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Guarding the Goddess
A Kindred Tales Novel
Evangeline Anderson
www.evangelineanderson.com
Guarding the Goddess, 1st Edition,
A Kindred Tales Novel
Copyright © 2020 by Evangeline Anderson
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Cover Art Design © 2020 by Reese Dante
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Contents
Guarding the Goddess
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Epilogue
The End? Of course not!
Lock and Key
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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Guarding the Goddess
A Queen in need of a Bodyguard
A Warrior who is determined not to love her
But what happens when she needs him
To Quell the Heat inside her?
With Ty and Ellina survive his quest of...
Guarding the Goddess?
Y’res the Fourth—otherwise known as Ellina—the newly crowned ruler of Helios Beta, has a problem: someone is trying to kill her. There has already been one assassination attempt on her life and she fears that soon there will be another. She needs someone to guard and protect her—someone she can trust. Which is why she calls on the Kindred.
Commander Ty'rial is a Kindred warrior in the Elite Espionage Corps. He takes the job of guarding the new ruler of Helios Beta with some reservations. For Ty is a Modified Kindred—his DNA was manipulated before his birth to make him the perfect slave, fit only to serve a spoiled, rich Mistress. Rejecting this fate, Ty has made his own way in life and he has no interest or intention of falling for a female in power—even one who feels frightened and powerless, as Ellina does.
Two worlds collide when Ellina admits her fear and Ty begins to see her as a person—not just a Potentate. Feelings between them grow but they can never be together—for Ellina must choose a consort from among her own people—one who can give her an heir with the same Sacred Blue skin tones which she alone possesses. But when another assassination attempt and a villainous plot sets off Ellina's Heat Cycle, can the two of them stay apart?
And will either of them ever be the same after Ty is tasked with...Guarding the Goddess?
Author’s Note
Though Guarding the Goddess may be read as a stand-alone book, you will probably enjoy it more if you read the previous Kindred tales novel, FALLING FOR KINDRED CLAUS.
Hugs and Happy Reading!
Evangeline
One
Y’res the Fourth, the newly crowned Potentate of Helios Beta, paced her royal apartment, her hands clasped behind her back, a frown of worried concentration on her face. Her sleeping chamber was all it should be—her bed hung with gold cloth and the walls covered in murals grown of the soft ura moss depicting her ancestors ruling the people, but she had no eyes for the grandeur around her. It had been only a week since the assassination attempt at the Feast of all Feelings during her coronation and now she was called upon to appear in public again.
Another appearance. Another chance to die, she thought, her stomach fisting tightly as she paced. Another assassin could be out there, waiting.
And this time they might succeed.
She brushed a strand of hair behind one ear and felt her chewchie, Lor, scramble nimbly to one side to avoid her hand. It might have been hard for an onlooker to see the small, fluffy creature who was so much more than her pet. He was the same color as her hair—the same color as her skin and eyes, for that matter.
Sacred Blue.
The brilliant, royal blue color was a rare mutation of the usual skin color of her people. The Chorkay came in every shade of blue from a pale blue-gray to bright turquoise but only those royal females with the Sacred Blue hair, skin, and eyes were deemed fit to lead their people. It made Y’res the Fourth, not only a ruler, but a goddess among her kind.
But even a goddess can be killed, she thought grimly. By someone determined enough to see her die.
And her death would mean disaster for her people.
Currently, she was the only female besides her grandmother, who had passed the crown to her, who had the Sacred Blue skin and the mandate of the Chorkay god, Thufar, to rule. Which meant if she was wiped out, her kingdom would fall into chaos. It was her duty to lead her people well, and to produce an heir as quickly as possible—a female who had the same Sacred Blue skin and eyes who would take the crown when she was deemed ready and worthy to do so. It was the only way to ensure the throne and the continued peace and prosperity of her planet.
Produce an heir. Right, she snorted to herself. If only it were that easy.
She had only been crowned a week ago—she certainly wasn’t ready to look for a proper consort yet. A man of noble birth and a skin color as close to Sacred Blue as possible in order to be certain that at least one of their daughters would also have the royal skin tone.
The thought of doing that—of taking a consort and having his baby—turned her stomach. She knew what the nobles thought of her—had known it from an early age. The common people loved their queen—their “Goddess in the Flesh” as the reigning Potentate was often called. But they only