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December 25, 2015
Merry Christmas!!!
My blog today will be short and sweet! From me and mine to you and yours, I hope you have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Evangeline Anderson
December 18, 2015
Author Interview: S.E. Smith
I have a read treat for you today! My guest author interview is New York Times best selling author, S.E. Smith. Ms. Smith pens several Science Fiction Romance series including the Lords of Kassis series and the Magic, New Mexico series.
You have to check these books out–they are literally out of this world. So of course, I had a few questions for Ms Smith.
INTERVIEW QUESTIONS with S.E. SMITH
ME: What inspired you to begin writing? And when did you first start putting your stories down on paper or on your computer screen?
S.E. SMITH: I first started writing science fiction romance in 2010, but didn’t publish any of my work until March 2012. I have always been a writer, but only for myself and never thought I would be a published author. I wrote small bits and pieces of stories throughout the years, but never really finished any. Then, once I started college, I wrote a tremendous number of articles and academic papers for school. I was inspired to write stories that I wanted to read after being laid off of my job after 14 years. I was immediately rehired, but it had a devastating effect on my self-esteem. My husband commented that I needed a hobby; that comment led to me writing the stories down. I knew they had to have science fiction in them, have heroines who were strong, smart, resourceful and loving and heroes who were alphas and smart enough to know that their mates were their partners, not just arm candy.
ME: You write several different series with sci-fi and paranormal elements in them. Do you have a favorite series–one you keep returning back to? Or do you just write whatever series you are interested in at the moment?
S.E. SMITH: All of my series are my favorites. I cannot choose between them. I have a general idea of what I am going to write next; but, if a character speaks louder and demands their story be told, then I will write their story next. Hunter’s Claim: The Alliance Book 1, was supposed to be in an anthology and less than 20K words. Three days later, it was over 30K and I could feel the power of the world sucking me in. There are now four books in this series with Challenging Saber just being released.
ME: Were you always interested in the sci-fi genre? Do you have any favorite sci-fi TV shows or movies that inspire you?
S.E. SMITH: I used to lie outside under the stars as a child; so yes, it is a fair comment to say I am a sci-fi geek. My favorite scifi shows were Star Trek and Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. LOL. When Star Wars came out, I was in love with the worlds.
ME: What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
S.E. SMITH: Be authentic, talk with readers, and view writing as a business right from the start. You will receive suggestions from multiple sources. All of them will have a different opinion of what you should do to be successful as a wrier. Do what makes sense to you and what feels right and work with people who hold similar values.
ME: What do you feel has been the most challenging thing you’ve encountered as a writer?
S.E. SMITH: I am a mother and grandmother and it is juggling my family and personal commitments with my writing that I struggle with the most. There are some days when the voices are particularly strong and all I want to do is hide away in a writing cave somewhere, but my family will always come first.
ME: Do you ever read your reviews? If so, how do you deal with negativity when you get a bad one?
S.E. SMITH: I only read the good ones now, but every once in a while my eyes will slip to the negative ones. I’m the type of person who absorbs the positive and negative energy around me. By that, I mean if someone is negative, I try to balance that with positive thoughts and comments. It can be very draining and depressing for me. I know myself and try to balance that.
Negative reviews can be rough and I do struggle not to take them personally (this was a huge concern for my husband as he knows me all too well). However each review is a person’s viewpoint on my story and I try to remember that I can not please everyone and that is ok. There have been negative reviews that have helped my growth as a writer and I am grateful for the opportunity to improve. It is still difficult though when a reader gives your story a 1* and it hasn’t even been released yet, they didn’t read it, or they are just being negative because they can.
It is also disappointing when you see someone mark down someone else’s review as not helpful when the review goes into detail. I try to respect everyone’s opinion. I just ask that they understand that they will not care for every story. It takes an incredible about of work both physically and mentally to produce the stories I write. When writing a review, ask yourself, ‘How would I feel if I had written this book?’ I guess that is the big thing, I try to always put myself in the other person’s place.
ME: What is your current release? Give me all the juicy details and I want a tasty excerpt too!
S.E. SMITH: My latest release is Challenging Saber, The Alliance Book 4 and I am thrilled to share that Saber made the USA Today Bestsellers list!
Sometimes it takes losing the one thing closest to a warrior’s heart to wake the beast that lives inside him…
Saber, a wounded Trivator, believes he is no longer a fit warrior, much less strong enough to claim a mate. Scarred, he does everything in his power to push away the delicate human female he has fallen in love with. He knows that she deserves a warrior who can protect her, not one that will need her constant help.
Taylor Sampson may be human, but that doesn’t make her weak. She and her two older sisters survived living on Earth for four years after their world went crazy. She is all grown up now and has her eye on the one stubborn Trivator that captured her heart seven years before.
Taylor has one last requirement in order to complete her schooling. Once she finishes, she plans to show Saber that he is the man she wants, but when the planet she is on erupts into a civil war, she is trapped behind enemy lines. When Saber discovers that Taylor has been left behind, the warrior inside him refuses to think of her as collateral damage in a savage battle for power.
Journey to a lawless, alien world and discover what happens when the beast awakens inside a damaged Trivator warrior when the woman he loves is threatened.
Special Excerpt from “Challenging Saber”
His throat tightened when she ran her hands higher. He had to fight to keep the groan from escaping him. Her fingers were long and strong. He could just imagine them wrapped around him.
Sweat broke out on his brow when he felt her hands slide up under the edge of his shorts. It was taking every ounce of his self-control to focus on the questions she was asking him about the house.
“The garden,” he muttered hoarsely, trying to keep his thoughts on what he was saying.
“You can tell me about it – later,” Taylor whispered.
He heard her, but the words didn’t register. Her hands had moved up his thighs to his hips and his brain was short-circuiting. He hoped to hell she didn’t ask him anything else because he honestly didn’t think he could answer her.
His eyes snapped open when her left hand moved up his good leg all the way to his hip once more. Only this time instead of moving down again, her left hand gripped his hip while her right hand… a choked gasp escaped him in surprise.
