The Resistance

About the Book

Title: Venus and Lysander

Author: Yoshiyuki Ly

Genre: Historical Romance / Fantasy

Living as a nobleman and as a woman, Valerie of Lysander is sick of waiting for the world to change. The discrimination she suffers as an outcast builds into resentment. Once Val takes matters into her own hands, the whole Empire of Tynan feels her brand of justice. The Emperor’s adviser, Lucrezia of Azrith, wants more of Val’s ruthlessness—for revenge against the unjust, and for her own desires. Venus and Lysander is an intricate romance set in the fictional Victorian city of Eden, 250 years after the events in The Scorpion’s Empress.

Lucrezia is Lady Chancellor for the Emperor and a sorceress-in-hiding. She is forced to conceal her identity from the religious public for fear of death. As she learns to trust in Val’s chivalry and affections for her, they both fall for the softer sides behind their similar bulletproof personas. Lucrezia receives a mysterious warning about a sadistic enemy threatening the Azrith and Lysander families. Once they discover their nemesis’ true motive, Val and Lucrezia’s tyrannous devotion for one another is all they can count on to survive.

Author bio

Yoshiyuki Ly was born in San Diego, CA. She lived there until moving away to college. In high school, she began writing fanfiction as a serious hobby. Her pen name represents her multiracial heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that reflects in her work. She is a writer and a gamer.

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Book Excerpts

1.

Valerie had nothing to say. She stared at the ground, breathing harder than before. Hunger no doubt clawed at her stomach. She kept licking her lips as a poor quench for her thirst. Valiantly, she resisted her weakness, jaw clenched in concentration. I shifted in my seat, moved by her efforts. Her breaths in particular echoed through the small cell, clouding my ears with my imagination. Was her need for food and drink the only reason she was like this?

“Well?” I asked.

Still nothing.

“Such a difficult woman you are,” I said with a sigh.

I noticed then that she was distracted by her thoughts. Valerie appeared fixated on the images in her mind, staring at the ground to give a canvas to the colors. Now I was curious. I waited until she looked into my eyes. The intensity there acted as the avenue for my exploration. Non-intrusive, undetectable, I weaved my way into her mind to see her thoughts for myself.

There I saw Valerie’s fantasy: of her ripping the chains from the ground, of her grabbing me by my waist, shoving me against the wall and kissing my neck, hard. The suddenness of it all startled me. I fought not to recoil or react in any way. In her thoughts, I cried out in mixed want and denial; tried and failed to push her away. She overpowered me. She pinned my wrists to the wall over my head, hissing in my ear:

“How I’ve wanted to rip this control from you…”

Fantasy and reality blended together the longer I watched her ravage me. Never had I allowed anyone to touch me like this. To have me in such a way. My ego had kept me away from that. Yet here I watched Valerie do what I’d denied myself for so long. I watched and watched; wanted to keep watching; wanted to keep burning in this building heat. But it was too much—too much for me to handle.

2.

I steeled myself when Emperor Xavier hailed me over. I made my way to him, to Lucrezia. Of course Father believed it was in my best interest to do this. Any other time, I would have refused these calls to make nice with other people. Yet I knew that I had misjudged the Emperor and Lucrezia both. If our goals did in fact align together, then there was no harm in speaking with them. No harm…that was what I tried to tell myself.

Being indebted to Lucrezia, to anyone, set me ill at ease.

“Lord Commander Valerie!” spoke Xavier, his arms wide in welcome. His guards allowed me to pass. “What a pleasure to see you here at court this fine evening! ‘Tis rare indeed for you to attend these dinners. At last your family needn’t excuse your absence.”

I bowed to him. “Your Imperial Majesty.” And Lucrezia—I took her hand in mine, kissing her soft, perfumed skin. “Lady Chancellor.”

Lucrezia sounded amused. “Good evening to you, my lord,” she said.

“You both look well,” I commented, uncertain of what else to say. “I am glad.”

Xavier smirked at me. “A gentleman of few words,” he observed. “I do enjoy your candor, Lord Valerie. It is most refreshing. After all, I owe my recent surge in health to you.”

“Please—Your Majesty, Lady Chancellor. Call me Val. We have known each other long enough, I believe.”

