The Pleasure Slave (Imperia Series #2) [NOOK Book]


When Santa Fe antique dealer Julia Anderson was curiously drawn to purchase a battered jewelry box, she never expected it to contain her own personal love slave. Especially not tall, dark and sinfully handsome Tristan—a man hard to resist, and determined to fulfill her every desire.

Though Tristan was a rogue of the battlefield and the boudoir, making love with Julia was like nothing he'd ever known. Yet revealing his true heart would break the centuries-old spell and separate ...

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When Santa Fe antique dealer Julia Anderson was curiously drawn to purchase a battered jewelry box, she never expected it to contain her own personal love slave. Especially not tall, dark and sinfully handsome Tristan—a man hard to resist, and determined to fulfill her every desire.

Though Tristan was a rogue of the battlefield and the boudoir, making love with Julia was like nothing he'd ever known. Yet revealing his true heart would break the centuries-old spell and separate them forever. And Tristan would do anything to go on loving Julia…even remain a slave through all eternity….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459247154
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/15/2012
  • Series: Imperia Series , #2
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 95,420
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Gena Showalter

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the acclaimed Lords of the Underworld series and more than thirty other books. She lives in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Visit her at


Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance, and Young Adult novels from a multitude of publishers. She has appeared in Cosmo and Seventeen magazines, on MTV, and has also been featured on many regional and national news programs.

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Gena credits much of her success to her wonderful fans, amazing family, and the three slobbery English bulldogs who sleep under her desk. She is a self proclaimed coffee addict and when she's not writing she likes to...well, we're not sure. We've never seen her do anything but write.
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Sante Fe, New Mexico

Ways Of The Pleasure Slave

The Slightest Whim Of Your Master Is Your Highest Law

The blare of a horn sounded. Again.

Julia Anderson gripped the wheel of her sedan and glanced down at her speedometer. Six miles per hour over the speed limit. The driver behind her found this completely unacceptable and honked yet again, a demand that she get out of the way or hit the gas.

The morning sun had yet to make an appearance, but the waning moon and towering streetlights revealed two open, easily accessible lanes. There was no reason to ride her tail like this.

Still the honking persisted for another mile.

By that time, Julia's nerves were frazzled and her foot was shaking on the gas pedal. She rolled her shoul ders and drew in a deep breath, but neither action man aged to relax her. She cranked up the volume on La Bohème.

That didn't help, either.

I'm a calm, rational woman, she reminded herself. I will not become unnerved by a little honking.

Honk. Honk. Hoooonk.

Her teeth gnashed together. She didn't have a tem per; she really didn't. Not usually anyway. But right now she wanted to slam on her brakes and give that driver a crash-test-dummy demonstration. Instead, she allowed her car to gradually slow.

"What do you think of that, Speedy?" she asked smugly.

Apparently, he didn't like it. His little Mustang finally whipped into another lane, accelerating quickly. When their cars aligned, he rolled down his window and began shouting and waving his fist. The moment she recognized him, Julia forgot she believed in thinking be fore acting. She forgot that she preferred to act rationally in all situations.

She gave him the bird.

That's right. She held up one hand and extended her middle finger. In a hiss of fury, the red sports car roared away.

Shock was still coursing through her when she reached her destination. She, a woman who prided herself on her calm, rational behavior, had just flipped off her biggest competitor.

And it had felt good. So deliciously good.

Chuckling, she parked her car. Her amusement faded, however, when she saw that there was one other car in the lot—a red Mustang.

A groan worked its way past her throat as she gathered her purse and stepped into the frigid Sante Fe morning. A strong wind immediately blustered by, mak ing her shiver. She tugged the lapels of her coat tighter and hurried toward the only building in sight.

The Mustang's owner was waiting near the metal doors. When he spotted her, he glared at her through small, dark eyes. Hostility radiated from him.

She came to an abrupt stop and watched him warily. At five foot six or seven, he wasn't much taller than she. His thin cap of hair gleamed with a thick film of mousse, and a round belly protruded over the elastic waist of his wrinkled pants.

The same wild impulse that had hit her in the car hit her now. He's going down, she decided, squaring her shoulders. And I'll be the one to give him the final push. He must have sensed her determination to outmaneuver him, because he placed one foot in front of the other and crouched down ever so slightly. The classic fighting stance.