His head snapped up and his blazing yellow-gold eyes locked with Taylor’s dark brown ones. She stared back at him with a combination of desire and defiance. His eyes widened when he saw her bare shoulders.
“Goddess, Taylor,” he breathed.
You can find all the buy links for Challenging Saber here: http://sesmithfl.com/challenging-saber/. I also have a book trailer for Challenging Saber at: https://youtu.be/F0tnyA__aoo
For anyone wanting a longer excerpt, here’s one for you: http://sesmithfl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Challenging-Saber-excerpt.pdf
Thank you for the opportunity to share with your readers, Evangeline. Happy holidays to everyone!
December 11, 2015
Holiday Sale…
HOLIDAY SALE: Forgotten: Brides of the Kindred 16 was priced at $4.99 but for a limited time I have dropped it down to $3.99. Anyone who hasn’t gotten a copy yet, now is the time. I know everyone is busy buying presents for all their loved ones but this is one you can give to yourself. ; )
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays,
Evangeline Anderson
Buy Links:
Amazon US – http://amzn.to/1P2Nzia
Amazon UK – http://amzn.to/1Ni5Jen
Amazon AU – http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01783W2SE
Amazon CA – http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01783W2SE
Amazon FR – http://www.amazon.fr/Forgotten-Brides-Kindred-Book-English-ebook/dp/B01783W2SE
B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/forgotten-evangeline-anderson/1122861513
Smashwords – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/588207
ARE – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-forgotten-1928388-340.html
Website – http://evangelineanderson.com/books/forgotten
Excerpt
“Sorry.” He shrugged and gave her a lazy grin. “You asked what our morning routine was. I always kissed you awake—the same way I kissed you to sleep at night.”
“I…I don’t see how I could possibly go to sleep if you were, uh, kissing me there.” Kate clutched the tea tin to her chest protectively, feeling her cheeks get even hotter.
“Well, you wouldn’t be sleepy at first,” he murmured. “But after I made you come two or three times with my mouth, you’d start to relax and your eyelids would get heavy.” He sighed. “Gods, I miss that—lying there between your legs, cleaning away all your honey with long, slow licks of my tongue as you drifted off to sleep.”
Kate tried to imagine feeling comfortable enough to just lie there in bed and let him lick her while she went to sleep and couldn’t. Just the thought of having him there, between her thighs, made her feel so tense she could barely breathe.
“I…I just d-don’t know,” she stuttered.
“Don’t believe me? Here.” Rone took her hand and brought it up to the side of his face. She could feel the rough scratch of his whiskers against her palm and the softness of his black hair. “Read me. Use your Knowing to see the truth of what I’m telling you,” he urged.
“I…I shouldn’t.” But Kate found she couldn’t move her hand.
Suddenly an image filled her mind…
She was back in the bedroom of the ship they shared, watching a vision of herself in the past. The past Kate was sitting at the head of the bed, wearing a short white lace nighty and reading a book. Just then, Rone came into the room wearing a pair of sleep trousers and nothing else. His broad, muscular chest looked smooth and hard and inviting. Kate immediately wanted to run her hands all over him—to touch him and feel connected to him.
No, she told herself uneasily. That may be how I felt then but I don’t feel that way now. Do I?
“Bedtime, Lalli,” Rone murmured, smiling down at the past Kate. “Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?”
“Of course.” To her surprise, Kate saw her past self raise the lace hem of the nighty to well above her belly button and spread her legs with absolutely no shame at all. She wasn’t wearing panties so her pussy was fully on display with its little mound of red curls. And when she spread her thighs wider, the pink outer lips opened, showing her slippery interior, already glistening with her juices.
“Mmm…just look at that soft little pussy, all ready for a goodnight kiss.” Rone’s deep voice was a low, lustful growl. “And already so hot and wet, baby.”
“Just for you,” Past Kate agreed with a naughty little smile. “Come and get it, sugar.”
She didn’t have to ask Rone twice. He lay full-length on the bed in front of her and buried his face between her legs. He was gentle at first, kissing her outer lips softly and lapping at her inner thighs. Then the Kate in the vision put a hand on his head and pushed him down, shamelessly demanding more.
The big Kindred wasn’t shy about giving her what she wanted. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her outer pussy lips into his mouth in a slow, teasing way first and then, when she moaned softly, spreading her with his thumbs to lap the sensitive inside of her pussy and bathe her clit with his tongue.
Kate watched, both horrified and intrigued as Past Kate moaned and bucked her hips up, her hands tightening in the big Kindred’s hair.
“Oh God, Rone, yes,” she gasped. “Right there—keep it right there. I’m so close!”
Kate shook her head. It was clear her past self wasn’t just tolerating this—she was eager for it and completely enjoying it. And Rone was loving it too. He went down on her, tasting her pussy as though he couldn’t get enough of her. His broad shoulders split her thighs wide and Past Kate writhed under him, pulling his hair and calling his name like she just couldn’t get enough.
Just look at him, Kate thought, watching the scene with awe and uncertainty as the Rone in the vision lapped and sucked her past self. He’s licking me like I’m his favorite flavor in the whole world! But how could that be? After what Greg Compton had said back in college…
“Your pussy is my favorite flavor.” Rone’s deep, rumbling voice pulled Kate out of the vision and she opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his eyes half lidded with lust.
“Oh!” She jerked her hand away from the side of his face. “How did you—did you read my thoughts?”
He shook his head. “I wish. That isn’t possible until our bond is restored. You said it out loud.”
“I did?” Kate felt incredibly vulnerable. “I, uh, didn’t mean to.”
“Do you believe me now?” he asked, looking at her earnestly. “You know the Knowing doesn’t lie to you. I’m telling the truth, baby.”
“I know.” She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her heart was pounding and she needed to get some space…some air so she could breathe properly. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past him. “I…I really want some tea.”
“Sure, baby.” He sighed again. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know I wasn’t making all this up. I know it probably sounds kind of strange to you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Kate lied. “I asked about our routine. It’s just, uh, hard to imagine I was so comfortable letting you do that to me.” But she had been—in the vision she’d been positively eager to let him taste her. How had she gotten to that point?
