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In an imaginary world, feudal villagers sacrifice their daughters to a sect of warriors who keep their lands safe from invasion. The Guardians, a ruling group keeps both Warriors and villagers locked in a parasitic system. Strong-willed Katya has always questioned the arrangement, but submits to her fate for the sake of her family.

Her Warrior, Turan turns out to be a sweet, gentle giant of a man despite being raised in ignorance of anything about the world except for fighting and killing. Katya teaches him about love and humanity. Can they foster revolution and change their fate?

Reviews

Fallen Angel Reviews, Reviewer Raquelle - 5 angels
I love it when an author goes outside the norm and provides an emotionally intense story that makes the heart palpitate. I experienced every accomplishment, setback and delicious thrill as these two and the numerous other characters of this story took a hold of my spirit and allowed me to become, for a short time, a part of their world.

Coffee Time Romance, Reviewer Regina - 4 cups
The sex is hot, fierce, and utterly tender from the very first scene, making this book one to savor slowly. Not only a great fantasy, but a superb love story!

Mrs Giggles - 89
This story feels like a sly subversive feminist take on the popular "captive female slave" fantasy - the author is saying that ultimately a man and a woman should love on equal terms. The characters are adorable and worth rooting for, their relationship has a pretty credible emotional foundation underneath all that lusting, and all in all, this is a most entertaining tale to savor.

JERR, Reviewer Morgan Grey - 4/5 stars
Filled with plenty of gory moments, fiery sex scenes that define bonding, and gratifying plot turns, The Warrior’s Gift is truly an exciting and erotic read.

Ecata Romance, Reviewer Racine - 5 stars
Bonnie Dee wrote in her dedication that she hoped she had given her readers a satisfying journey to other times and places. She does that and much more with this story of two people struggling for change. This is a great story and a must have book.

RRTErotic, Reviewer Maggie Anderson
Bonnie Dee shows a first-rate example of world-building with A WARRIORS GIFT. There are surprises, danger, and courage in abundance and all of her characters are well-defined. I was very impressed with this story and recommend it very much.

Excerpt:

But the Guardian simply seized her shoulder and pulled her roughly away from the wall. “Never mind. I’ll have my use of you later.” He laughed harshly. “If you’re still alive by the time he’s finished with you.”

Katya trembled with rage, fear, and shock as he slid back a sturdy deadbolt on the doorjamb and open the latch. He took her arm again and thrust her through the open door, calling out, “Here is your gift. Try not to break her.”

The door slammed shut behind her, and she heard the deadbolt slide into place. She hadn’t thought it possible for her pulse to race any faster, but now feared she might pass out as blood roared in her ears and black spots blurred her vision. Katya swayed on her feet, blinking, trying to focus in the dim light. She peered around for the hulking brute she knew waited within the shadows somewhere.

The room was tiny and spare, but clean. There was an iron cot, neatly made up, a washstand, a few clothes hung on hooks along one wall, and a chair placed in a corner. Filling the chair with his massive frame was the Warrior, her intended “groom.” He’d been filing the edge of a long knife, but his hands stilled and his gaze lifted to regard Katya as the door shut. The man stared at her with intense, unfathomable eyes, so dark they appeared black. They glittered in the light of the oil lamp on the wall. His black eyebrows drew together in a frown, shadowing his deep-set eyes further.

The hair flowing past his shoulders was also black, but with coppery highlights where the light struck it. He had prominent cheekbones, an angular jaw and chin, and a sharp blade of a nose. His full-lipped mouth softened and balanced the hard masculinity of his face. His lips parted slightly as he continued to watch her with his deep, searching eyes.

The Warrior rose from the chair, the knife dangling at his side. He was a giant, and his overwhelming presence filled the room.

It was like being caged with a wild beast. Could he even understand her if she spoke? She offered a weak smile and said slowly and clearly, “My name is Katya.”

He stared at her so blankly her doubts about his ability to comprehend increased. The sleeveless tunic he wore stretched across broad shoulders, revealing massive biceps. His chest strained against the gray cotton. Below the loose-fitting shirt, a pair of black pants encased his long legs, and beneath them his feet were bare.

“I am to be your bride.” At the word “bride,” a memory of her friend’s wedding the previous fall flashed in Katya’s mind. She remembered the joy and music and flowers that had marked Greta’s wedding day and contrasted it with this horrible, twisted marriage. “What is your name?”

He gazed at her for long, hushed moments before speaking, his voice hoarse and halting as though rarely used. “I am Turan.” He fell silent again, studying her from head to toe.

Countless seconds passed. Katya thought she would go mad from suspense. If he was going to assault her, then let it begin. She was ready to fight him. Her blood raced, and her fists clenched by her sides. “What do you want me to do?” she finally burst out in exasperation. She couldn’t stand her fear of the unknown another moment.

He shook his head, his brows knit in a frown.

“Should I stand here or sit on the bed? What?” Katya’s fear was overshadowed by anger. She had been afraid all day and was tired of it.

He took a step toward her, then stopped. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she snapped, raising her eyebrows. The hard-muscled, rock of a man approaching her made her want to break, run for the door, and pound on it until her fists bled, but she held her chin up and faced him. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know what I am to do with you. They didn’t tell me.” His voice was quiet, but vibrated in the stillness of the room, as rumbling and warm as a cat’s purr -- a very, very large cat.

Katya stared into his obsidian eyes under anxiously knit brows and realized he wasn’t about to attack her and throw her down. “You don’t know what a man and woman do together?”

Turan shook his head.

Katya looked down at his crotch. She saw from the bulge beneath his pants that his body knew what to do even if he didn’t. She bit her lip and thought quickly. It was possible to buy some time and maybe even escape the situation if she was lucky. “Men and women … talk,” she told him. “You sit in the chair. I’ll sit over here on the bed, and we can talk for a while.”