This meant war.

She stiffened her resolve, refusing to run back to the safety of her car. She stared at him through slitted eyes, not willing to look away or even blink. To do so showed weakness, and the desire to win this battle had suddenly grown to unimaginable proportions. While he was closer to the door, she was a good twenty years younger and a hundred pounds lighter.

He didn't stand a chance.

Suddenly a click reverberated through the cover of silence.

The Kreager Flea Market had just opened to dealers.

Jumping into action, Julia pushed and elbowed her way past the man. She glided through the double doors a split second before he did. Yes! Victory. Smiling with pride, she grabbed a basket and began her treasure hunt.

Antiques. Ah, that one word had the power to send ribbons of delight down her spine. Over the years she'd been called many things. Garage-sale junky. Thrift-store devotee. Auction-house addict. She had accumulated so much stuff she'd had two options: buy an antique store to sell her wares or become buried alive in her collection.

She'd chosen to set up her own shop.

Julia's Treasures opened the day of her twenty-third birthday and had flourished in the two years since. It was her pride and joy, a place where she found success and happiness. Unlike the rest of your life, a hidden cor ner of her mind supplied.

"Hey," she said, then pressed her lips together. I'm happy with the rest of my life. So what that she had plain brown hair, nondescript green eyes, and a short, rounded body that failed to gain admiration. So what that she had no fashion sense and didn't know how to attract a man. "I'm happy," she repeated firmly.

As she wandered through the market, her old, ratty sneakers squeaked, drawing the attention of several sellers intent on luring her over. Knowing exactly what she wanted to buy—and what she didn't—she ignored them.

She bypassed a table of porcelain dolls and didn't look twice at the stand laden with Depression Era glass.

In the back, next to a slightly worn cherry vanity, she spotted an old corncob pipe. She studied the aged wood from every angle, then lifted it to her nose and sniffed. The faint scent of tobacco drifted to her nostrils. She grinned, the perfect customer in mind.

Elated, she carefully placed the pipe in her basket. Next she examined a colorful blown-glass carousel, but decided to forgo purchasing such an expensive item when she didn't have a buyer already lined up. The rest of the items on the table received a cursory perusal before one object in particular drew and held her gaze. She set aside a collage of plastic flowers and stared down at what looked to be an old square jewelry box.

The sides were chipped, and the outer layer, which at one time had probably been a glossy ivory, was now a dull yellow-brown. There were several holes where colored glass, or maybe even precious gems, once re sided. Overall an extremely ugly piece, yet something about it called to her. Biting her lower lip, she ran her fingertips over the surface. Unexpectedly, the cool ex terior sent a shaft of warm, inviting heat up her arm. Tin gles raced down her back, making her shiver. Intrigued, she tried to raise the lid, but the stubborn thing refused to budge.

That didn't dissuade her. She wanted this box. Badly.

"See something you like, lass?" asked a voice with a slight Scottish accent.

Julia glanced up. A man who appeared to be in his early sixties with a beaked nose and eyes that drooped low on his cheekbones regarded her expectantly. Those eyes, she thought…they were as fathomless and blue as an ocean, and she would swear they saw into her soul. She shook off her unease.

Not wanting him to know just how much she desired the item, she schooled her features to show mild curiosity, nothing more. "How much for the jewelry box?" she asked.

He smiled, causing the puckered skin around his lips to deepen. "Today only, lass, I'll let you have it for fifty dollars."

"Fifty dollars? When the stones are missing and the lid is broken?" She laughed. "I'll give you five."

He made a choking sound in the back of his throat, and when he spoke again, his burr was more pronounced. "No can do. I canna let a prize like that go for such a paltry sum. Not when there's a tale that comes with it." He wiggled his bushy, silver brows. "Verra in triguing."

"Well…" Confident he simply wished to drive up the price, Julia pursed her lips and donned a nonchalant air. "I'm not really into fairy tales."

"Oh, you'll like this one. There's none like it. That I promise you."

After a sufficient pause, she said, "Sure, why not?"

His eyes lit with amusement, as if he knew her game. "Story is, that when a woman owns this here jewelry box, she'll find the greatest pleasure ever known."