“It took a long time to build up to it,” he admitted. “But it was worth waiting for—you’re worth waiting for, Kate.”
Buy Links:
Amazon US – http://amzn.to/1P2Nzia
Amazon UK – http://amzn.to/1Ni5Jen
Amazon AU – http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01783W2SE
Amazon CA – http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01783W2SE
Amazon FR – http://www.amazon.fr/Forgotten-Brides-Kindred-Book-English-ebook/dp/B01783W2SE
B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/forgotten-evangeline-anderson/1122861513
Smashwords – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/588207
ARE – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-forgotten-1928388-340.html
Website – http://evangelineanderson.com/books/forgotten
December 4, 2015
Evangeline Anderson Book Goodies
I am so excited to announce that I now have a CafePress shop called Evangeline Anderson Book Goodies.
This shop will feature official merchandise from me inspired by my books. I will be putting up a new design by the first Friday of every month until I have caught up with my Brides of the Kindred (BOTK) series. After that, I will work on getting new designs inspired by my other books up at a slower pace.
I would love to hear what you think about my shop, and the merchandise I am currently offering. Also, if you have any suggestions for designs, sayings or favorite quotes that you think I should use for my future merchandise, I would love to hear about it in the comment section below. 
See below for some examples of things that can be found at my new shop then click on the following link to browse the full shop:
My CafePress Shop: Evangeline Anderson Book Goodies
November 22, 2015
Coming your way…
Release Date: 11/27/2015 (Black Friday)
Pre-order now for a discounted price which will end after it is released. Pre-order links: Amazon US – Amazon UK – Amazon Au – Amazon Ca – Barnes & Noble – Smashwords!
Forgotten Release Party on Facebook: Do you love to have fun, play games and have the chance to win prizes? Then you will want to join me and other like minded people at the Forgotten Release Party which will be on Nov. 27, 2015 from 8 pm – 10 pm ET. Find more information about it here.
Want to learn more? Check out the video below to be taken through all of the books in the Brides of the Kindred series in less than 5 minutes and make sure to scroll down a bit more to find an excerpt on Forgotten.
Excerpt from Forgotten: Brides of the Kindred #16
“Sorry.” He shrugged and gave her a lazy grin. “You asked what our morning routine was. I always kissed you awake—the same way I kissed you to sleep at night.”
“I…I don’t see how I could possibly go to sleep if you were, uh, kissing me there.” Kate clutched the tea tin to her chest protectively, feeling her cheeks get even hotter.
“Well, you wouldn’t be sleepy at first,” he murmured. “But after I made you come two or three times with my mouth, you’d start to relax and your eyelids would get heavy.” He sighed. “Gods, I miss that—lying there between your legs, cleaning away all your honey with long, slow licks of my tongue as you drifted off to sleep.”
Kate tried to imagine feeling comfortable enough to just lie there in bed and let him lick her while she went to sleep and couldn’t. Just the thought of having him there, between her thighs, made her feel so tense she could barely breathe.
“I…I just d-don’t know,” she stuttered.
“Don’t believe me? Here.” Rone took her hand and brought it up to the side of his face. She could feel the rough scratch of his whiskers against her palm and the softness of his black hair. “Read me. Use your Knowing to see the truth of what I’m telling you,” he urged.
“I…I shouldn’t.” But Kate found she couldn’t move her hand.
Suddenly an image filled her mind…
She was back in the bedroom of the ship they shared, watching a vision of herself in the past. The past Kate was sitting at the head of the bed, wearing a short white lace nighty and reading a book. Just then, Rone came into the room wearing a pair of sleep trousers and nothing else. His broad, muscular chest looked smooth and hard and inviting. Kate immediately wanted to run her hands all over him—to touch him and feel connected to him.
No, she told herself uneasily. That may be how I felt then but I don’t feel that way now. Do I?
“Bedtime, Lalli,” Rone murmured, smiling down at the past Kate. “Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?”
“Of course.” To her surprise, Kate saw her past self raise the lace hem of the nighty to well above her belly button and spread her legs with absolutely no shame at all. She wasn’t wearing panties so her pussy was fully on display with its little mound of red curls. And when she spread her thighs wider, the pink outer lips opened, showing her slippery interior, already glistening with her juices.
“Mmm…just look at that soft little pussy, all ready for a goodnight kiss.” Rone’s deep voice was a low, lustful growl. “And already so hot and wet, baby.”
“Just for you,” Past Kate agreed with a naughty little smile. “Come and get it, sugar.”
She didn’t have to ask Rone twice. He lay full-length on the bed in front of her and buried his face between her legs. He was gentle at first, kissing her outer lips softly and lapping at her inner thighs. Then the Kate in the vision put a hand on his head and pushed him down, shamelessly demanding more.
The big Kindred wasn’t shy about giving her what she wanted. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her outer pussy lips into his mouth in a slow, teasing way first and then, when she moaned softly, spreading her with his thumbs to lap the sensitive inside of her pussy and bathe her clit with his tongue.
Kate watched, both horrified and intrigued as Past Kate moaned and bucked her hips up, her hands tightening in the big Kindred’s hair.
“Oh God, Rone, yes,” she gasped. “Right there—keep it right there. I’m so close!”
Kate shook her head. It was clear her past self wasn’t just tolerating this—she was eager for it and completely enjoying it. And Rone was loving it too. He went down on her, tasting her pussy as though he couldn’t get enough of her. His broad shoulders split her thighs wide and Past Kate writhed under him, pulling his hair and calling his name like she just couldn’t get enough.
Just look at him, Kate thought, watching the scene with awe and uncertainty as the Rone in the vision lapped and sucked her past self. He’s licking me like I’m his favorite flavor in the whole world! But how could that be? After what Greg Compton had said back in college…
“Your pussy is my favorite flavor.” Rone’s deep, rumbling voice pulled Kate out of the vision and she opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his eyes half lidded with lust.
“Oh!” She jerked her hand away from the side of his face. “How did you—did you read my thoughts?”
He shook his head. “I wish. That isn’t possible until our bond is restored. You said it out loud.”
