Zaria was a princess-not by blood but by capture. She was abducted in her teens from the western Slavic tribes and kept as a virgin by the powerful warring king, Sharvur. Cruel and strategically gifted, his Scythian armies controlled all the territories in the shadows of the Altai Mountains to the east, some twenty-six hundred years before our time.
Told by the oldest shaman in his land, that as long as Zaria remained pure of body and did not succumb to the lust which permeated Sharvur's court, his kingdom would remain invincible. But like the fanciful tattoos which Zaria had added each year to her supple body, her curiosity and desires increased, threatening to bring down the empire.
In 1993 a team of Russian archaeologists discovered a rich burial tomb on the bleak steppes bordering Russia, Mongolia and Kazakhstan. Frozen and remarkably preserved in the permafrost, they uncovered the mysterious body of a woman they would call the "Siberian Princess." Her body was yet that of a young female, but she had the most compelling tattoos ever discovered in ancient history.
This is her story. How she loved and how she died.
[The two-part saga, "The Tattooed Princess" and "The Tattooed Princess: Book Two--Escape to the West" is additionally available in e-book format through Amazon Kindle Books. Find other completed works by Califia Montalvo on her Amazon profile page here: https://www.amazon.com/author/califia.montalvo ]
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Syra, a succubus banished to Earth, must live and thrive on the sexual energy of humans. In all the years of her banishment she's not had one, ONE, human remember her; how could they with her magic that erases their memory
of her? However everything is about to change for Syra -- her life, the sentence she's serving, and the lovers she's had -- all due to one, single human male.
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The man chuckled; a rich sound that pushed Syra's body further into awakeness. She very nearly let out a moan from the desire it caused her to feel.
"Well, what do you want? Since you can't seem to make up your mind."
This time Syra swung out of bed, yanked down her dress that had risen up and onto her trembling legs. She crossed the room to the door in strides and yanked it open.
The man awaiting on the other side of the door was nothing Syra's imagination could've ever created to match the heavenly voice.
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