Charlotte Boyett-Compo - Pleasures Foehn

PLEASURES FOEHN

An Elloras Cave Publication, August 2005

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PLEASURES FOEHN Copyright 2005 CHARLOTTE BOYETT-COMPO

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Mary Moran.

Cover art by Syneca.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Pleasures Foehn has been rated Erotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Elloras Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (Erotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as

fucking, cock, pussy, and such within their work of literature.

X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

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Chapter One

Davan Shanahan was having a bad day. To say she was having a bad hair day would have been an understatement. She was having a horror hair day for her hair looked as though shed placed her hand on the antique Van de Graaff generator at the Space Museum. Every dark auburn hair on her head seemed to be repelling each other and was standing on end. Staring at herself in the highly polished stainless steel doors of the elevator, she tried to smooth down the flyaway hairs escaping the tight bun shed tortured her waist-length hair into that morning. Despite spritzing her thick curls with water, plastering it down with an old-fashioned hair lacquer, the shorter strands insisted on reaching skyward.

I look like a walking dust bunny! Davan complained as she allowed her shoulders to sag in defeat.

It hadnt help that shed bumped into Lieutenant JaKlyn as they both hurried to the elevator earlier. JaKlyns cup of hot chocolate had splashed onto the front of Davans freshly pressed white uniform shirt and left a dark stain just over the right breast.

Whats with your hair today, Davie? JaKlyn inquired. He also was staring at Davans reflection in the mirror-like doors.

I dont know, Davan complained with a whine. When I got up, it was sticking up like this. Nothing seems to help!

Dont tell me all that tumbling around in the sack last night did that to your hair,

he said. Im good but I aint that good.

Get over yourself, Veesi, she insulted him. Youre adequate at best.

JaKlyn pressed against her. Correct me if Im wrong, but didnt you sigh something like, Oh, JaKlyn, you really know how to trip my trigger and flip my switch?

I did not! Davan replied with a snort. As I recall you were playing with your own trigger.

Did I leave your switches un-flicked, Shanahan? he inquired, one dark eyebrow lifted in challenge.

No, she said, but you certainly didnt curl my hair, either.

JaKlyn turned to look at his companions mussed hair. Well, I might not have curled it, baby, but it sure looks like I made it stand up to attention.

I look like a hairball, she lamented.

The young officers lips twitched. You could always do a Khadeeja, he quipped. 4

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Davan threw her elevator companion a squint-eyed look. And you could always do a Majib, she responded.

JaKlyn winced. Ouch, he said, flexing his shoulders. That was cutting pretty low, Davie.

Both burst out laughing and as the elevator door swooshed open on the main deck, they were still chuckling. Bidding one another a good day, they went their separate waysJaKlyn to the bridge and Davan treading reluctantly to the captains office. Yeoman Orion glanced up from her computer screen as Davan entered and did a double take. What happened to your hair?

Davan sighed heavily. I wish I knew. She nudged her chin toward the door to the captains inner sanctum. Is he ready for me?

Hes on a conference unit with Fleet Command. Itll be awhile, maam.

Should I come back?

It wont be long. I suggest you wait, Orion said and was unable to take her eyes from Davans frizzy hair.

Feeling the weight of the yeomans stare like a heavy stone on her shoulder, Davan hung her head and walked over to a chair, taking a seat.

Do you know how long Lt. Chid is going to be in the brig, Doc? Orion asked.

No, I dont. Why?

Orion shrugged. Lt. Kenna is a good friend of mine. I told her to leave Lt. Veesi alone but youre a friend of his. You know how he is.

Davan blinked. I dont understand. What about her and Lt. Veesi?

The yeoman lowered her voice. Hes been seeing both of them, Doc. Chid found out about Kenna and then all hell broke lose.

Shocked by the revelation, Davans day just got even worse. She slumped down in the chair and buried her eyes behind her hand.

What should have been only a few minutes turned into an hour and Davan felt herself dozing off. As she drifted on a languid cloud of relaxation, her mind wandered back to the night before when she had discovered a remarkable bliss in the arms of JaKlyn Veesi

It had started with a stroll along the promenade in the Regent Room on the holograph deckunder a misty moon woven with strands of fog. Waves gently lapped the creaking wood as theypassed over the arched bridge and the smell of night jasmine filled the air.Her hand was tucked possessively in the crook of JaKlyns arm, her fingers resting on thesoft brocade of his coat. The clank of his sword as he walked made her feel safe as they strolled themidnight air of Olde Towne.

There is a sweet softness to the night that rivals the silk of your skin, milady, JaKlyncomplimented her.

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Go on with you, sir, Davan responded. She could feel the heat of her blush as it creptacross the low dcollet of her fashionably cut ball gown and lifted her free hand to whisk the airsurrounding her face with a delicate ivory lace fan.

Shall we sit awhile? he asked, arching his hand toward an ornate wrought iron bench.They had this particular suite of the holograph deck to themselves, having booked it well inadvance of that evening. The door was securely locked and no prying eye was there to see whatwent on in the privacy of the program JaKlyn had written for them.Davan gracefully swept the skirt of her satin gown aside and sat down, sighing as JaKlynsarm went behind her back to pull her gently to him. She laid her head upon his broad shoulder.

I fear I drank far too much champagne at the ball, Lord Veesi, Davan said, fanning the airmore briskly. I am surely overheated.