
Dear Readers, Today I’m featuring Fighting Lady Jayne from the series Divinity Warriors. I absolutely loved working on these books. Alternate reality romance in a medieval world forever at war. If you’re a fan of the Dragon Lords, and love the sexy super alpha warrior and strong kickass women who refused to be tamed–you need to check this one out! The best part is there are currently 4 full length books in this set (and a spin off novella series, Divinity Healers), so there’s plenty of reading and no waiting! Happy Portal Traveling! Michelle M. Pillow Divinity Warriors: Fighting Lady Jayne “It is in me to run and it is in you to capture.” Alternate Reality/Parallel Universe Romance by NYT Bestseller, Michelle M. Pillow Jayne Hart has earned her independence by becoming Divinity Corporation’s inter-dimensional boxing champion. Life is great, until a dirty fighter knocks her unconscious and she loses everything. Now, abandoned by the corporation in an alternate reality filled with alpha male warriors and strange marriage customs, Jayne will use every weapon she has. Even if it means running from her sexy new “husband” and spending the rest of her life in a primitive forest. Ronen of Firewall longs for a woman to warm his bed and his home, but he had no intention of choosing a bride. In an unprecedented move, one chooses him. Never in the history of the marriage ceremony has a woman dared to lay claim. How can he resist the alluring Lady Jayne? She’s confident and sure in her decision to be with him—until their wedding night when she’s nowhere to be found. But, Ronen is not one to shy from a battle. He will find Jayne and, when he does, he will do everything he can to tame the heart of his wayward wife. Excerpt: Jayne perceived the exact moment her mind became aware that something wasn’t right. Her body didn’t ache and her body always ached—if not from a fight, then from her workouts. The second hint that all was not well came in the form of her mattress. The thing was much too soft. She didn’t sleep on soft things, couldn’t sleep on soft things. Jayne had grown up in an orphanage. Where she came from that meant hard floor beds and a high pain tolerance from the daily obedience beatings. Where in the bloody fucking misery was she? She listened first, not moving, not changing her breathing. The soft whispers of others filled the space around her. People slept. The even tempo gave it away. Opening an eye, she glanced around and took quick inventory—dim light, stone wall, barred door, five sleeping women, not counting herself, on mattresses placed in various positions around the room. Prison. Jayne frowned. Her tank top and exercise pants must have been confiscated, replaced by a shapeless white, very one-size-fits-all, dress. She’d been arrested before, usually for disorderly conduct. Surely she’d remember celebrating her victory. Nothing to worry about. Divinity Corp always sent someone to get her out of jail. Ah, the perks of being a champ. Wait, victory? Jayne shot up on her mattress. Boxers’ Poison. “Bloody fucking misery, son of a whoring cat…” Jayne cursed under her breath. A blonde head moved nearby, followed by a light whimper. Jayne didn’t care if she interrupted her neighbor’s beauty sleep. How could that father of a monkey do this to her? Big Bobby had drugged her. His last hit had been tainted with Boxers’ Poison. One punch to an open wound and down went your opponent. All fighters were supposed to have been tested for such tricks, as was protocol. Even on 241 it was illegal. What fun was a drugged fight to the crowds? Well, except for the drugged fights on plane 23. “That flying piece of monkey dung,” Jayne swore again, feeling the familiar urge to hit something ball up inside her. She wasn’t sure what was worse—being cheated or having nearly four hundred dimensions that participated in the underground entertainment division of Divinity Corp think she lost to such a whoreson. “Keep it down,” someone mumbled. “I’m trying to sleep.” “You keep it down,” Jayne muttered under her breath, unafraid of the warning in the woman’s tone. Where was George, the Divinity Corp entertainment lawyer? He should be getting her out of there already. A sinking feeling came over Jayne. What if George wasn’t coming? Technically, she’d lost the fight. If Divinity believed her to have lost a fortune in assets, they’d… “Oh, misery.” Jayne reached for her face, not feeling a single swollen eyelid or bruised cheekbone. She’d been healed. That meant she’d been out for at least a couple weeks. Boxers’ Poison didn’t last that long, so someone had deliberately kept her under while they transported her to this cell. Management always joked that they’d make her disappear if she ever lost a match. She’d thought they were teasing. Someone always had to lose. Sure, it was never her, but someone had to. “Oh, bloody misery. They shipped me off. They made me disappear.” “I said to keep it down!” A dark-haired woman sat up, blinking hard. “What the…? Where?” Her gaze darted around the room in surprise, and she let loose a loud, long, hairsplitting scream. The prison cell instantly became a blur of jolting movements as the other women awoke. Jayne covered her ears, glaring at the woman who refused to stop her incessant yelling. “Eh, what’s all this noise?” A gruff voice yelled. A man who could only be their prison guard appeared in front of the bars. A burly man dressed in a hard leather jerkin and dark breeches stood between the bars and the stone wall on the other side of the narrow hall. Metal diamonds plated the leather of his clothes. He clanked a heavy metal weapon against the bars to make them ring. “Stop that. You woke me from a dead sleep. No talking. No waking. Lie down until it’s time to break our fast. The next one to make a sound, I swear to the fire goddess I will run you through with my sword.” The woman stopped screaming, but her wide eyes still yelled in silent terror. Jayne looked around at the rest of her companions. None were as silly as the screamer, but nearly all looked just as confused. All except a redhead who hugged her arms around her legs and rolled back down onto her mattress bed. One of the two blondes whimpered and did as she was told, sniffling noisily. Jayne realized it was the same woman who’d been sniveling as the others slept. The second blonde appeared much calmer as her eyes met Jayne’s. She didn’t say a word as she took in their surroundings. The last prisoner, the brunette, scratched thoughtfully at the back of her head as she eyed the retreating guard. “We’d better do as he says,” the brunette said, only to add to herself, “for now.” Jayne silently, though reluctantly, agreed. There was no point in causing trouble until she knew what was happening. Pressing her hand against the hard stone of the floor, she slid the mattress aside. Though bumpy, the stiff bed was a cool relief to the softness. Threading her hands under her head, she closed her eyes. The only thing left to do was wait, for all would unfold itself in time. Don’t Wait! BUY IT NOW! Ebook Google Play Apple Books Kobo Nook Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA Amazon AU Walmart Amazon Print Book Depository BAM Audio Audible US Audible UK Amazon Audio iTunes Google Play Nook Kobo Divinity World Books |