Julia waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she said, "That's it? That's the big story? Own the box and find great pleasure?" For fifty dollars, she'd expected a story about naked dancers, bowls of cocaine and wild orgies. Disappointment coiled through her. "Just what is the greatest pleasure ever known?"

"I don't rightly know." He scratched his beard, and a rain-scented breeze, like the calm after a storm, accompanied the movement. "I guess pleasure's different for everyone. Who's to say?"

"The last female owner."

"Well, now, she lost her soul long ago, so I canna be asking her, can I?"

"Lost her—oh. I'm so sorry for your loss," she said softly. "I didn't mean to bring up painful memories."

"No, no. No need to be sorry. She was an ancestor of mine, you could say. I like to call her Granny Greedy." He chuckled at his own joke. "Family legend says she created the box and kept it with her at all times, never letting it out of her sight. When she died, the damn thing had to be pried out of her fingers." He barely paused before adding, "What's your name, lass?"

"Julia Anderson."

"Well, Jules me girl, I'll be honest with you. I think you need this here box more than you realize. Great pleasure will put some color in your cheeks. Maybe put a sparkle in your eyes. So are you interested in buying or not?"

Julia tried not to be insulted; she really did. She might not have any hobbies outside of work, and she might spend every evening in bed, reading sexy romance novels and watching made-for-TV movies, but she did have pleasure in her life. At the moment, though, she just couldn't recall where.

"Thirty," a nasally voice said from behind her. Julia spun around. The Mustang's owner gave her a smug I've-got-you-beat-this-time grin. "I'll pay thirty."

"Well, lass?" the salesman prompted, giving her a chance to outbid.

After haggling for half an hour over the price, Julia finally paid seventy-three dollars—plus fifteen for the pipe. She'd been robbed. She knew it, just as she knew her opponent hadn't really wanted the box. He'd wanted retribution, and she hadn't been able to walk away without owning the "greatest pleasure."

The moment she arrived home, an all-too-familiar anticipation filled her. She carefully placed her new purchases on the kitchen table, then gathered a rag and cleaning supplies. The bark of a dog pierced the air and the midday sun dappled through sapphire curtains covering the large bay window on the far wall. Settling into a high-backed gold velvet chair, she focused all of her attention on the jewelry box, cleaning every inch with painstaking gentleness. There was something al most… magical about it. And she would swear to God it purred every time she stroked the corners.

Just as she began adding polish to the outer surface, she zeroed in on a tiny button hidden beneath the rim. Her fingers stilled and her heart drummed erratically in her chest. Excitement pounded through her veins.

Would this open the lid? And if so, what would she find inside? Jewelry? Love letters? Nothing?

With shaky fingers, she set aside her rag and pressed the button.

At the moment of contact, lights flickered on and off throughout the house, dancing shadows and light on the rose-tinted wallpaper. A pulsating, purplish mist erupted in her hands and lit her entire kitchen.

Startled, Julia jumped to her feet, dropping the jewelry box as if it were nuclear waste. Instead of shattering, it landed atop the honey-oak tabletop with a thud. She tore her gaze from the box…and froze in terror.

A man—a large man—a very large man—stood just in front of her. He wore nothing more than a pair of black, skintight pants and—Omigod! A long, menacing sword dangled at his waist. A scream rose in her throat at the exact moment a hard lump formed, preventing any sound from emerging.

Terrified, she scanned the kitchen, looking for a way out. The back door was bolted shut. The windows were closed. Sweat beaded across her forehead.

It didn't matter that the man was, well…gorgeous, that his seductiveness hit her like an uncontrollable whirlwind. He didn't belong here, didn't belong in her home. Alone. With her. With her panic intensifying, she assumed a karate position and prayed with every fiber of her being she appeared menacing and lethal.

Why had she never taken self-defense lessons?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I know karate," she forced out. "My body is a dangerous weapon."

He merely arched a brow.

He knows I'm lying. At least she could memorize his description—just in case she survived. Concentrate. Concentrate. His towering height pushed toward the ceiling. Inky shoulder-length hair framed a strong forehead, a straight nose and high, bladelike cheekbones.

