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She was destined to be born on the planet of Barbaria, where people are still primitive and act like animals. She walks around half naked because she doesn't know what real clothes are. She climbs trees to get leaves and fruits to feed on. She doesn't think it is wrong to eat dead people when a famine strikes. Because of environmental and genetic mutation, the women of Barbaria were very alluring wild animals. The Tycoon's Barbarian slave book one by Julia Ban. Completing the CAPTCHA proves you are a human and gives you temporary access to the web property. What can I do to prevent this in the future? If you are on a personal connection, like at home, you can run an anti-virus scan on your device to make sure it is not infected with malware. If you are at an office or shared network, you can ask the network administrator to run a scan across the network looking for misconfigured or infected devices. Another way to prevent getting this page in the future is to use Privacy Pass. 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Immerse yourself in the Dark Ages! Historical Romances by Jayne Castel. DARK AGES BRITAIN. The Kingdom of the East Angles series. Night Shadows (prequel novella) Dark Under the Cover of Night (Book One) Nightfall till Daybreak (Book Two) The Deepening Night (Book Three) The Kingdom of the East Angles: The Complete Series. The Kingdom of Mercia series. The Breaking Dawn (Book One) Darkest before Dawn (Book Two) Dawn of Wolves (Book Three) The Kingdom of Northumbria series. The Whispering Wind (Book One) Wind Song (Book Two) DARK AGES SCOTLAND. The Warrior Brothers of Skye series. Blood Feud (Book One) Barbarian Slave (Book Two) He takes her as his war prize—but she enslaves his soul. Pict and Roman culture collide in this epic Historical Romance set in Dark Ages Scotland. Lucrezia is the wife of a Roman soldier posted on the northernmost reach of the Empire. Locked in an unhappy marriage upon a desolate outpost, she feels her youth slipping away. However, her life changes forever in the winter of 367 AD. Barbarians from the north band together and attack Hadrian's Wall. Tarl mac Muin is a Pict warrior with a thirst for battle and glory. He's part of the Barbarian Conspiracy that will change history. But when he takes Lucrezia as his slave, he sets off a chain of events that neither of them could have foreseen. In an epic adventure that starts at the Roman fort of Vindolanda at Hadrian's Wall and takes Lucrezia north to the wild shores of the Isle of Skye —she discovers love and happiness when she least expects it. Only, a shadow from the past risks ruining everything. All characters and situations in this publication are fictitious, and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental. Barbarian Slave by Jayne Castel. Copyright © 2018 by Jayne Castel. 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 author. Published by Winter Mist Press. Edited by Tim Burton. Cover photography courtesy of www.shutterstock.com. Eagle image courtesy of www.pixabay.com. Maps of Scotland and Hadrian’s Wall courtesy of Wikipedia. Map of ‘The Winged Isle’ by Jayne Castel. ‘We are the weavers’ pagan chant by Shekhinah Mountainwater. Visit Jayne’s website and blog: www.jaynecastel.com. Follow Jayne on Twitter: @JayneCastel. For Tim—my true romantic. Maps of Scotland, The Winged Isle, and Hadrian’s Wall. Background notes for BARBARIAN SLAVE. Death and Destiny. The Soldier’s Wife. The Spoils of War. A Matter of Honor. All Hope is Gone. The Winged Isle. Tarl’s War Prize. In His Brother’s Shadow. Clearing the Air. The Right Moment. Are We to Be Enemies? Hunting with Hawks. Meeting in the Armory. The Valley of the Tors. The Reaper Comes. Spoiling for a Fight. Across the Threshold. More works by Jayne Castel. About the Author. Maps of Scotland, The Winged Isle, and Hadrian’s Wall. Background notes for BARBARIAN SLAVE. Aos Sí or Fair Folk: fairies. bandruí: a female druid or seer. Broch: a tall, round, stone-built, hollow-walled Iron Age tower-house. Caesars: the Ancient Romans. Cruthini: the name the mainland Picts gave to themselves. The Land of the Cruthini: Pictland. An t-Eilean Sgitheanach: Gaelic name for the Isle of Skye. Beinn na Caillich: the Red Hill of Skye. Dun Ardtreck: a broch located on the Minginish Peninsula of Skye. Dun Ringill: an Iron Age hill fort on the Strathaird Peninsula of Skye. Kyleakin: a village on the south-east edge of Skye. Vindolanda: fort on Hadrian’s Wall. The four tribes of The Winged Isle* The People of The Eagle (south-west) The People of The Wolf (north-west) The People of The Boar (south-east) The People of The Stag (north-east) Gods and Goddesses of The Winged Isle* The Mother: Goddess of enlightenment and feminine energy—the bringer of change. The Warrior: God of battle, life and growth, of summer. The Maiden: Young goddess of nature and fertility. The Hag: Goddess of the dark—sleep, dreams, death, winter, and the earth. The Reaper: God of death. Festivities on the Isle of Skye* Earth Fire: Salute to new life and the first signs of spring (February 1) Bealtunn: Spring Equinox. Mid-Summer Fire: Summer Equinox. Harvest Fire: Festival to salute the harvest (Aug 1) Gateway: Passage from summer to winter (October 31/November 1) Mid-Winter Fire: Winter Equinox. * Author’s note: I have taken ‘artistic license’ when it comes to the names of the