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The Last Warrior
by L.A. Day   

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Publisher:  Ellora's Cave

Copyright:  2007 ISBN-13:  9781419909702

Tara Montgomery is a witch, and an imaginary lover haunts her dreams. When she senses her dream man is in danger, she performs a spell to bring him to her. Little does she know, her dream man is a Yahi warrior from 1866.

Shot in the back, Lone Wolf envisions a beautiful spirit guide. Waking up, he finds his spirit guide is actually a white woman. From her way of dress, he surmises she is a white-eyes whore. He refuses to admit he understands and speaks the English language, but still they connect on a primal level. Lone Wolf knows of only one way to repay the white woman's kindness. Since her words say she desires him and he hungers for her, he joins her in her bed and finds the other half of his soul.

Tara is horrified to discover Lone Wolf is from the year 1866 and can understand every word she spoke, but she refuses to return him to his time, to certain death. She wants a future with the sexy warrior, but can he accept his life in 2007 and her darkest secret — that she is a witch?

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The Last Warrior is an erotic time-travel story available at Ellora's Cave. 


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Copyright © L.A. DAY, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Lone Wolf had to stop himself from laughing at the funny pale face that thought he could not understand her words. He had learned the pale face language as a child, from a white trapper who lived among his people. The trapper was the only white man Lone Wolf had trusted, but he was gone now, killed by the greedy white-eyes three summers ago.

Deciding to humor the white whore by the name of Tar-ah, he lifted the hand not holding his cup and poked at her chest. His finger brushed the softness of her shirt—it was unlike any he had felt. However, it was the feminine softness underneath that drew his attention.

“Tar-ah,” he repeated roughly, the name felt right on his tongue.

She rewarded his effort by her bouncing up and down excitedly, her breasts covered by the thin cloth bouncing with her. He had to hide the gleam in his eyes. The neckline of her small shirt slipped lower, revealing her deep cleavage to his avid gaze, and his breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were full globes sitting high on her chest. The skin was creamy and smooth. Peaked nipples poked at the thin material and his fingers hungered to learn the texture of her flesh.

She giggled, delighted, as if she were a small girl child given her first cornhusk doll. This whore must be new to her trade for she still appeared very young and innocent. Maybe she still needed some teaching in the ways of pleasing men. He would be happy to help her. His mind came back to the present when he felt her finger jab him in the chest.

She hesitated. “Okay, now your name?”

* * * * *

She repeated her name again, “Tara,” and jabbed at herself impatiently. Then she slowly placed a finger in the middle of his chest. Her eyes, which had been staring into his, dropped to her finger resting on his massive, hairless chest. My god, he had muscles, not the bulging kind developed in a gym, but the natural kind gained from hard, physical activity. His skin tone was light, reddish brown over rippling muscles. A fine layer of dust covered him but it did nothing to hide his raw beauty. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from running her hand over his chest.

“I am going to have to find you some clothes. You are way too lethal sitting here all muscled, tanned and sexy.” She giggled. “It’s a good thing you can’t understand me or you’d probably think I wanted to drag you off to my bed. Of course, I do but I’d never tell you that.” She lowered her voice until it was almost a whisper. He stared at her in return and the heat in his eyes burned a path across her flesh. “Okay, if you won’t tell me your name how about I call you…hmm…a good Indian name—Hung like Horse.” She shook her head. “Probably something a little nobler, don’t worry I’ll think of something.”

She darted her gaze back up to his face, his dark eyes bore into hers, lips parted and his fiery gaze lowered slowly, perusing her curves. Heat flowed in the wake of his gaze, leaving her body in a sizzling, melting heap. Her heart turned over, even disheveled and covered in dust and blood, he was the most handsome, irresistible man she’d ever seen. She leaned closer, craving the touch of his lips upon hers, her whole body alive, waiting for the contact and then she hesitated. His eyes had returned to her face—they beckoned her. She could lose herself in their ebony depths. He was so close she could see the pores in his bronze flesh, the flecks of caramel brown in his dark eyes.

