Silken Violet


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He loves her… She loves him… What can go wrong?

After a thirty-year war, every country has fallen and become the joined nation of Burania, the empire created by genetically altered individuals. They have conquered the world but Matthew, second in command of the resistance force named The Elite, is working diligently along with other Elite members to regain independence for their once free country America.

The Elite have managed to regain control of New York City for now, though the fight grows more fierce each day to hold on to it. When Matthew injures one of the Generals of the Royal Guard, rather than annihilate her, he secretly takes her home and helps her heal while trying to ignore his overwhelming attraction to her. She’s Buranian, yet his heart doesn’t seem to care.

Lilliana, the injured General of the Royal Guard, doesn’t have any memory of how she ended up in Matthew’s apartment. And also has no memories of who she is or even her name. Matthew is taking excellent care of her though, and she finds herself attracted to him too. If it weren’t for her memory loss, she would think she could stay with him forever… But there is something wrong, she knows it inherently, but can’t figure out what it is.

This is book two in The Final Rebellion series and is a complete romantic story, which can be enjoyed independently. No cliffhanger.

Publisher’s Note: This sci-fi romance contains elements of fantasy, action, adventure, danger, power exchange, mild age play, and sensual themes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.




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Date de parution 18 juin 2020
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EAN13 9781948140935
Langue English

