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October 29, 2013
Book Spotlight & #Giveaway – The Christmas Key by @ChacelynPierce #holidayromance
The Christmas Key
by Chacelyn Pierce
Dumped before vacation, Shalaine Harper goes to Alaskan to drown out her sorrows on wine, watching Xander Christian films, and using a toasty fire to burn away the hurt. As one of Xander’s biggest fans, fate deals her a strange hand when the Hollywood star is blown in before a snow storm.
Xander Christian finds himself stuck in Alaska and the closest safe haven is a cabin occupied by a woman dealing with heartache. Since neither bear gifts, they’ll have to find other means for sharing the holiday spirit.
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Excerpt:
Shalaine Harper swiveled in her office seat after making the last editorial note on the article she’d penned on the opening box-office hit, Tiding Sun. The A-list movie starred Xander Christian, the exotic Adonis who made any sane woman’s panties drop when he licked those kissable lips. He caused heart palpitations for the millions of horny women across the globe. Though his movies as of late hadn’t been his best work, she still gave him an A for effort.
Diehard fan that she was, Shalaine couldn’t help but give him high marks on her movie reviews. Even if they deserved a lower grade, she couldn’t bring herself to scribble anything lower than a B. Her eyes drifted to the hanging poster for Tiding Sun on her office wall. It was now her favorite face shot of Xander. His blue-green eyes captivated her first; they always did. It was no wonder teenage girls fantasized about him more than any famous teeny-bopper. Though she wasn’t a teenage girl, she couldn’t help but sigh like a lovesick puppy. Her mind recollected the steamy scene he’d had with Jess Gilmore in the hayloft. His raciest scene yet. The supporting actresses didn’t know how good they had it, to kiss X. Chris and taste his mouth. Heaven. That’s what it had to be like. Pure heaven. She tore her gaze way from the framed beauty and got back to work on making him look as good on paper as he did onscreen.
The Reviewer was a very prestigious magazine that focused on box-office hits and celebrities. They looked toward her to cover all X. Christian-related movie releases. Everyone in the office teased her and nicknamed her complimentary articles on him as Shalaine’s X. Chris or Double-X articles. Adding a few more raunchy words into her reviews would lead many women into an orgasmic state and mean a quick firing on her part. She was just a few words shy of making it a XXX feature worthy of Playgirl Magazine. Might be worth it though.
Running out of time, Shalaine. Get the article done.
She looked at a photo on her desk for inspiration. It was a sketchy shot of Nathan and her in Cozumel. There was lots of sizzling sex in the air that week and to date, it was the best time they’d ever had together. Three years had gone by fast and she expected Nathan to pop the question any day now. Maybe he’d do it when they arrived at the small rental cottage in Alaska. Shalaine enjoyed their vacations together; it was the only time they could be uninterrupted. Since they rarely got to spend time together, it was a set plan for them to have quality time a few times year. While in Alaska, neither of them would let work dictate their schedules and they could work on their relationship. She glanced at the clock. Three more hours and she’d leave New York for a full week. Overjoyed didn’t even cover it; she was stimulated.
Stimulated.
She jotted that word on a sticky note to fit into her article somewhere just as her office phone rang.
“Shalaine Harper,” she said wistfully, thinking of snow, cabin sex with Nathan, and fire cuddles. She could almost smell the woodsy scents and hear the wildlife.
“Hey, Shay, it’s me.” Nathan’s glum tone set off warning bells.
“What’s up?” She tried to convey her good mood to him over the phone.
Three hours, baby, don’t crumble on me now.
“I can’t go to Alaska.”
She lost her breath at his words. “What? Nathan, we’ve planned this trip for months! Go tell your boss to get over not seeing you for a week; it won’t kill him.” She threw her pen across the desk but reached for it again, needing something in her hand. He sighed and paused for a minute, leaving open air on both their lines.
“Non-refundable tickets, Nathan,” she reminded him.
“I know, I know. Let me rephrase then…I can’t go to Alaska with you.” He mumbled the last part as if he had to muster the strength to get the words out.
A lot of things filled Shalaine’s head at that very moment, none of them good, but in a small voice, all she could ask was, “Why?” “Because I can’t do this anymore!”
“Do what, Nathan?” She tried not to grit her teeth, a bad habit she’d been trying to break. “What are you talking about? You can’t do what?”
“Us! Seems like all you have time for is just our vacations. You’re either at a big movie premier in L.A, an interview in some exotic destination I’ll never see, or having drinks with movie stars. I can’t…I just can’t anymore. It’s not the same as it used to be, plus…plus, I’ve met someone else. I want to spend my Christmas with her.”
Author Bio:
A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise that she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn’t personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters, she works as a dog groomer.
Carpe Diem Amoris
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October 27, 2013
Exclusive Excerpt from DARK ANGEL by @TJBennettAuthor & $20 Amazon/B&N GC #Giveaway
Dark Angel
by TJ Bennett
When young widow Catherine Briton is washed ashore, the sole survivor of a violent shipwreck, all she wants is to go home to London. But injured as she is, she can’t escape when a shadowy stranger rescues her and takes her to his castle—where she’s healed with suspicious, almost magical speed.