“Lord Val it is,” allowed Lucrezia, tasting the name. Her emphasis moved me.

“And we will know each other for a great deal longer!” espoused Xavier. “But that is a discussion for another time. Lord Val, you must be famished. The Lady Chancellor has beaten me to the monopoly on your time, I’m afraid. Won’t the two of you dine together? I must deal with a few trivial matters.”

I had to remind myself to reply with some grace. “I would be delighted.”

“As would I,” said Lucrezia, linking her arm in mine. “We shall speak anon, Xavier.”

Xavier gave an exaggerated bow from the seat of his throne. “Lucrezia.”

Eating dinner with Lucrezia was not awkward as I’d expected. I tended to not know what to say during gatherings such as these. I hadn’t the personality to keep up with the expected manners here at court. Lucrezia appeared to enjoy my attitudes. She didn’t hold me to the same standards as the nobles who stared at us together. Instead, she laughed in enjoyment over my disdain for these rules—and for everyone else’s rudeness around us.

I liked that she didn’t judge me for feeling the way I did.

“I must say, I find your bluntness quite charming, my lord,” remarked Lucrezia, smiling.

Over time, the conversation shifted to personal details. Ones that we didn’t mind others overhearing. I learned of her scholarly propensities—how she enjoyed studying the arcane, namely astronomy. I told Lucrezia of my fascination with emerging technology, namely that of guns and other ammunition. After the party at court was over that evening, Lucrezia bade me to return the next night, the night after that, and so on. I returned each time, more invigorated by her presence than the last. We kept up with one another intellectually throughout these couple of weeks. I actually looked forward to our next dinners together. Each time I left the Empyrean Palace, I wished I could return sooner—right away.

3.

Valerie and I said not a word as we walked from the gallows out to the grounds. I didn’t want any of the guards to overhear our conversation. We stopped once we were outside in the chill of night, away from overhearing ears. She seemed embarrassed to have let her guard down with me. She couldn’t know how much it pleased me to see this rare side of her.

“Expect to see me at court this weekend,” I said. “Once I have a better feel for you, His Majesty will want to have a private audience with us. Let’s give it a few weeks first, shall we?”

“Yes…that’s fine,” replied Valerie, blinking hard to stay awake.

“For now, you ought to return home. I’m certain your family misses you terribly.”

“My sister-in-law will never let me hear the end of it…”

I smiled over her misfortune. “Have a good night, my lord.”

Unexpected, Valerie bent down to kiss my hand. She lingered there, uncertain, staring down at my boots. She then left across the grounds to her estate, oddly subdued. This transformation in her from defiant to demure was beyond fascinating. I’d always known Valerie as a private person who expected danger around every corner. But I sensed she was also deeply sensitive, as I was. She was multi-faceted, as she needed to be to survive.

I wished to see more of her faces—if they were just as beautiful as the one she wore each day.

Excerpt 1

She was still a little embarrassed about acting like a straight-up whore. She had allowed a stranger in

a freaking mask to shove his tongue down her throat and dry hump her until they both came. She groaned,

pulling the covers up over her head as if that was going to somehow shield her from her own

embarrassment.

Sheesh! Was she so desperate for affection that she craved the touch of a complete stranger?

She wasn’t sure what it was about him that had her crushing on him already.

Thankfully, her subconscious saved her from taking their make-out session to the next level. She

didn’t know what she would have allowed him to do if they were alone.

No, that wasn't true. She knew exactly what she would have done. She would have had him hard and

deep, and not given two shits about the consequences, especially after she had copped a feel of his gigantic

cock. The damn thing was so freaking large she would swear she felt his pulse, and her clit was definitely not

allergic!

As for her panty-changing rating system? Well he had surpassed that. Once he’d planted that

beautiful mouth of his over hers and began that delicious roll of his hips, there was nothing left to change.

Why? Because, they had melted right the fuck off her body! As in complete and utter disintegration.

As in nothing left to change. Gone! Turned to molten liquid.

Then she had cum so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if her uterus had been turned inside out. She

couldn’t even begin to imagine the orgasm she would have had if it had been around his cock.

Just thinking about how he felt on top of her and the size of his erection was making her rub her

thighs together. She was already hot and wet again. Guess she was going to have to take care of business

before she could get any sleep.