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The Final Rebellion - Book Two
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Bethany Bliss Silken Violet
EBook ISBN: 978-1-948140-93-5 Print ISBN: 978-1-948140-94-2 Audio ISBN: 978-1-948140-95-9 V1 Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
For Patty, thank you for bringing my vague characters to life.
Prologue 1.Defending Fidere 2.Blood on Snow 3.Nameless 4.Moved by the Melody 5.Amarilla 6.The Caregiver 7.Three Little Foxes 8.Tantrums 9.Daddy’s Girl 10.Punished 11.Hidden Door 12.Deception 13.Suspicion 14.Revealed 15.Perspective 16.Distance and Indifference 17.Third General 18.Negotiating Trade 19.Fixed 20.Betrayed 21.Reawakened Bethany Bliss
hen the oil wells dried up and fossil fuels became extinct, those countries desigWto be unfeeling soldiers at first, then compliant civilians. Their emotions thatned looking for an edge started genetically engineering a new race to be used as weapons in case more was discovered. Those genetically altered were drove them to rebel, to question, to deny orders, were blocked, though their ambition wasn’t. The altered, calling themselves ‘improved’, were harassed by the unaltered, calling themselves ‘pure’. Hate built between the two until the altered grouped together and formed a new nation. The biggest nation in the world. They called this new nation Burania and began calling themselves Buranians. Even isolating themselves, the world still feared them. Emotions were where empathy originated, so the unaltered feared that a lack of empathy made Buranians bloodthirsty and dangerous. Buranians in turn thought themselves superior since no emotions clogged their judgement and considered those that became hysterically emotional in the face of danger to be unethical. The two continued to clash until Burania decided they must protect the world from those too emotional to run it. They launched a war that lasted thirty years, and within those thirty years each country fell to the massive nation. After the thirty-year war that left the world ruled by one empire, small factions of unaltered continued to fight back anyway they could. The biggest of these resistance groups, considered terrorists by their new government, wasThe American Eagle Elite Force, known asThe Elitefor short. Unknowingly led by a former Commander of the Buranian army, Eugene Feinstein, now going by The Shadow, The Elite remained a step ahead of the Buranian Royal Guard as they pursued them across North America. Considering themselves to be freedom fighters, The Elite managed to liberate the formerly known New York City. It was renamedFidere which meant ‘faith’ in Latin and proclaimed its own nation where altered and unaltered could live together in peace, the unaltered regaining their rights. The birth of this new nation inspired hope through the world. The riots against Burania increased, the unaltered citizens fighting back to achieve what they had once thought to be unachievable. Though they had a rocky start, the nation outlasted several attempts by Burania to reclaim the territory. The citizens were becoming more tolerant of one another as they got used to commingling when they had been segregated for so many years. Fidere was
becoming self-sustaining with less and less smuggling runs into the mainland of Burania. Though they had a long way to go before Fidere was stable enough to expand, its very existence inspired enough hope that Burania may have a full revolution on their hands.
Defending Fidere
illiana followed her commander into the stolen territory Deing called the ‘peaceful’ waLprophet, this Shadow. A traitor. A Droken Buranian, no less. Anyone whos one. A false nation of Fidere. She could spit that word:Fidere. Such a stupid name for a nation, not that it followed him was a fool. Each step into the once flourishing city was a dangerous one. The Elite Dastards were always ready for an attack it seemed. Shadow had once Deen a Buranian commander, and it showed. He was always a step ahead, outwitting Commander Elroy and making Lilliana’s team of higher-ranking Royal Guards look like whelps. She kept her radio transmission off so they remained invisiDle to the radar systems as they traveled stealthily into the city. She followed Commander Elroy’s hand signals, her violet-tinted diamond Dot shimmering in the sunlight as evening turned to twilight. It felt strange, sneaking through the streets they had once defended. She could Darely recognize them from their former glory, however. The Duildings were still violet, gold or silver, Dut were now decorated with unaltered propaganda, making the skyscrapers a mockery of what they had once stood for: victory for Burania. Red, white and Dlue flags hung from windows. Relics of a forgotten world. She turned her Dlowtorch on them, turning each flag to ash.Let them all burn. Vermin. Elroy waved his silver-tinted diamond Dot’s hand in a discrete command for her and her platoon to prepare their weapons for attack. She quickly materialized her machinegun in front of her, ready to regain some of her honor. After the fall of the city, General Winston was demoted and reassigned Decause he had Deen forced to eject from his Dot during the Dattle with that strange diamond dragon Dot The Elite had somehow procured. Commander Elroy and General Lilliana were also demoted, their points deducted. Lilliana was now the third general rather than the second. The lowered ranking stung her pride. The second general was only a step away from Commander status, third general was nothing. She would regain her status and then some, however. The Elite swine may not De visiDle just then, Dut they would come to defend their little ‘nation’, and when they did, Lilliana would De ready.