The more time Catherine spends in the castle, the more her curiosity rises where her fiercely handsome new “master,” Gerard, is concerned. As she begins to investigate, though, her discoveries only bring more questions. It seems Gerard isn’t the only one on the island keeping secrets…
The small town is full of strange mysteries and townspeople who know more than they should about her. And when a hulking beast that stalks the nearby hills and valleys catches up to her, Catherine must figure out what’s going on before it’s too late.
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Excerpt:
In this scene from Dark Angel, my heroine Catherine Briton, a former nurse who served in the Crimean Theater with Florence Nightingale, has just washed up on the shore of Ynys Nos, an island somewhere in the middle of the Irish Sea—or so she believes.
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Twilight was bleeding into the darker black of night. Shouting in the distance made me turn my head. It pounded ruthlessly, bringing on an almost overwhelming nausea. Fighting it back, I blinked hard. A rush of wind rose above the sound of the waves and a shadow passed over me.
I tried to follow the shadow with my eyes. The mist parted, and for a moment, I saw something move along the edge of the shoreline: a sleek, powerful beast, its fur black as midnight, its pale gaze fixed on me, its enormous body swaying as it stalked closer.
Fear possessed me, made me dimwitted with terror.
My vision wavered again, and a dark form loomed over me. I tried to scream, certain the beast was about to lunge for me, but my lungs would not draw breath. I turned to face it, but the creature was gone. Instead, a man was there, reaching for me, his large hands clasping mine and pulling me just beyond the waterline and up onto the beach.
“I have you,” he shouted.
He hung over me, sheltering me from the biting wind. Intense eyes beneath a slash of dark brows stared down at me from a lean, striking face—a face hewn out of wilderness and shadows, more frightening than beautiful, and yet somehow both.
I closed my eyes.
It did not matter who he was. I was safe.
“How in bloody hell are you here?” The deep voice above me sounded utterly perplexed. “How the devil did you accomplish it?”
I coughed out more water and said the only thing that came to mind. “Please do not—swear at me, sir.” A spasm of pain seized me, and I flinched.
“Well,” said the bemused voice. “You’ve spirit, at least. Good. You will need it.”
My tenacious grip on consciousness loosened, and I fought to retain it. I looked up at him with a sense of urgency pushing me on. I had to warn him. “A wild animal…I think—it might attack…”
His unblinking gaze reminded me of the creature’s fixed stare. “There was no animal when I arrived. You must have imagined it in your distress.”
“But—”
“I must move you,” he said. “Be brave.”
He lifted me and I cried out, my side screaming in agony.
He shifted me in his arms, tucking my head beneath his chin, warming me with his body heat.
Memories assailed me of the captain’s terrified face, of the futile push of oars against a raging sea, of bodies tumbling past mine in the water, of someone reaching out, capturing my hands, dragging me to the surface—
I struggled to lift my head and battle back the darkness long enough to ask him about my fellow passengers. My throat was raw with the seawater I had swallowed. I forced my head up. “Did you…save the others?”
He paused in midstride, then resumed walking. I heard the great weariness in his voice when he spoke again.
“There are no others.”
Author bio:
TJ Bennett has been writing for publication since 2000, but she’s been interested in it a lot longer than that. It wasn’t the best of books that got her writing, however; it was the worst. After slamming one particularly awful novel against the wall and complaining to her husband, “I can do better than that,” he challenged her to “just do it.” That was all the encouragement she needed.Since then, TJ has placed in over a dozen literary contests, including the Pacific Northwest Writers Association’s mixed-genre contest, the Daphne du Maurier mystery contest, the Holt Medallion, the Book Buyers Best, and many others. In 2005, she received a nomination in RWA’s Golden Heart paranormal category for her novel, Dreamweaver. In 2006, The Justice Seeker, a paranormal romance about an alien cop, received first, second, and third place, respectively, in the three well-known and highly respected contests in which it was entered. Her first published novel, The Legacy, a historical romance set in Early Reformation Germany about the destructive nature of secrets, was released in April 2008 (Medallion Press). Her second, The Promise, a follow on to The Legacy, was released in May 2009.
TJ has been a judge for several contests, including the Golden Pen, the Emily, the Golden Heart, and the RITA, and she has led plotting and characterization workshops for several writers’ groups. She also served as the editor for the Los Angeles Romance Authors award-winning newsletter, The LARA Confidential, as well as contributing several articles.
Her varied background includes extensive travel in her youth as a military dependent in Europe; being president of her own consulting business for several years, where she used the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator to help CEOs and managers develop successful work teams; and working thirteen years as a civilian contract negotiator for the US Air Force, buying multi-million dollar satellite and weapons systems.
She returned to her first love of writing in 2000. Armed with a BA and an MA in English, she also taught college level English and edits dissertations and novels.