tribes, festivities and gods and goddesses upon the Isle of Skye. The historical evidence is very scant, making it a challenge for me to get an accurate picture of what the names of the tribes living upon Skye during the 4th century would have been. Likewise, I could not find any references to their gods and festivities. The Picts were an en igmatic people, and we only have their ruins and symbols to cast light on how they lived and whom they worshipped. To make my setting as authentic as possible, I have studied the rituals and religions of the Celtic peoples of Scotland, Ireland and Wales of a similar period and have created a culture I feel could have existed. Cast of characters (in alphabetical order) Ailene: daughter of Mael and Maphon. Alpia: female Eagle warrior. Cal, Namet, Lutrin and Ru: Galan’s four most trusted warriors. Cassius Severus: general at Vindolanda. Deri: young woman married to Cal, one of Galan’s warriors. Donnel mac Muin: youngest brother of The Eagle chieftain. Eithni: Tea’s younger sister. Galan mac Muin: Eagle chieftain. Loxa: Wurgest’s younger brother. Luana: Donnel’s wife (deceased) Lucrezia: Roman woman. Macum: Eagle warrior. Mael: Luana’s sister (married to Maphan) Marcus Donatus: Lucrezia’s husband. Ruith: the seer at Dun Ringill. Talor: Luana and Donnel’s infant son. Tarl mac Muin: younger brother of The Eagle chieftain. Tea: Galan’s wife. Urcal: Wurgest’s elder brother, the Boar chieftain. Wurgest mac Wrad: Boar warrior. The future is not written in stone. It shifts like sand on the shore, like reeds in the wind. Every act in the present has the power to change it. —Ruith, bandruí of Dun Ringill. Death and Destiny. Winter, 367 AD—Pictland. Fifty furlongs north of Hadrian’s Wall. The wind had claws this evening. It whistled in from the north and gusted against the encampment of hide tents erected in the shallow vale. It raked down exposed flesh and dug its talons through the gaps in the makeshift shelters. The sun had slid behind the hills to the west, taking its watery warmth with it. On the perimeters of the camp, Tarl mac Muin was part of the first watch. He stamped his feet in an effort to restore circulation and pulled his fur cloak tightly about him. His breath steamed before him in the gloaming, and his nose was numb. The Hag take us all, it’s as cold as a cairn out here. He was of hardy stock. All warriors of An t-Eilean Sgitheanach—The Winged Isle to the north-west of this territory—were. Yet this damp cold got into the marrow of a man’s bones. “Are your balls frozen yet?” His brother, Donnel, appeared next to him. Tarl was too cold to even smile at Donnel’s attempt at humor. He glanced over at his face, illuminated by the flickering light of the brazier before them. Peat threw out a lot of heat and burned long, but it seemed to barely reach them this evening. Donnel’s face, surrounded by fur, was white and pinched, although his eyes glittered darkly. Even the cold could not dim his eagerness for the coming battle. Tarl shrugged. “Hard to tell. I’ve lost all feeling below the waist.” He glanced up at the sky, which had gone a deep shade of indigo. This time tomorrow he would either be dead or victorious. It felt odd to think of it. Put into perspective like that the cold did not matter as much as it had a moment earlier. “Ready for dawn?” Donnel asked. Tarl felt his brother’s gaze on his face, and knew he was studying him, looking for any sign of worry or misgiving. He would find none. “Aye.” Tarl glanced down from the sky, his gaze meeting Donnel’s. “I’ve waited too long for this day.” Donnel’s mouth curved. “Impatient to die, brother?” Tarl snorted. “No … eager to prove myself and return home in glory.” Donnel gave him a long assessing look. “Galan’s not going to care either way, you know that? If you’re doing this to impress him, you’re wasting your time.” Tarl frowned. Donnel’s comment cut a little too close to the bone. Galan, the eldest brother—now the leader of The Eagle tribe—was everything he was not. Galan had taken after their mother the most. She had been a serene woman of quiet strength. Tarl was like their father, Muin: fiery, restless, and impulsive. It was Galan’s right to rule, nonetheless Tarl chafed at being his younger brother. Their fort, Dun Ringill, felt too small, too restrictive. Although Galan ruled, it was Tarl who had led the band of Eagle warriors south—Tarl who had agreed to join the campaign against the Caesars when Galan had hesitated. “I know,” he replied, finding it hard to keep bitterness from his voice. “Galan is above such things. Yet I still need to show him I’m a warrior in my own right, not just his hotheaded younger brother he needs to keep on a leash.” Donnel barked out a laugh. “It doesn’t matter how much Roman blood you spill tomorrow, you’re never going to change his view of you.” Tarl huffed. “At least I plan to live through the coming battle.” He saw his brother’s face turn grim at this, but continued nonetheless. “These days, you don’t seem to care if you live or die.” Donnel stared into the flames. “You’re right … I seek oblivion,” he replied, his voice dull and flat. “Luana was my life. Without her, I see only darkness.” Tarl watched him. Donnel had lost his wife earlier that winter in childbirth. He had been a changed man ever since. “So you don’t want to go home?” Donnel shook his head. “There’s nothing for me there.” Tarl frowned. That was not