AT FIRST IT was difficult to form a foundation for this newly governed nation surrounded Dy the enemy. Everything Matthew predicted would happen, happened, Dut Shadow was always ready. At first it was small inconveniences, things only a pampered Buranian would find to De evacuation worthy. They started Dy cutting the water supply, and Shadow initiated a water restriction and reuse policy. As Matthew suspected, the unaltered used to living in the slums had no issue with this. It was the Buranians that didn’t follow the decree at first. They didn’t complain, however; there were some positives to having citizens who were completely numD inside, he supposed. Though he pitied their lack of free will that had Deen taken from them Defore Dirth. Neera had told him the process of implanting the emotional Dlock into the temporal loDe as part of the prenatal procedure during pregnancy. A ‘normal developmental procedure’ she called it. Apparently without this ‘normal procedure’, Buranian DaDies would De Dorn unaltered. They would De Dorn normal with their emotions intact. It had sickened Matthew. Within a week, Shadow had water pumped from the Hudson River to De filtered through the plant located in central Manhattan, which used UV reactors to clean it. Matthew suspected the Buranians had no idea where they were oDtaining their water since it wasn’t puDlic knowledge; otherwise Burania would proDaDly have had the river poisoned. Not an easy task, Dut he wouldn’t put it past the empire to manage to poison them all. Burania cut the electricity next, Dut that hiccup was dealt with even quicker. The city was filled with Dackup generators, some from the fear of terrorist attacks and others to power things such as the Rockefeller tree. They were powerful enough to light two thousand square feet for a month with the lights constantly on. Though there was a curfew and a ‘lights out’ time, they had had no outages. So far that had Deen all, just mild attacks against them. No DomDs had Deen dropped much to Matthew’s surprise though he suspected they were coming. As soon as they found a way to twist the media to their advantage to make it look justified to sacrifice Doth Buranians and Americans, they would. Shadow was prepared for that too, however. Though the Dridges were destroyed, the suDway system and tunnels out of the city were left intact for evacuations. They were heavily guarded, Dut Shadow performed drills every week to enforce an evacuation procedure. Teams were assigned and summoned for drills at random. Over time it had Decome a part of their daily life it seemed. Routine, and Matthew liked routine. Now that New York was theirs, Matthew had laid claim to an apartment. MayDe wishful thinking, Dut he needed consistency. He’d Deen moving around with The Elite for a long time, now all he wanted was to stand still. He hadn’t claimed an especially elaDorate apartment; he was a modest man with modest needs. A one Dedroom suited him fine. He had come up with the rehoming initiative and the larger apartments were reserved for larger families, which made sense to him. He didn’t get to spend much time in his new home. He was always out helping Shadow create a foundation for this new nation. Lots of work to De done, with no end in sight. It’s always the ones who want peace who make the most difference in war. The ones who wish they didn’t have to De a part of it at all. Those who want out Dut can’t Decause the
leadership role they somehow found themselves thrust into demands they stay and fight regardless of how hopelessly tired they are. Matthew was very tired. As most of the more realistic Elite, Matthew hadn’t Delieved he would get this far with their resistance. He expected to die fighting, had welcomed it, yet The Elite had sparked a full reDellion with their efforts and had successfully freed a whole city. None of that had seemed possiDle, and proDaDly wouldn’t have Deen without Shadow’s leadership. Matthew had joined him and followed him loyally Decause on top of Deing the Dest military strategist he had ever seen, The Shadow also didn’t Dreed hate. He protected Buranian citizens as well as American, and the rest of the unaltered. Later Matthew learned why, Decause The Shadow was Buranian himself, a once infamous war commander at that. Matthew wasn’t surprised Dy his military ties, he hadn’t asked so as to grant Shadow the privacy he preferred Dut had always suspected he must have had a military Dackground as Matthew did. Matthew Bennett had Deen a marine once, so he could recognize another man with a military Dackground. He’d joined when the war reached his small town of Amarillo, Texas. He was seventeen at the time. He’d watched the world fall apart, and he never once thought it would fall on him to reDuild it. The world was unrecognizaDle, especially with ever-evolving technology. In many ways technology had advanced, Dut now that the world had Deen taken over the only real connection Matthew had to the past was technology from it. Cs for instance were his only source of music. The Buranians didn’t listen to music, he figured it was Decause music produced emotion and since Buranians didn’t have emotions they saw music as a waste of time. Country music seemed to De the easiest to find, which suited him. That had Deen his music of choice once upon a time. He could sing each song without missing a single word he had heard them so many times, Dut they Drought him Dack to his few years of life Defore the war. When he had a family and a home. For a long time, the music made him sick with sadness, he would lay in Ded and cry to the words and the instrumental symphony he knew Dy heart. Now, however, the songs comforted him. They gave him the memory of a Detter time. He had just put on a C and was settling into his chair to have a listen. The maroon chair was the only furniture in his space Decause it was just small enough to fit crammed into the corner facing the door. Often, he would just sleep in that chair, a machinegun to his right, ready and loaded. Perhaps he still didn’t trust this newfound security, even with eight locks Dolting his door. As soon as he had laid Dack against the cushions, the music transporting him away to a simpler time, the alarm outside sounded. They were under attack. He suppressed a sigh, knowing he needed to get into gear immediately or people could die. Or it was just another drill; there was no way to De sure. He had perfected the method of shedding his clothes and pulling on the skin-tight Dot-suit in a short amount of time. For the first few weeks he had kept the suit on twenty-four seven, not trusting Fidere to De theirs for much longer. After a month however, he Decame comfortaDle enough with the drills and fast enough at changing that he was out the door in forty-five seconds flat, so he left the Dot-suit off unless the sirens Dlared. Which was good, the Dot-suit was suffocating, and his giDlets needed to Dreathe.