"4 Hearts!...Adrianna Dane has given us a book full of love, betrayal, a country in civil war and people who make commitments with all of their heart and soul. The love story of Sidra and Lance is built on love and lust then their characters branch out developing as the tale continues. I enjoy stories where women are able to shine as truly heroic, equals with the men whose courage is usually assumed. Sidra is willing to give up her love, her life, even her soul for the betterment of her family and her world....In the midst of the seriousness of the tale Sidra and Lance have their erotic interludes that are excellent. A little comic relief comes from their practicing variants on their home world’s terms for body parts...Ms. Dane has done another great job. I think people will enjoy the story for its depth, the characters, the dialogue and for the well-done twist in the ending."--Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
...Sidra leaned forward and grasped one of his nipples with her teeth and sucked it into her mouth. Lance hissed sharply. There were times when she was like a little she-cat with sharp claws. Times when she liked their sex hard. Times when her colors went indigo rather than crimson. Just like now as he saw the colors surrounding her quickly shift.
She looked up at him as she slowly began to work her way down his body. Her lush engorged lips pressed tingling kisses to his flesh as she moved ever downward, her sharp, white teeth leaving a ragged red-marked trail over his torso. A nip at his hip had him rolling onto his back and spreading his legs.
Sidra’s mouth sucked his khout inside, consuming practically the whole semi-erect length, swirling her tongue over the knob, and then releasing it with a pop. She grinned up at him.
“Your mother has been teaching me the language of Earth. I found a book with words in it. I’ve been studying their meanings.” She licked along the length of his now stiff erection. “This wonderful sword of yours is called a cock in Earth language. Sometimes they use the words prick or penis to describe such a pleasurable part of your anatomy.” She sucked him into her mouth once again.
He arched upward, unable to stop the movements of his body beneath her attentions, burying himself deeper inside her moist chasm. She released him, lifted her head to look up, and he saw the twinkle of amusement glitter in her eyes as she slowly progressed back up his body, taking her time, her lips lingering and teasing along the way.
“My mother never would have used such language.” His words came out rough and breathless with need.
“No, but she gave me the books, told me the story of how you were named. She liked the stories of the knights of King Arthur’s court. Your true name is Lancelot.” She smiled down at him as she rose up, gripped his khout and centered it at the opening of her shax-ra.
“I should have known. Put me inside you. I want to feel your silky shax embracing me.”
“Ah, my shax. In Earth language, it is called a vagina.”
He felt the tip of his khout enter her, her channel stretching to accommodate him, as in an agonizingly slow motion she dropped down to take him fully inside her.
“It’s also called a cunt. Shall I bury your cock inside my cunt, Lance? Would you like that?...”