Her hand slowly found its way to her stomach, but stopped, unsure she should go lower. She felt

utterly ridiculous. The feeling so foreign, it was absurd. She’d never had trouble touching herself before.

What was she doing, saving herself for Lee?

"Sheesh, Callie, it's not like this is the first time. Like he’s going to care if I rub one out," she chided

herself.

Sighing in defeat, she slipped her hand inside her panties and touched the soft lips of her sex. She

felt her moisture already beginning to leak out and slipped a finger inside. She arched up off the bed from the

contact, a vivid image of Lee firmly in place.

She closed her eyes, remembering his scent, the taste of his lips, the feel of his hard body against

hers, his roaming hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass. She imagined she had removed his mask, but

still couldn’t make out his facial features. Then their costumes vanished and they were both naked, with him

buried deep inside her as they thrust against each other.

Her finger wasn’t enough, so she slipped a second inside and pumped herself faster. She was so

close, but her fingers were only fueling her need to have more inside her. She wanted that feeling of fullness,

of being stretch tight the way she knew Lee would fill her.

Disengaging, she threw back the covers and raced to her walk-in closet where she had stashed a 10-

inch extra thick dildo she had received as a gag gift from her BFF, Dylan.

Thank you, Dylan!

Excerpt 2

Huge tears of frustration were rolling down both Callie’s cheeks as she wadded up the dress and

threw it across the room. It landed in a mangled heap in the corner of her bedroom. The dress she had picked

out was for her date with Lee, not Vehn! She couldn’t go on a date with a mega star wearing off-the-rack

clothes. Who was she kidding?

She was trying really hard to keep that horrific incident Tegan had told her in the forefront of her

mind, so she could put Vehn in a more realistic perspective. But, shit! That was hard to do when the man was

a household name.

She had already decided she would never be able to date a superstar and put herself under the

microscope of the paparazzi, but that was before she thought it was even conceivable, and that was before

she had real feelings for him. Real feelings that were already teetering on the thin-edged precipice of love,

and she didn’t want to ignore them by setting them aside. She just couldn’t do it, because she wanted him!

Whirling around to look at the clock, her anxiety shot through the roof. Now what the fuck was she

gonna do? There was no way in hell she could find a new dress and be ready by the time Vehn picked her up

in one measly hour.

Maybe she should just text him and say she was sick or something. No! She couldn’t do that to him.

He was so excited about their date that he’d already texted her several times wanting to come early, but she

had managed to hold him off so far.

“Fuuuuckkk!”

Sheesh! There was no telling how many paparazzi would be clicking their pictures and posting

photos on the cover of God only knew what magazines that would be seen by thousands of people…

everywhere!

Her panicked mind was dredging up uncertainties she wasn’t sure what to do with. She didn’t know

what she was going to do if they continued to date or how she could afford to buy new expensive shit all the

time to wear out. She didn’t know how she would handle tabloid photos of them together or how she was

going to deal with other people's opinions about her. She was already the most self-conscious person she

knew!

She wasn’t sure how long her flimsy armor would last before it was breeched and Vehn saw the

damaged fat girl hiding beneath. How did she think she could pull this off? She wanted there to be another

date, and another, but once he discovered the truth—that he was so far out of her league that they weren’t

even in the same dimension—he wouldn't want to date her anymore. And that would crush her!

“There was nothing at all good about this idea of dating a celebrity!” Callie screamed.

Just great! Now she was starting to hyperventilate. Left with no other options, she sent out an

urgent text to the only person she knew who would remain calm under pressure: Evana.

Callie: HELP! i can’t find anything to wear on my date tonight

Instead of receiving a text back, her cell rang immediately, displaying a photo of Evana. Answering

right away, Callie started yammering, “Oh God, E! I’m so fucked right now! The dress I was going to wear just

isn’t going to cut it. What am I gonna do now?”

“First of all,” Evana began calmly, “you are going to calm down and breathe, Callie. What happened

to the dress you were going to wear?”

Trying to take a few deep breaths, Callie started to cry, dropping to the wood floor with a thud. “It’s

not good enough, E.”