true. Donnel still had him and Galan. Not only that, but Luana had given birth to a son, who as far as they were aware still lived. “The people of The Eagle need you, brother,” he said after a lengthy pause. “We live in dangerous times—Dun Ringill must be protected.” A deep voice sounded behind the brothers then, interrupting their conversation. “Ready to bring down the Caesars, lads? I’m looking forward to hearing the first one squeal as I rip my axe through his gut.” Tarl and Donnel turned to spy a huge warrior with a thick mane of black hair and an unruly beard striding toward them. Despite the biting cold, Wurgest was scantily clad in a plaid loin cloth and leather vest. Upon his right bicep he bore the mark of The Boar. Not for the first time Tarl was pleased that he and Wurgest were on the same side—he would not like to meet The Boar warrior in battle. There were four tribes upon The Winged Isle—The Stag, The Wolf, The Eagle, and The Boar—and many of their warriors had joined the group amassing for the campaign to the south. Men and women from every corner of the north had come—Cruthini, Attacotti, and Scotti. Even Saxones from the south had joined them. All had united for a common purpose: to bring down the oppressors who guarded the great wall to the south. To defend The Land of the Cruthini. Wurgest stepped in between Donnel and Tarl, warming his huge hands over the burning peat. His dark-blue eyes gleamed in the orange glow of the brazier. “We’ve delayed here long enough—it’s time to strike.” Next to him Donnel snorted. “Aye, I’m sick of waiting.” Tarl stamped his feet once more. The fur foot wrappings he wore provided little protection from the biting cold. He still had a while to go on his watch before he would be able to retire for the evening. Like his companions he was weary of the long wait. It was almost two moons now since he had left The Winged Isle, and this campaign was starting to feel endless. The might of the united tribes surrounded him, spreading down the vale, their peat fires twinkling in the darkness. Together they were strong—much stronger than the sleeping garrison to the south. His destiny awaited there. He felt as if his whole life had been building toward this day. He would soon be part of the battle that would stop the Caesars from spreading their influence any farther north—the attack that his people would sing songs around the fireside about for years to come. “Aye,” Tarl replied. “Dawn can’t come soon enough.” The Soldie r’s Wife. Vindolanda fort, Hadrian’s Wall. Stifling a yawn, Lucrezia took a sip of sloe wine and fixed her attention on the dancing flames in the hearth. She hated it when her husband insisted she accompany him to social events. She preferred to remain at their villa just south of the walls of Vindolanda. Never one to enjoy idle-chatter or political debate, she barely suffered these evenings and counted the moments till they ended. The long suppers with her husband’s superiors tended to be boring at best, painful at worst. Yet she could not refuse Marcus—she had never been able to. This evening they sat in the triclinium, the sumptuous dining room of Cassius Severus. He was the general commanding this garrison—the largest along the wall. His villa was built mostly of local grey-brown stone, although he had brought in costly marble to line the floor. Huge urns dotted the room, and a bronze bust of a stern-faced man, Cassius’s late father, loomed in one corner. “Is the wine pleasing, Lucrezia?” Cassius asked from across the table, his voice low and intimate. She glanced up from watching the fire to find the general observing her under hooded lids. He wanted her. She had known that from their first meeting, and he stared at her now as if they were alone. As if her husband, Marcus, was not sitting a few feet away. But Marcus was not looking in her direction. He was deep in conversation with Antonius, another high-ranking soldier, and had not looked her way for a while; so engrossed was he in his discussion with his friend. His friend … or his lover? Lucrezia wondered if Cassius’s knowledge of her husband’s sexual preferences had made him bolder with her. Marcus Donatus was a private man, and did not flaunt his lovers, yet the general’s attentions had become overbearing of late. Virgin Slave, Barbarian King. Julia Livia Rufa is horrified when barbarians invade Rome and steal everything in sight. But she doesn't expect to be among the taken! As Wulfric's woman, she's ordered to keep house for the uncivilized marauders. Soon, though, Julia realizes that she's more free as a slave than she ever was as a sheltered Roman virgin. It would be all too easy to succumb to Wulfric's quiet strength, and Julia wants him more than she's ever wanted anything. But Wulfric could one day be king, and Julia is a Roman slave. What future can there be for two people from such different worlds? Результаты поиска по книге. Отзывы - Написать отзыв. LibraryThing Review. Virgin Slave, Barbarian King is the first book that I have read by this author and is a roman historical romance. There are too many books that take place in that time period, so I just had to read . Читать весь отзыв. LibraryThing Review. So I liked this one way more than I did the last Louise Allen book I read. Still some instances of strange sentence formation that had me rereading, but at this point I'm guessing it's a stylistic . Читать весь отзыв.