She stopped abruptly, shaking her head. What was she doing? Just minutes ago, this man was injured, lay bleeding and unconscious, and now she was panting after his body. She leaned back, pushed to her feet, paced the room and finally sat in the high back, floral print chair facing him. She glanced nervously at him then away. What he must think of her. A blush heated her pale checks and she wrung her hands as she coyly glanced back at him. “Sorry, the last thing you need is some desperate woman hunching on your injured body.” Shrugging her shoulders, she plastered on a smile, hoping he understood. He might be arrogant but he certainly oozed sex appeal.

Professional Reviews

Coffee Time Romance
Tara Montgomery is a woman with a secret. She is a witch; she tries to keep the secret her mother denounced and live as her grandmother would have wanted. She dreams of a handsome man who haunts her nights.

Lone Wolf is a Yahi Warrior from 1866. He is a proud man, who has to figure out how he got to the year 2007, and whether or not his destiny lies in his old world or this new whit mans world.

Shot in the back by gold digging white men, Lone Wolf is left for dead. Tara dreams of him and senses his pain so she brings him to her. She cannot and will not send him back to a certain death. But can this warrior accept his life in her world and the secret she keeps?

Ms.Day captivates with her creative plot and talent for keeping the reader glued to their seat. I felt like a part of the story. The descriptive way she weaves the words made the story both vibrant and sensual. The scenery came alive making it feel as though I were thrust into her book. The characters are well developed and were interesting. I will definitely look for more from Ms.Day!

Fallen Angel Reviews
Tara Montgomery continues to have a man invade her dreams. Using her witchcraft, she brings him within arms length and finds him more than what she expected. He is pure Native American, hurt and bleeding. A hospital is out of the question, so she uses her knowledge to care for him, even though he practically takes her breath away. She sees him as Adonis, a god, and one who just stepped from a western movie. Lone Wolf is from the year, 1866. When he hears sounds, and sees the lovely woman, he knows he is not in the land of the Great Spirit. One look at her administering to his aid and he knows any warrior would fight to protect, and have, but he had no use for any white woman’s body. He is not familiar with any of the surroundings and wonders how he happened to arrive. The last he recalls, he was engaged in a battle, not in the presence of this woman. How did he get here and what happened to his people? He has to find answers and get back to his home. Tara and Lone Wolf try to fight through their attraction for the other. She doesn’t wish for him to return to his day. If he returns, it could mean death for him, but by staying with her they have a chance together. Lone Wolf never imagined having such feelings for any white woman and now he must decide if this is the best choice for him. Only time can tell if a modern witch and a handsome Indian can love forever.

The Last Warrior is an intriguing read from the start. I love the detailed descriptions of the characters; it gave me an in-depth view of their own individualism. I was touched by Lone Wolf and his feelings to return to his home, yet wish to stay with Tara, as well as her desires to try to do things her way. L.A. Day weaves a clever plot that entertains until the last page. There were many times that I felt as if I was right in the midst of the whole story. I loved how Tara had to teach Lone Wolf some of the modern conveniences. Their banter on words made the story extremely well-developed in this panoramic tale that stirs so much believability in each well-crafted page.

Two Lips Reviews
Tara Montgomery’s dreams are invaded by a gorgeous sex god. Not only does she feel his pain, she experiences his intense passion. One night, she senses that he’s in intense pain and she uses her magic to save him from whatever is causing him the pain. Not realizing the amazing repercussions of her action.

When Lone Wolf wakes up on the floor of a white man’s wooden dwelling, he’s suspicious and speculative. Based on his surroundings and the woman tending to him, he surmises that he must be in a white man’s whorehouse and he’s more than willing to properly bed the beautiful whore before he leaves.

The Last Warrior is sexy, hot, sweet, and deeply insightful. The cultural differences and Lone Wolf’s interpretation of events had me laughing out loud at times and at other times, almost ashamed of how American Indians were treated by the white man in the 1800’s. L. A. Day has started what I predict will be an amazing new series. From sexy, wonderfully developed characters to an insightful, thought-provoking storyline, she captured my interest and kept my attention riveted from beginning to end. L. A. Day is definitely an up-and-coming young author to watch out for - after only three books, she's already made it onto my must-read list!

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