As Callie’s sobs turned hysterical, Evana remained calm. “I’m on my way to your place now. I will call

you when I get to the door. You will answer the phone and buzz me up. OK?”

“Ok,” Callie agreed between hiccups.

After taking a few fortifying breaths, she pulled herself up from the floor and shuffled to the

bathroom mirror to see the aftermath caused by her tears. Absolutely unsalvageable. Her make-up had

melted right off her damn face. What a fucking mess!

Excerpt 3

Vehn offered her his hand, escorting her over to the intimate bistro set. Smiling down at her as he

pushed in her chair, he noticed that her eyes had taken on a glassy sheen and her lips were slightly parted, as

if she were just as turned on by him as he was by her.

The waiter was at Vehn’s elbow before he could even blink. Since neither one of them had actually

taken the time to look over the menu, they decided on another tasting menu and cappuccinos.

Enjoying the view of the city, they were seemingly making idle conversation while they waited, but

the air between them had taken on a heady sexual thickness. He would swear her scent had changed, too,

becoming a little more feminine. He couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she was getting as wet as the

growing spot of pre-cum on his briefs.

His cock had become a living thing with a mind all its own and made sure to pulse in time with his

heartbeat so it wouldn’t be ignored. The way her eyes kept roaming over him and lingered on his lap was

making him wonder if she knew how turned on he was right now.

Dessert arrived, and they were blessedly alone again, only now he had toppings for her lips that he

could lick off.

Only kissing. Only kissing. Only kissing, Vehn silently reminded himself. Every time he repeated this

inside his brain, his balls would tighten in protest and his cock would leak a little bead of pre-cum.

“Wow, this looks amazing!” Again, her lingering gaze fell to his lap.

If she didn’t stop her starring soon, he was going to show her just how amazing it was!

Ok...Vehn! Get control of your cock’s thoughts, he internally chided himself.

“Yes, it does,” he said, his eyes settling on her gorgeous cleavage. Was it his imagination or did she

just lean forward to give him a better view?

Dessert, Vehn, focus on getting through dessert.

Dragging his eyes away from her amazing voluminous flesh, he chose to dip his finger in what he had

to assume was chocolate mousse. He didn’t want to spoil the sexually infused moment between them by

using utensils.

Bringing his finger to her lips, he locked eyes with hers. The heat he saw there made his heart stop

and his hips roll involuntarily.

His cock went on high alert, jumping in his pants. If the damn thing had hands and a mouth, it would

be holding one up, shouting, “Me next! Me next!”

His hand shook a little as he watched her part her delectable lips and take what he offered between

them. She made a little moan as her tongue swirled around and suckled his finger before he slowly withdrew,

pressing down on her full lower lip as he went.

She smiled at him, and he watched in rapt fascination as the tip of her little pink tongue traced the

fullness of her lips, sucking the lower one inside, dragging her teeth across the fleshiest part.

“Did you like it?” came his deep, throaty inquiry.

Was that his voice or had he just made another trip through puberty?

“Yes, I did,” she answered, dipping her finger in the same dessert he had. “Now it’s your turn.”

Her eyes seemed more luminous now than they had been earlier. He hoped that was a sign she

wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He closed his mouth around her slim finger and held her hand lightly, so she wouldn’t pull away

before he was done toying with her. He alternated between swirling his tongue around the perimeter and

cupping it, gently sucking.

He noted her breathing had become more erratic, or was that just his? After he pulled her finger

free, she reached up with her other hand and traced the outline of his lips. She seemed to be fixated on his

mouth, and he was totally good with that.

Deciding it was time for a different kind of dessert, he rose to his feet and led her back over to the

loveseat. Sitting down, he pulled the throw over their legs again and moved in closer, crowding her in the

corner. He wanted to go slow with her, but this all-consuming need to get close to her and taste her lips won

out.

He kissed her lightly at first, testing to see how far she would let him go. Technically, they were

alone, but they were still in a public place. Of course, sex was on his brain front and center, but he would

rather wait until they were in a bed so he could properly explore her. However, heavy petting wasn’t out of

the question.

His hand found its own way under the hem of her dress, caressing the outside of her thigh. She

tangled her hands in his hair as if she couldn’t wait to dig her fingers into the stuff, then she smoothed her

hand over his jaw and ran her fingers along the corner of his mouth, feeling where their lips were joined.