“I did?” Kate felt incredibly vulnerable. “I, uh, didn’t mean to.”
“Do you believe me now?” he asked, looking at her earnestly. “You know the Knowing doesn’t lie to you. I’m telling the truth, baby.”
“I know.” She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her heart was pounding and she needed to get some space…some air so she could breathe properly. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past him. “I…I really want some tea.”
“Sure, baby.” He sighed again. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know I wasn’t making all this up. I know it probably sounds kind of strange to you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Kate lied. “I asked about our routine. It’s just, uh, hard to imagine I was so comfortable letting you do that to me.” But she had been—in the vision she’d been positively eager to let him taste her. How had she gotten to that point?
“It took a long time to build up to it,” he admitted. “But it was worth waiting for—you’re worth waiting for, Kate.”
Want to read more? You can preorder Forgotten on Amazon now and it will pop up on your Kindle on 11/27–Black Friday. That way you have something spicy to read while you’re waiting in line at all those sales.
Hugs and Happy Reading!
; ) Evangeline
PS–for those of you with Nooks, here is the Link for Barnes and Noble.
November 13, 2015
Evangeline Reviews “Burning Up Flint” by Laurann Dohner
Hello, Readers!!!
After receiving some requests for me to reviews books I have read, I decided to start Evangeline Reviews. The first book I am going to review for you is Burning Up Flint (Cyborg Seduction Book 1) by Laurann Dohner.
Summary
The book opens with Mira, our heroine, who is on a shuttle back to Earth after visiting a space station for work. Unfortunately, the shuttle seems to be experiencing some jarring effects which have her and the other people on board the shuttle concerned. It seems that their concerns are founded when they realize that they are about to be boarded by potential space pirates only to find out that it is definitely not space pirates. In walks Flint, our hero, who is a cyborg which Mira thought had been killed off many years ago (at least that’s what the Earth’s government told everyone). Flint and Mira seem to be drawn to each other whether it is just merely a curiosity or something more only time will tell. She willingly takes his hand and walks aboard his ship into unknown territory.
There are some HOT scenes that follow, but Mira and Flint seem to be having some issues with communicating (sounds like a normal relationship to me. LOL). Some issues arise from their miscommunication which causes a lot of problems not just for Mira and Flint but for those around them.
Will these two be able to work through their problems and start communicating, or will these two burn up from the flames surrounding them? You will have to read Burning Up Flint to find out. 
My Take
It was actually a quick read for me taking only a few hours, but it was filled with lots of HOT scenes (which I thoroughly enjoyed), twists and turns, and some interesting characters which include not only the two main characters but also some of the side characters. I am looking forward to reading the future books to find out what happens to all the other characters that I have been introduced to so far.
The world is a very interesting one. Makes one consider what would we do or how we would react if we created sentiment beings that aren’t fully human. Would we toss them aside, or would we welcome them with open arms? The Earth in this book decided to toss them aside, so the Cyborgs went out and made their own world where they had to learn how to survive. It’s interesting to learn a little about this world they created. The similarities and the differences to the Earth that created them.
Unsurprisingly, there are some communication problems between Mira and Flint, since they come from two different worlds (literally). What do we expect from the ones we love, and what would we consider soft and hard limits when it comes to each other’s differences? These are interesting questions that can be seen in this book.
Conclusion
Let me know what you think of my review of Burning Up Flint by Laurann Dohner. Have you read it or not? If you have read it, do you agree with my take on it? Also, let me know what you think I should read and review next. I would love to hear from all of you.
As a last note, below you will find the buy links for Burning Up Flint, which is book 1 in the Cyborg Seduction series by Lauraan Dohner. She is an amazing author who I am happy to consider one of my author friends.
“Burning Up Flint” Buy Links
Amazon US – Amazon UK – Amazon CA – Barnes&Noble – All Romance Ebooks – Audible
November 6, 2015
Hits the right spot ;)
I wanted to let you all know about a new business venture for me with a company that is causing quite a ‘sensation’ over in Europe.
As an author (and a reader) I am so excited about the B-sensory–also called “the Little Bird.” Essentially, you just put the Little Bird in place and as you read, it will start making you happy at “the good parts.” I am going to have short stories hooked up to the Little Bird to start with including: Speeding Ticket, Stress Relief, When Mr Black Comes Home, Confessions of a Lingerie Model and Dessert (with the sexy Victor/Taylor interlude which takes place after Scarlet Heat).
Eventually, I hope to have more books connected and some of my longer books may be serialized with B-sensory. There are going to be other authors to choose from as well. So check it out–I can’t wait to get mine just in time for next Valentine’s Day!
Leave a reply to let me know what you think of this new sensation!
Little Bird: Fifty Shades of Me!
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Available for pre-order now, the Little Bird will be delivered on time for Valentine’s Day 2016. This unseen offer combines 3 major trends: the success of erotic romance like “50 shades”, democratization of sextoys (with a 22 billion € estimated market) and the advent of connected devices.
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October 30, 2015
Have you ‘Forgotten’ something? ;)
Forgotten (Brides of the Kindred 16) has an official release date of November 27, 2015.
Make sure to pre-order it now to get the discounted pre-order. Once it is released, the price will go up. Also, don’t forget to share it with all of your friends, so they know the good news and can take advantage of the discounted price. Also, head on over to my Forgotten Release Party and click going, so you don’t miss out on this amazing event where there will be tons of fun, games, giveaways (Amazon gift cards, swag and more), and more.
You can find the cover photo, pre-order links, and blurb for Forgotten below.
Pre-Order Links:
E-book: Kindle – Smashwords
Blurb:
A warrior sworn to get his mate back or die trying
A woman under a curse which stole her love
Rone is determined to win back Kate’s heart
Even though he has been…Forgotten
Kate McMillan has a good life and a decent job working at a jewelry store but there’s something wrong. She also has a hole in her memory—a three year gap where she can’t remember a thing. Kate tries to tell herself she’s okay but she knows it isn’t true. Someone is hunting her—a huge man with glowing blue eyes is lingering on the edges of her vision. Every time Kate sees him her pulse races and fear grips her.