Yet it was his eyes that truly drew her attention. They were pale violet, almost lavender—wait. They were blue, a light aqua. No, no. They were emerald green. But that wasn't right, either. She blinked, shook her head and realized his eyes weren't one color. They were all colors, shimmering like a sea of constantly chang ing purples, blues and greens. Glowing with a life of their own, catching her attention until she almost for got where she stood—and why she was standing there.

Look at the rest of him, Anderson.

His skin was bronzed, sexy and ridged with muscle. Lord, what strength! His stomach muscles formed a vee that pointed her eyes lower, lower still, directly between his legs. She gulped. He was like a savage romance novel warrior come to life in her home. Everything about him oozed carnality yet screamed with danger.

He stared at her a long while before taking a step toward her.

She recoiled.

The chair stopped her retreat.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    exciting romantic fantasy

    In Imperia, the Priestess of Druinn Zirra demands that mortal warrior Tristan ar Malik binds with her or else; he refuses and insists he must leave because the Great Lord Challann wants to discuss the rebellion in Gillorad. Angry, Zirra breaks the alliance between sorcerers and humans by casting a spell on Tristan that makes him her PLEASURE SLAVE living inside a jewelry box unless she calls him. Only true love can break the spell.--- Fifteen earth centuries later in Santa Fe, antiquities dealer Julia ¿Jules¿ Anderson purchases a jewelry box at Kreuger Flea Market. When she opens the small box Tristan appears in her kitchen. To his shock she rejects his offer to pleasure her though he feels she wants him. As they begin to fall in love, Tristan becomes concerned that Zirra will learn the truth and kill his beloved even if they are light years away thanks to a second curse by the High Priest to hide the breaking of the alliance pact. He would prefer slavery especially to his ¿Little Dragon¿ than freedom and death for her.--- This exciting romantic fantasy with some science fiction elements especially when the reader visits Imperia is a terrific tale that sub-genre fans will appreciate. Tristan is a delightful hero struggling with the first person to not want him as a slave; his Jules displays the HEART OF A DRAGON (coming soon) as she courageously desires the best for her recent off the wall purchase, although she wants him just more than just self-indulgence. With this tale and the charming THE STONE PRINCE, Gena Showalter is gaining the reputation of a master wizard who enchants her readers.--- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 24, 2010

    one request... can I exchange my husband for Tristian??!?!?!

    This book was EXCELLENT! It had humor, passion, emotion, ups and downs but most of all a georgeous hunk of a man who will make your tongue hang out of your mouth and want to strip him of his clothes just to feel him all over you. This book kept my attention that I actually read it in one day. I never do that! I highly recommend this book to any woman out there who is a helpless romantic like myself and could only wish their love life was blessed like this one. Definate keeper.

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  • Posted January 5, 2010

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    Very Erotic!!!!!!

    I have read all of Ms. Showalter's books and they all have one thing in common: eroticism! Very hot! But the plot, characters and originality is what drag you in. She has a written style that goes toward a visual. you can see landscape, faces and feel the characters emotions. You will travel to Imperia and by the end you'll feel like it's your home.

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  • Posted November 1, 2008

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    Origional Ideas = Great Reads!

    What a creative author! In a world of cookie-cutter romances (where all you have to do is change names and locations and you have a new book) Showalter continues to impress me with her origionality! I find myself excited and eager to pick up any one of her books because I find the storylines individually appealing!<BR/>The only regret I have is that I have just finished this novel, and have discovered that her "Stone Prince" was actually the first one in the "Imperia" series. I feel it was sufficient to stand alone, but I annoy myself when I don't go in order! :) <BR/>Give Showalter a try! You might just be as enchanted as I was!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2007


    This book was great! It is a great book when you just need something light hearted and funny. You enjoy the plot and the characters are well thought of and they have a way that is perfect for each other. This is one book that I couldn't put down! I absolutely loved it! It is well written and she doesn't let the reader down!

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  • Posted December 20, 2013

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    ~Reviewed by SUZANNE & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog

    ~Reviewed by SUZANNE &amp; posted at Under the Covers Book Blog

    When Julia Anderson picks up an antique box, she never expects to find what is inside. A man. Tristan is there to fulfill her every desire, to pleasuring her to cleaning for her. Not that he is happy about it, spelled into the box by a scorned lover Tristan has spent centuries forced to do the whim of any woman who holds the box, the only way to break the curse is to fall in love. Something he knows he could easily do with Julia, but to fall in love with her is to lose her as he would be returned to his home world and unable to return.