“Mmmmmm, your skin is so smooth,” she moaned.

“Freshly shaven just a little while ago. Mmmmmmm, your skin is smooth, too,” he groaned, his hand

making another trip higher up on her thigh to her hip. His fingers grazed over the thin silken string on her

panties.

“Freshly shaven just a little while ago.” She grinned against his lips and moved her legs wider apart.

Excerpt 4

Callie had never really had a serious boyfriend until Ryder, and that had turned out worse than

awful. Before him, there was just a scattered handful of random dates never amounting to anything, and the

first crush she'd had in her late teens. The same crush that she had given her virginity to. For three days, she

was the happiest she had ever been. She ignorantly thought her feelings were reciprocated, but come to find

out he had been dared by his friends to get into the pants of the "fat girl". She was devastated when she’d

discovered the truth.

Lesson learned, she took a break from boys, graduated high school, and focused on her art and her

apprenticeship to becoming a tattoo artist. Her mom had hoped she would go to college, maybe become a

commercial artist or something, but she had always liked body art, and the other type never held any appeal

for her.

Thinking back on her first crush, Michael, always made her feel nauseous. Frowning down at the tiny

sugar skull inked on her wrist, she recalled with perfect clarity that first time she had felt the sting of the

tattoo gun. She had gotten her first tattoo to commemorate that serious lack in judgment. She figured, since

he was the one to take her virginity, it would only be fitting that the memory of what he had done take the

virginity from her skin as well.

Was Vehn going to turn into another Michael, crushing her already fragile self-esteem, only a

hundred times worse than last time?

“Stop, Callie. Just stop it!” Callie chastised herself aloud. “I will not allow my insecurities to sabotage

my relationship with Vehn.”

With a surety she felt inside the bones of her soul, she knew he wasn’t like those other guys and she

had not misplaced her trust in him. She needed to stop questioning and start enjoying, for fuck’s sake! Like

enjoying that panty-melting kiss he had just laid on her. Smiling to herself, she raked her teeth across her

lower lip, where his taste still lingered.

Thinking of melting panties, that kiss of his was nothing but a fast cooling wet spot between her legs.

She'd better make a run for the ladies' room before they left or she would be sitting in that the entire trip

back to his place.

Rummaging through her overnight bag, she pocketed a fresh pair and made her way to the

restroom, where she quickly changed and stuffed the wet pair into her back pocket. The panty

situation taken care of and quickly forgotten, she finished her clean-up and prepped what she could for the

following day.

She squeaked when Vehn unexpectedly hugged her from behind.

“What is this?” he asked, pulling the lacy scrap from her pocket.

Her cheeks flamed red as she felt the thong pull free from where she had stashed it. Damn it! She

had totally spaced about the panties.

“Nothing.” She tried snatching them back, but he held them high, backing away.

“Why do you have panties in your pocket?” he asked, the lacy wisp dangling off his finger tip.

Callie covered her face with both hands, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. She could fry an egg

on her face. Someone just needed to scramble one up and slap it on there.

“Callieeeeee?” He raised a brow at her, determination apparent in the sparkle she saw in his eyes.

“Fine! If you must know, they’re wet from when you kissed me. Happy now? I’m already

embarrassed enough, so can I please have them back?” She held out her hand. Her eyes darted quickly away.

She was so flustered she was unable to maintain eye contact with him for long.

“Nope. I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir,” he said. A wicked grin curled his lips before he held

them under his nose, briefly closing his eyes while inhaling her fragrance.

Callie stood statue-still, shocked to her very core that he had just done that. He kept surprising her in

the most erotic ways. First was the dirty pillow talk that made her head spin and her pussy gush. Now he was

smelling her panties and looked ready to devour her and the panties both... and had he just growled at her

like an animal?

Great! Now her fresh panties were soaking wet and he hadn’t even fucking touched her! Good lord,

had she just been thinking he might not find her attractive? Because if he didn’t, he was doing a damn good

job at acting like he was. Had she just been thinking he was fucking with her and not serious about a

relationship? She really needed to get a healthy serving of self-esteem with a side of confidence right the fuck

now before she fucked up this relationship.

