The Adventures of Neemah

These are the adventures of Neemah, the jungle girl. This is Book 1 with 80+ pages and many illustrations. Here is an excerpt:

 

Chapter 1: The Jungle's Embrace

Chapter 2: The Boar Hunt

Chapter 3: Tales by the Fire

Chapter 4: The Flower of Love

Chapter 5: Jaws

Chapter 6: The Journey Home

Chapter 7: Hidden Wounds

Chapter 8: Fever Dreams

Chapter 9: The Kiss

Chapter 10: Renewal

Chapter 11: The Honey Jar

Chapter 12: Reflections

Chapter 13: Revenge

Chapter 14: Lady’s Business

Chapter 15: Warriors!

Chapter 16: Wife Material

Chapter 17: Kong

Chapter 18: Unexpected Help

Chapter 19: Baboons

Chapter 20: Cutting Deep

Chapter 21: A New World

Chapter 22: Separated

Chapter 23: Dark Encounters

Chapter 24: King Atlacoya

Chapter 25: To the Death!

Chapter 26: The King's Harem

Chapter 27: Embraced

Chapter 28: Escape from Xochiquetzal

Chapter 29: Burning

Chapter 30: Broken Hearts

 

Chapter 1: The Jungle's Embrace

 

Neemah moved silently through the dense undergrowth of the jungle, each step careful and deliberate. Her lithe form slipped between the towering trees and thick vines with the ease of a creature born to this world. The jungle had become her home, its rhythms and secrets as familiar to her as the heartbeat in her chest. At eighteen, she was a striking figure of strength and beauty, a blend of the wild and the human world that had shaped her.
 

Her hair, a cascade of sun-kissed blonde, fell in waves down her back, contrasting vividly with the deep greens and browns of the jungle. It was rare in these parts, a legacy from parents she barely remembered. Her eyes, a piercing blue, scanned the surroundings with the keen awareness of a predator, every muscle in her body attuned to the slightest hint of danger or prey.

 

Neemah's physique was a testament to years of rigorous training and survival. Her muscles, well-defined and sculpted, spoke of countless hours spent climbing trees, hunting game, and practicing combat with the tribal warriors who had taken her in. Her skin, bronzed by the tropical sun, was marked with the faint scars of past battles and the rites of passage that had shaped her into the warrior she had become.