    This is another entertaining and fun read by Gena Showalter and also the second (and I believe last book) in the Imperia series, this series is a mixture of sci-fi, with our sexy alien heroes and paranormal romance with the addition of magic and sorcerers. This all adds up to a lot of fun and some sexy yet sweet romance.

    Like the first book in the series, The Stone Prince, this book had a good romance, Tristan was a sexy alpha male and Julia was the sweet and slightly kooky girl who has to put up with him and his gorgeousness. The story goes along the expected lines, so although there may not be anything particularly original about The Pleasure Slave, this didn’t stop me from eating this book up
    It is a shame this series hasn’t continued, there were a few characters both in this book and the previous book that I would have liked to know more about, but it is still worth giving this book a go, it is sexy and funny ans should leave you with a smile on your face.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2011


    Great read. Fun and hot!

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  • Posted May 13, 2010

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    i LOVED this book!

    I really enjoyed this book. Maybe because I could relate to Julia for the most part ( minus the obvious part of Tristan.) It was deffinatly a page turner, and i felt that it could also be believable in some aspects. It's a great read. Everyone should read this.

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  • Posted April 21, 2010

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    This book was really good. It had its cute moments, its (very) sexy moments and heart wrenching moments. Overall it was good but it did remind me of Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I would recommend it to anyone looking for a light read. :)

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  • Posted April 4, 2010

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    Funny and smexy

    I saw this title by chance, and I have to say, it's somewhat similar to Kenyon's Fantasy Lover (which was hiliarious and a must read)The main character deals with a misplaced alien beef-cake trapped in a jewelery box instead of a drop-dead hot demi-god trapped in a book. Funny, steamy with an odd otherworld placement siding it, this was a good read. A must have for any girl/woman in need of a good laugh or read.

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  • Posted March 8, 2010

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    One Of The Best!!

    This book was so funny "The Pleasure Slave" is a must read for anyone that loves a good romantic comedy.

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  • Posted November 17, 2009

    This is the worst Gina Showalter book!!

    I didn't finished the book because our heroin is too dumb. There is sweet and nice, but no one can go thru life as a shopowner and don't speak up when some kepts distroying her phones.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2009


    Though an interesting story concept, this book contains graphic sexual content, and should not be read by children.

    Our 13-year old daughter ordered it and we caught it and read before she could. If this were a movie, it would be NC-17 or X rated.

    If Ms. Showalter has left the graphic sexual content out of the book, I have no doubt it would still have been good, but readable by a wider audience.

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2006

    Pleasure Slave

    The Pleasure Slave was a truly good book. It kept me guessing right from the first page. Gena Showalter shows a great understanding about writitng her books and shows great imagination and skill. She is truly a wonderful writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2006

    Great Read

    This book takes the imagination to another level. I never read romance books because they are alway a disappointment, but I' glad I had the chance to read this one. It did start off rather slowy, but the author kept you hanging to her every word.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2006

    A dream come true

    The love story that develops between Julie Anderson and Tristan is simply wonderful. She opens an antique jewelry box and up pops her own personal love slave. But she never treates him as a slave, but as an equal. He realizes her kindness, and together they find the pieces to their hearts. Great read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2006

    Loved it!

    Lately I have been bored and disapointed with romances, even the paranormal ones. I was going to pass this one on without reading it but I deceided to give it a shot. I am glad I did, I loved the whole concept and the story line. It was hot and Tristian is yummy!! Can't wait to read more by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2005

    it was okay?

    it was an okay book...sort of slow at parts...sort of like a geannie in a bottle like concept

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2005

    Simply Wonderful!!

    This novel is just incredible, simply marvelous. I could not put it down, it was beautifully written and detailed! You can feel yourself becoming a part of the story. I completely recommend this novel to anyone looking for a sexy and exciting adventure, it ended great by the way!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2005

    Best Romance of the Year!!

    This is the best romance novel that I have read to date. Her characters really come alive!

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