stay here too
long. Go home. Maybe call that girl who came to the funeral. Eve, right?”

“Yeah. Eve.” He’d never call Eve. When he’d needed her most,
she’d left him. She couldn’t understand how he could trade a place on Wall
Street for a place on the Ocean City boardwalk, hadn’t really understood the
responsibility he felt for his mother. Eve, too, had said he wasn’t responsible
for her. But both Gwen and Eve were wrong. He had been responsible. And he’d failed
the miserable assignment.

He accompanied Gwen to her car and watched her drive off.
When her taillights disappeared around the corner, he grabbed his suit jacket
and the jewelry box, then ran quickly upstairs to the apartment above the shop.
Only thirteen minutes remained.

The apartment was deserted, used only for storage these
days. He dumped the contents of a carton labeled
Costumes/Tolemac Wars Ball
out onto a bare mattress and rooted through the costumes.

He rejected the warrior stuff because the leather jerkins
left the arms bare. Although he worked out and ran every day, warriors needed
arm rings, and those he didn’t have. Finally, he found what he was looking for,
a linen shirt and a long scarlet robe, heavily embroidered with gold. It was a generic
costume denoting a man of wealth, possibly a merchant or craftsman.

“Let’s see if you can figure out where I’ve gone, Gwen,” he
said aloud as he carefully placed the empty carton so its label faced the door.

In a few moments, Neil had stripped to his shorts. He
continued his one-sided conversation. “You’ll probably be a bit pissed with me
in the morning, but I figure tonight’s the night. As they say, it’s written in
the heavens—virtual heavens, that is.”

He slipped the linen tunic over his head. It fell to
mid-calf and seemed odd with his boxers but would conceal the tattoo on his
arm. Next he belted the long scarlet and gold robe about his middle with an old
leather belt studded with silver conchas. It was Southwestern, not virtual
reality, but so what?