Rone is a Wulven Kindred—feared and shunned even by others of the Kindred race. For the Wulven carry a Beast inside them that will kill anyone unlucky enough to be near when it emerges. Only a female who has tamed a male Wulven’s Beast is immune from this danger. Rone once had such a mate—before she was snatched away.
For months he’s been searching for his missing bride but when he finally locates Kate, he finds that she has forgotten him completely. Not only that, but his mere presence engenders a panic response in the woman who once loved him. Their bond has been broken and Kate doesn’t know him. Worse, his Beast no longer acknowledges her as his mated female. Rone doesn’t blame Kate for thinking he is dangerous—he is and always will be unless she can tame his Beast.
But in order to tame the Beast, Kate must take a terrible risk…one that may end in her death. Will she be able to control her fear and face the danger that lives inside her mate or will Rone remain forever…Forgotten?
October 23, 2015
Purity (Pure and Tainted Book 1) is available as an Audiobook!
Buy Links:
E-book: Kindle – ARe – Smashwords
Audio Sample:
The sample of the audio book can be found here.
Book Blurb:
K is a fourth level Paladin and a servant of Purity—the holy nothingness she has been taught to revere and aspire to from childhood. Born on a sexless world from an artificial womb, K was fitted with a black mesh skinsuit at the tender age of nine. The suit nourishes and defends her from enemies and serves as her main weapon in the holy war her people have declared on the rest of the universe. It also eradicates even the slightest traces of emotion. Leading her purge squad in a never-ending mission to rid the universe of the Impure, K is accustomed to killing or enslaving everyone she meets.
That is, until she meets Boone.
Boone is a doctor and geneticist from Colossus—a heavy G world which has rendered the people who inhabited it larger and stronger than regular humans. He’s more than happy to stay on his own planet and do research—until his little sister is taken by Purists and delivered to the pshalite mines. Frantic to rescue her, he hatches a desperate plot—capture a Paladin and use the enemy pawn to gain access to where his sister is being held. K falls into his net—but not without a fight. When she is wounded in the battle, Boone is forced to cut off her skinsuit in order to save her life.
Now, removed from her comforting routine and separated from the parasitic suit, K is beginning to change. Her body is blossoming and her mind is opening. For the first time in her life she can feel…whether she wants to or not. In order to survive in her new environment she has to cooperate with Boone.
However, she soon finds that it isn’t just her body he holds prisoner…
but also her heart.
Excerpt:
K knew she was dead the minute she woke up.
Her death sentence was written in the neat row of black stitches marching along her inner thigh like orderly insects. The fact that she could see her own thigh—that it wasn’t obscured by the black mesh of her skinsuit—was her first clue, but stitches in her flesh clinched it.
She had been contaminated—maybe fatally so. Still, she hoped. She prayed to Purity that she might still remain untouched. She couldn’t remember anything—not the way she’d gotten the wound, or the person who had sewed it up. She didn’t even know how she’d ended up on a table in the small bare room with battered metal cabinets and chipped white countertops.
She only knew her head throbbed like a rotten melon about to burst and her suit was gone, leaving her helpless.
Get hold of yourself, K. You’re a fourth level Paladin. You can handle this. You can handle anything. Even being naked and alone, stripped of her weapons and defenses? Yes. She raised her chin and tried to examine the room where she found herself, though her vision kept wavering in and out of focus alarmingly. You’re not defenseless, she reminded herself.
Paladins went through rigorous physical training from the time they could walk and K was no exception. Looking down at herself she could see that her body, which she hadn’t seen nude since childhood when she had first been fitted for her skinsuit, was strong and lean. In fact, other than being considerably bigger—she was almost two meters, tall for a female—it looked much the same as it had back then.
Her chest was flat as a Paladin’s should be. Breasts only got in the way during combat, presenting the enemy with a sensitive target. She thanked Purity that hers were almost nonexistent, the nipples a pale, innocent pink that blended into the white of her skin. Glancing further down she noted that her hips were narrow and strong and her sex was barely noticeable—a colorless slit between her thighs. This was as it should be. Her body was strong—fit to fight—and that was all K ever asked of it. Nothing else was required.
K looked around. There was a flat metal panel bolted to one wall of the room. A viewscreen? It wasn’t transmitting anything at the moment and in its shiny surface she saw her face. The image staring back at her seemed strangely vulnerable without the cowl of the skinsuit to frame it. The thick blue-black cable of her hair—the only soft part of her—was still coiled in a braid at the back of her neck and her black-on-black eyes marked her level and achievements.
All Purists had black irises—it was a trait of their people. But as they progressed toward true Purity the black bled outward, obscuring the white sclera. It was a slow process and painful—it had cost K much to get where she was today with only a thin white ring around the outer perimeter of her eyes. When she reached the fifth level and surrendered herself completely to Purity even that would be gone. She would be as cold and empty as space itself, hollow inside. A vessel filled with holy nothingness. It was what every Purist worked for tirelessly, though few achieved it.
There was one who had achieved it though—the High Sentinel. He had taken an early interest in K, making her his protégé despite her routine origin, a fact that would have pleased her immensely if she had still been subject to strong emotions. A Paladin of her level was not, however.
The capacity for feelings was lessened as the black within a Paladin’s eyes grew until only cool, pure reason remained. Being devoid of violent emotions kept one from making rash decisions in battle or giving in to hysteria. At the moment K was grateful for the cool nothingness she felt within. That and her training were the only things that kept her from leaping off the table she found herself on and running from the room in a blind panic.
K took a deep breath and tried to think steadying thoughts. The High Sentinel came to mind again, as well as the last words he had said to her. Her head throbbed as the memory came back in a rush…
“You appear to have everything in order, Commander K.” The Sentinel’s pale face looked up at K from the com-link on her wrist. Though he was a Paladin of the highest level he wore no skinsuit. He needed none—his eyes had been completely black since before K had been expelled from the artificial womb that had birthed her in the newlife center.
“I thank you, Sentinel.” K inclined her head to him, a mark of respect. “My squad is ready and the ship is primed to attack.”
“You have the Erian filth in your sites?’