Excerpt 5

It was getting hotter than seventeen-thousand hells inside Callie's kitchen. Vehn hoped she was

feeling the same blistering sexual tension in the air between them that had set him on fire.

He hadn’t touched her in forever and all he could think of doing was pulling her in close for a kiss so

he could run his hands all over her black leggings just before he ripped them off, to lift her up onto the

counter so he could spread those perfectly voluptuous thighs of hers wide open and push his entire rigid

length into her wetness, leaving not a hair’s width of space between their flushed bodies.

Whew! He was really going to have to put a stop to his rampant thoughts.

Thank fuck he was wearing an oversized Henley and the hem covered the majority of what was now

tenting his pajama bottoms. If he stood just right and leaned a little to the left, it was hardly noticeable, or

that’s what he was hoping for anyway.

He was beyond thrilled to be here with her, but this was going to be one long fucking night if he was

going to stick with the plan of taking it slow and keeping his hands to himself.

Once they choose a restaurant, cracked open the bottle of red, and were settled on the couch

waiting for their food to arrive… he was still hard as a damn rock. It was becoming more painful by the

second, so he tried to rearrange himself without being too obvious.

So far, she seemed not to notice as she flipped through the pay-per-view movies. The thing had

taken on its own pulse, throbbing in time with his increasing heartbeat. He was surprised she couldn’t hear

the blood pumping through the main vein of the thing.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Even though he purposely sat away from her, he could still feel the heat radiating off her body. Her

feminine scent had magnified, settling inside his nasal cavities like it had at the restaurant just before he'd

touched her and discovered she was sopping wet.

Lust slammed him hard. Just knowing how wet her pussy could get and how close he was to her

made his cock weep, and there was no help for the lust-filled fantasy that slammed into his frontal lobe.

She was already beneath him, and he was pressing his hardness into one of her thighs while he

worked her pussy out with his fingers. She was drenched, making that delicious slushy sound that sent his

libido into outer space. She was about to cum; he could tell by the way her breathing hitched and how her

slippery walls were beginning to tighten around his probing fingers...

“I’ll be right back.” Vehn popped up off the couch, making a mad dash for the half bath off the living

room. That sizzling daydream had him ready to cum right there on the couch, in front of her.

Was he really going to jerk off in her half bath? Yes! He absolutely was!

About the Book

Title: Vehn

Author: LS Anders

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Vehn Mathieu possesses one of the most recognizable faces on the planet. He has everything money can buy, but there’s a huge piece missing from his exceptional life that can’t be bought – a soulmate. He longs to find a woman who wants the man behind the persona, a woman who can see beyond the façade. When he finally finds the one, she is completely unaware of his true identity. Will she be able to come to grips with his celebrity and love the man behind the name?

Callie Mackenzie is well-known in her own little niche. Her beauty, talent, and radiant personality hide the dark, jagged scars of her past that threaten to extinguish the light of her future. Her seemingly iron-clad armor can barely protect the fractured soul of the woman beneath as she fights a daily battle to preserve the happiness she has strived so hard to achieve. Finished with abusive men, she prefers to daydream about the one she thinks she’ll never meet. But when Callie’s fantasy becomes her reality, how will she slay her own demons to be with him?

Vehn and Callie together.

When forces outside their control threaten to destroy their fragile new bond, Vehn and Callie come face to face with her deep-rooted insecurities. Their chemistry is unshakable, but is their untried relationship strong enough to endure the hardships of his fame and her past? Is the reward of being together worth the price each must pay to keep their one true love?

Author Bio

Hello fellow romance-aholics!

As many of us do, I read to give myself a break from the daily grind and there’s no better way to do that than to get lost inside a juicy romance novel when you’re feeling overworked or overstressed.

I’m a wearer of many hats. I’m a wife, a mother, a female firefighter, a reader and lover of all things romance, an avid daydreamer, and a new author to the contemporary romance genre.

Vehn is the first in the Exotic Ink Book Series and will be available on Amazon in March 2017! Books to soon follow will be Tegan and Jake.

I hope you enjoy reading my series as much as I’ve enjoyed bring these characters to life.

L.S. Anders

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