Series: The Phoenix Adventures, #8
Published by Amazon Digital Services on December 18th 2015
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When an independent deep-space scout crash-lands on an unknown alien world, the last thing she expects is to find herself claimed by a barbarian warrior.
Aurina Phoenix spends most of her time zooming through uncharted space and gathering intel for her family's deep-space convoy, but her life takes an unexpected detour when a meteor shower brings down her ship. She finds herself on a barren, low-tech planet inhabited by dangerous beasts...and lands in the arms of a brawny barbarian warlord.
Markarian warrior Kavon Mal Dor is known for his skill in battle. He lives to protect his clan...and to avenge the murder of his father. Every move he makes is part of his grand plan for revenge, including finding a legendary sword and marrying a warlord's daughter. But when a beautiful skyflyer crashes into his world, she is the one thing he never counted on.
Fighting their incendiary attraction, Aurina and Kavon make a deal: she'll help him find the sword and in return, he'll give her the emergency beacon she needs to get home. But as the search for the sword plunges them into a dangerous adventure they find themselves consumed by a powerful passion and questioning everything they've ever wanted.
‘On a Barbarian World’ begins like the rest of the books in this series; the main characters are placed in an untenable situation, where their beliefs are poles apart, until crisis bonds them and eventually brings them together.
While I love the imaginative fervour and the great sense of adventure of the Phoenix series however, the ‘barbarian’ construct in this one managed to raise my hackles each time I read about the way Kavon the Warlord bosses his dominance over his territory, over his men and the array of luscious women available for his ‘sampling’…until he meets Aurina Phoenix, the woman who refuses to conform to his way of life. For this reason I found it impossible to taking a liking to Kavon – protective instincts or otherwise – and the way it all ends, with some sort of compromise that I found entirely ridiculous and unbelievable. Throw in the near, instant love (or rather, that strange thing called lust that neither can seem to overcome except for screwing each other senseless), and I’ve a guaranteed foot out the doorway with a grimace on my face.
I’m going to be treading very carefully when it comes to this ‘barbarian’ arc of stories now, simply because being swung up, carried over some brawny giant’s shoulder – while being subjected to his medieval treatise on ‘protection’, ‘claiming’ and his bevy of disposable women – is just the bitter cup of tea that I need.