“We do. Our sensors show a small party only and the ship has no weapons—they should present no major difficulties. We will board them shortly.”
“Good. Kill on contact, Commander. Take no prisoners.”
K raised an eyebrow. All her life she had been taught that the natives of Eros were evil, decadent, depraved. Why else were the Purists at war with them? But to enter an unarmed ship and slaughter all those aboard…
“Forgive me, Sentinel,” she said, trying to pick her words carefully. “But they are, as I said, unarmed. There would be no honor in the kills.”
“No honor except ridding the universe of more Erian filth. They must be purged in order for Purity to expand—all of them.” His eyes flashed in what might have been anger had he still been capable of feeling or displaying such an emotion.
K tried once more. “The pshalite mines on Midas need new workers. If we engage our hyperdrive we can deliver them in less than—”
“No!” His vehemence surprised her. “The Erians must be purged. They are debauched. Not even fit to be slaves. They would corrupt and contaminate all who came in contact with them. In fact,” He frowned slightly, a white indentation appearing between his black-on-black eyes. “I wish you to take special care, Commander K. You must not even speak to them or allow them to see your face.”
K felt a mild surprise at his orders which seemed extreme. “I will, of course, avoid contamination at all costs, Sentinel.”
“See that you do.” His eyes burned into hers. “I have great plans for you, K. You are the most promising Paladin I have seen come up through the ranks in too many cycles to count.”
“Thank you. I am most gratified by your trust in me.” K felt a mild pleasure and then wished she had not. A Paladin of her level ought to be able to hear the grimmest news or most lavish praise without even a hint of emotion. Still, she would get there soon if she progressed as the Sentinel expected.
“You have earned it. When you return to Athena I think you will be ready to take the fifth level trials.”
Another faint surge of pleasure made her clench her jaw. “I had not thought to be ready for that for another two cycles.”
“Oh, you’re ready, K. You must be. We can wait no longer for—” He broke off abruptly. “Just see that you dispatch the Erians quickly and with minimal contact. Then set a course back to Athena.”
“I will do as you say.” K nodded again.
“Very well. Do not fail me, Commander K. Sentinel out.” His image flickered and disappeared with a faint hum.
K closed the com-link and stepped into the command area of her ship to look at the vessel on the viewscreen. It was clearly from Eros. The sleek pink sides made of gallixium, a metal found only on the fifth planet from the Prometheus system’s yellow sun, glimmered softly in the cool black of space. What it was doing here, on the far side of Minotaur which was mostly inhabited by ravenous reptilian beasts, was a mystery. But mystery or not, it was not Purist and therefore must be purged.
“Get ready to engage,” K told her pilot. “Our orders are to kill on contact and leave no survivors.”
The pilot turned, clearly surprised. “But, Commander. The pshalite mines—we were told that every available slave is needed.”
“You heard me, Six.” K gave him a slight frown to signal her displeasure. “These orders come directly from the High Sentinel himself. Purge them all.”
There was a faint murmur around the command area as the rest of the purge squad took this in. It wasn’t the killing that bothered them—K was certain of that. Paladins were trained to kill without mercy or emotion from an early age. Waste, however, was shameful and not in keeping with the concept of Purity.
At the moment there was a push for more pshalite, the mineral that fueled the hyperdrives of most interstellar ships. Rumors filtering down through the ranks spoke of a massive campaign in the making. Possibly one that would encompass the entire Prometheus system. K didn’t know about that—it was not her place to know. She only knew that she must follow the High Sentinel’s orders without question. To do anything less meant both dishonor and death.
“Four and Five,” she snapped at her gunners. “When we board them I’ll want you on my right flank. Three and Two on the left. One, you’re bringing up the rear. Six will remain with the ship as always and plot a course for home.” She nodded at her pilot. “Take us the fastest route possible, Six. I want a straight line trajectory back to Athena.”
The pilot frowned slightly. “Your pardon, Commander K, but that will take us much closer to Colossus than is safe. Maybe if we were to detour and pass by Pan instead—”
“I said the fastest route, not the safest route, Six,” K admonished him. “Do you fear the giants so much you would yield to cowardice?”
His chin snapped up and he glared at her. “I fear nothing. I feel nothing, Commander.” The Paladin’s code.
“Clearly you do or you wouldn’t keep questioning my orders, Six. Plot the course and be ready to engage the moment we finish with the Erian vessel.”
“Commander, please, I do not fear for myself. But you are too valuable to risk. I—” Six had risen from his seat and now he took a step toward her. His eyes were full of some emotion K couldn’t read and his hand…his hand was outstretched as though to touch her.
Though the thick black webbing of their skinsuits covered both his hand and her arm the gesture was still completely unacceptable. Contact was forbidden, a fact that was drummed into every Paladin, male or female, from the moment they were assisted from the artificial womb by the birthing mechanoid. That Six would eventhink of touching her, let alone act to do so, was a grave offense.
“Remember your place, Paladin.” K amplified her commanding contralto through her suit, making it sharp enough to cause pain. “You dare to approach me so?”
“Forgive me, Commander. It was only my regard for you that made me forget myself.” Six stopped abruptly, his hand dropping to his side. His cowl was down and K could see that his cheeks and the tips of his ears were red with embarrassment.
“Allowing yourself such emotions, even for your commander, is unbecoming and inappropriate,” she told him. “Admitting them aloud is even more shameful. Return to your seat, Six and let’s hear no more about it.”
He nodded silently and did as she commanded. K watched, frowning slightly. She wouldn’t have tolerated such a show of emotion or his endless questioning if it were not for his extraordinary skills as a pilot. It was strange since the rest of the squad had all been part of his birthgroup and none of them showed much ability at flying. However, it happened so sometimes. K herself was the eleventh of twenty-six and though all of her birthgroup had been genetically engineered for leadership, she had far surpassed the others—those that had survived to adulthood, anyway. None of the rest of them was more than a second level Paladin and none had their own purge squad as she did.
The High Sentinel’s voice rang in her head. I have great plans for you, K. Yes, and she intended to be worthy of those plans and his trust in her.
“Now.” She nodded at Six again. “Bring us in fast. They won’t know what hit them.” There was the faint vibration as their ion grappling hooks dug into the sides of the Erian vessel and began to pull it close. “Shields up,” K barked but there was no reaction from the pale pink vessel. It floated in their grasp inactive, glistening like a polished shell in the black void, waiting for K’s next move.
K allowed herself a frown of concern. This wasn’t right—wasn’t normal. The Erian ship should be a bubbling cauldron of frantic activity. They should be hailing her ship and suing for peace or at the very least calling for help but the sensors didn’t detect so much as a single distress cry.
K thought of hailing them herself but no, the High Sentinel had specifically warned against face-to-face contact. She wasn’t sure why since the Erians were descended from the inhabitants of Earth-that-was, the same as the Purists. Though they were clearly inferior stock and had allowed themselves to become wanton and excessive as the Purists had not, K didn’t think their depravity could spread through viewscreen contact and a few words exchanged. Still, the High Sentinel’s word was law.
“Why do they sit there like that?” murmured One. “They aren’t even trying to escape—their life buoy is still attached.”
“Maybe it’s disabled,” Three said. “Sensors show an increase in heart rates among all aboard. Clearly they fear us.”
“As they should.” K raised her voice and addressed them all. “Purge squad, are you ready for battle?”
They answered as one. “We are ready, Commander. We fear nothing. We feel nothing.”
“Good.” K pressed the pressure tab behind her right ear. The cowl of her skinsuit slid over her face, forming an airtight seal that doubled as a helmet. She could see out but no one else could see in. Her features were completely obscured allowing her to be the faceless, anonymous instrument of Purity she had been born and bred to be. “Let’s go.”
The squad moved smoothly into formation around her and K heard the hum of their weapons being primed. She carried no external machines of death herself. The plasma gauntlets strapped over the forearms of her skinsuit were more powerful than any pulse pistol or smart gun. They were so deadly, in fact, that only a fourth level Paladin or higher could control them effectively. K thumbed them on and felt the familiar sharp pain as the needles in her suit dug into her flesh. Immediately she was flooded with the cool nothingness of Purity, all her emotions utterly purged at once.
This is how it will be, she thought as the squad marched through the metal corridor that led to the airlock. Their pneumodrill had already bored a hole in the side of the Erian ship and they had only to cross over and take them. When I am fifth level, when I have passed the trials and I stand at the High Sentinel’s right hand. When my eyes are perfectly black without even the thinnest ring of white, I will never feel again. I will be as cold as space. Filled with Purity.
The thought brought neither sadness nor satisfaction with it which was just as it should be. The High Sentinel had been right—K was ready for her fifth level trials. She was closer to Purity than even she had suspected. And after she purged the Erians and fed their bodies to the cleansing blackness of deep space, she would return home and embrace it completely.
The airlock cycled with a hiss and the purge squad assumed fighting stances all around her. K stood solid and steady, taller than all of them, even the males, and readied herself for the assault. The lock swung open, revealing the gaping, jagged hole in the hull of the Erian ship. And then—
K shook her head as the memory dissolved into blurs and blackness. What had happened to her? How had she gone from her own ship with her purge squad in formation around her and the familiar safety of her skinsuit to this? Naked and possibly contaminated in the middle of this bare little room with only her own image in the inactive viewscreen for company. The dull, dented silver door panel had a blinking red light at its top—a clear indication that it was locked. If she’d had her suit and plasma gauntlets she could’ve blasted through it with no problem. As it was, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.
Have to find a way out of here. K slid off the table and tried to stand on shaky legs. The long black braid of her hair uncoiled from the base of her neck with the motion and slid over one shoulder. Silky ends brushed against the bare skin of her wounded thigh, making her wince. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt anything but her suit’s protective webbing in that area.
From her first fitting at the age of nine cycles the skinsuit had never left K’s body. It grew with her, hardening into armor that kept her safe in battle and molding itself to the contours of her body to cradle her at night. It fed her nutrients through its needles and kept her hydrated even in the driest conditions. K looked longingly down at her forearms. A row of tiny white scars ran up the inside of each one, reminding her of her loss. Already she missed the comforting sting of her suit’s injections.
Where is it? I’d have a lot better chance of getting out of here if I had it on. Yes, and the skinsuit would hide the stitches that marked her as possibly contaminated. No one would ever have to know…
Immediately K was ashamed of her thoughts. If she had been contaminated by the touch of another she would have to be cleansed—a rigorous and painful process performed in the temple of Purity on the Purist home world of Athena. The priests of Purity—the Sage-kind—would execute the necessary ritual. Unless, of course, there had been prolonged contact in which case no cleansing was possible.
K shivered and pushed the thought away. She looked at her thigh again. How much time had it taken to place that long row of orderly black stitches? Whose hand had done the deed? On Athena a medical mechanoid would have done the work but K didn’t think that was the case here. The stitches were neat but not completely uniform—there were tiny variations in the length and spacing that indicated a human touch. And it wasn’t just the stitches. Who had removed her suit? How much had they touched her to get it off? Can’t worry about that now. Have to find it and get out of here.
Leaving the sturdiness of the exam table took more effort than K liked. Why was she so weak? Her head throbbed and the room spun around her, threatening to throw her down on the scuffed metal floor. More through force of will than anything else she managed to stay upright—barely. She stumbled a few short steps across the room and reached for the nearest set of metal cabinets, grimly determined to conduct her search. Yanking them open she found plenty of medical supplies—gauze pads, hemolysers, insti-coagulents—all wrapped in plasti-seal, but no suit. Swearing under her breath, K moved methodically to the next set of cupboards and found more of the same.
She was shivering continuously now and not only from cold. Something was wrong—she needed her suit.They must have put it somewhere…it has to be here somewhere…
“If you’re looking for your suit it isn’t here.”
The deep voice behind her made K’s heart jump. She whirled around unsteadily and had to grab the nearest counter to stop from falling. She looked up…and up and up. The man standing in the doorway had to be almost three meters in height with the heavy musculature to match his massive frame. Spiky brown hair framed the light-on-white eyes of the Impure—his irises were a strange bluish-green color K had never seen before. But it wasn’t his eyes that worried her as much as his size. His shoulders were more than twice as broad as her own and his huge hands were balled into fists at his sides. There was only one thing he could be.
A giant.
October 16, 2015
Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3) is available on Audiobook!
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One Woman, Two Hot Guys, A Galaxy of Problems…
Kat O’Connor is no pushover. She’s a no nonsense girl with a commonsense approach to life. But there’s nothing common about what’s happening to her lately…
First she was forced to have a kinky mind ménage with two of the hottest and most irritating men in the galaxy—Twin Kindred warriors, Deep and Lock—in order to locate her kidnapped friend. Then she couldn’t get their feelings out of her head. And now she’s on her way to their home planet, Twin Moons, to find a cure for the debilitating illness their unorthodox joining caused, when all she really wants to do is go home.
Locks Tight, the light twin of the two, is already in love with Kat. Her curvy plus-sized body is the epitome of beauty on his home planet and her sharp mind makes her doubly attractive. But though he fell for her the moment he saw her, Twin Kindred are unable to mate a woman alone. Lock knows nothing can happen between them without his brother…
Stabs Deep. The dark twin has a secret agony in his past—a tragedy he feels he and he alone is to blame for. He too, hungers for Kat, but he hides his fear of rejection behind an impenetrable wall of angry sarcasm. For if he lets anyone get too close, the unbearable pain he has already endured once may happen again.
Now Kat and her twin warriors are on a quest—but they’re all looking for different things. Kat wants to find a way to dissolve the half-formed bond between them so she can be alone in her own head again. Lock wants to convince both her and his brother to complete the bond which will keep them together forever. And Deep is trying to protect his heart and love Kat from afar…though it grows more and more difficult to deny the hunger he feels for her growing inside him.
Their travels will take them from the uncharted wilds of Twin Moons to the Deadworld of the Scourge home planet. Will Kat find a cure for having other people’s emotions crowding her mind? Will Lock convince his brother and the woman they both love that they’re all meant to be together forever? And will Deep ever unshield his heart long enough to let Kat in?
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Kat was floating.
Not in the disembodied sense. This time she could feel her body, her limbs heavy with unspeakable exhaustion, her skin tender to touch.
She wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings but one thing was clear—someone was taking care of her.
Gentle hands lifted her into warm water and strong arms held her securely while someone else washed her hair. The sensations were so soothing she wanted to drift away to sleep. But I am asleep, aren’t I? If not, why can’t I wake up?
The same hands dried her off and put a straw between her lips. Kat sucked reflexively and a delicious, fruity flavor that seemed to be a cross between watermelon, strawberry, and some other fruit she couldn’t name filled her mouth.
“That’s right, my lady,” a deep, somehow familiar voice murmured. “Drink deeply. Nourish yourself. It’s almost time to attempt the bond.”
What bond? Kat wanted to ask, but she was stuck, held in the same, strange limbo she sensed she’d been in for days. Was it a coma? They said that people in comas retained some consciousness and heard everything that was said to them. But would she be able to drink from a straw if she was truly unconscious? Kat didn’t think so. It was all very confusing.
She finished the drink and someone fluffed a pillow behind her head and drew a light blanket over her naked body. “Sleep now,” the familiar voice murmured. “I must tend to my brother. He’s almost healed so maybe next time…”
But he didn’t finish what he was saying.
“Next time what?” Kat wanted to demand. But she felt so warm and comfortable she couldn’t be bothered to form the words. Instead she slid into darkness and let herself dream.
***
“You’re healing well.” Lock eyed the broad expanse of his twin’s back critically. “Of course, there will be scars. Extensive scars, I’m afraid.”
Deep, who was sitting at the edge of the large bed they shared, grunted noncommittally. “All warriors have scars.”
“Most get them in battle, though.” Gently, Lock smoothed some of the healing lotion Mother L’rin had given them over his brother’s wounds. Most of them were nothing but pinkish-white lines now, criss-crossing the tan expanse of Deep’s back. The wise woman had been right—he was healing remarkably quickly. His body, anyway. Lock feared that he would carry the memory of the beating with him forever. Not that he would admit to caring about such a thing—or anything for that matter. “Do you want to help me attend Kat again tonight?” he asked, changing the subject.
Deep frowned. “She’s not going to be happy when she finds out we’ve been bathing her while she’s unconscious, you know.”
“We drape towels over her to preserve her modesty,” Lock protested. “Besides, we’re only acting on Mother L’rin’s orders. She said Kat needed to spend plenty of time in the bathing pool —warm water is healing.”
“Kat won’t see it like that,” Deep predicted sourly. “She’ll think it’s a violation. And she’ll think the same thing about completing the soul bond.”
“We have to complete the bond. Nothing else will heal her fractured spirit.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be healed. Maybe she’d rather be dead than bonded to the two of us,”
Deep snapped. “Did you ever think about that?”
“I know what you’re thinking but Kat isn’t like that. She isn’t like her,” Lock said in a low voice.
“So you say.” Deep frowned moodily.
“We swore to Sophia and Olivia that we would do everything in our power to protect and heal Kat,” Lock reminded his brother.
“We’re doing a wonderful job so far, aren’t we?” Deep snarled. “We’re the reason she’s sick in the first place. We should never have used her as a focus. Never let ourselves feel…” He shook his head.
“It’s too late for those regrets now,” Lock said softly, dabbing more lotion on his brother’s back.
He could feel how tense Deep was—could see it in the way his broad shoulders bunched with misery.
The emotion echoed inside his heart, making him ache for his twin. “All we can do is try to heal her, to undo the damage we’ve done.”
“By completing a soul bond with a female who never wants to take the next step and make the physical bond with us as well? What good will it do any of us to have half a bond?” Deep demanded.
“It will heal the lady Kat,” Lock said firmly, trying to ignore his own fears. “That’s all that matters right now.”
Deep sighed and his broad shoulders slumped.
“Have it your way, Brother. But don’t be surprised if she wants nothing to do with you—with either one of us—when this is over.”
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