TJ knows a lot about the black moments of life, and uses that knowledge to enhance her writing. She believes that nothing is ever lost, and no painful experience is in vain: it’s all research.
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October 26, 2013
Book Spotlight – Mocha, Moonlight, and Murder by MaryAnn Kempher #romsusp #romsuspense
Mocha, Moonlight, and Murder
MaryAnn Kempher
Instead of feeding her late-night appetite, a midnight food run nearly gets 28-year-old Katherine O’Brian killed. She’s the only person to see the man who brutally murdered a local woman, and the killer is hell-bent on making sure she doesn’t talk.
Scott Mitchell left a broken engagement behind when he moved to Reno, and the last thing he needs is more melodrama. But when he and Katherine are paired for a college project, that’s what he gets. It can be very distracting when someone is out to kill your lab partner. Together, they try to figure out what the police haven’t been able to—the identity of the murderer. Passion flares, but with Katherine’s life in danger, romance seems like more than a bad idea.
Scott and Katherine will face jealousy, misunderstandings, lust, and rivals, not to mention attempted murder—and all before their first real date.
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Author Bio:
MaryAnn Kempher’s writing is infused with romance and mystery. Her love of romance stories goes back to her teen years spent living in Reno NV where Mocha, Moonlight, and Murder is set. MaryAnn’s travels have taken her to beautiful cities in Italy, Southeast Asia and the sultry desert country of Qatar. She met her husband on one of her romantic misadventures. She has two children andcurrently lives in Florida where she and her family share their home with two dogs and a cat. Her writing influences include favorite authors Jane Austen and Agatha Christie. She’s also a huge fan of the Hercule Poirot mysteries. Her guilty pleasures include any and all sweets, including a good cup of Mocha.
For more about MaryAnn Kempher, visit http://mkempher.com
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October 25, 2013
#MySexySaturday – A clone who looks like her husband in MADE FOR HER #scifirom #eroticromance
Hi peeps! It’s the 21st week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details:
every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words,
sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
Here’s seven from MADE FOR HER, an erotic sci-fi military romance.
Mikayla lounged on the couch after returning from a month in Geneva, learning how her husband’s research had been used to supply the US government with clones. She’d visited the incubation chambers as knowledge flowed into the minds of the children through tubes and wires, and she met Daniel’s “siblings.” They were more like his brothers since they shared most of the same DNA, but each had been altered during in-vitro to eliminate genetic diseases and enhance other abilities, especially his intelligence. Thirty-five clones of Daniel had been created, and she’d met ten of them.
The entire trip opened her eyes as to how the clones were engineered and brought back the ache in her heart. She missed Daniel so much. He had been her best friend, the one she’d confided all of her secrets to, and now she had no one.
A knock interrupted her memories. She opened the front door and considered closing it again when she saw who it was.
“Colonel Jones, I know I’m not supposed to be here, but please, I beg you to hear me out.”
The clone who resembled her husband glanced around, then centered his attention on her. “Now that you’ve returned, I’m desperately hoping you’ll be back to instruct our squadron in the morning.”
She wouldn’t. She’d asked to be reassigned for the exact reason before her. She felt her heart race. Beads of sweat formed across the back of her neck. Unlike the other genetically modified Daniels, D32 was the only one to look exactly like her late husband. He and Daniel had the same large and broad build that had always made her feel safe, never threatened. His blond hair made a buzz-cut look good on his perfectly shaped head, and his eyes…they were such an intense blue that she became lost in them if she stared too long. Flashbacks of her and Daniel in bed flooded her mind, and she shook them away. The man in front of her was a clone. And she needed him to leave. “D32, what are you doing here?”
“Dare.”
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October 24, 2013
Book Spotlight: Read an excerpt from DIRTY TRICKS by @XandraJames #OneWickedWeekend
Dirty Tricks
by Xandra James
Blurb: She wanted revenge. He wanted her.
Cat was desperate, but pretending to be a ghost to stop the renovation on the neighbouring manor house was a new low even for her. All she needed to do, though, was slow down the renovation and figure out a way to make the owner pay for stealing her family home years before. Simple.
Everything was perfect until a new guy arrived on site, turning her plans for revenge upside down, and her body to a puddle of lusty mush. But when she finds out the secret he’s been keeping, will their attraction be strong enough to hold them together? Or will family ties tear them apart?
Warning: This story contains a large orange cat called Elvis, a fake ghost called Cat, a sizzling hot romance, and may cause you to crack a smile.
Excerpt:
Elvis, her cat, nuzzled her foot once more and sat staring at her expectantly. She reached over and stroked him, knowing exactly what he wanted. The cat, bless all his fifteen pounds, was a water critter. If she was in the bath, he wanted in. If he wasn’t such a scaredy cat and realised there was a world outside the back garden, he’d have loved the sea just a couple of hundred metres from the end of her long garden. Yesterday he’d already jumped in to the pool, swimming around the two foot deep plastic expanse.
“Come on, baby.” Her orange monster jumped into her arms and she gently placed him in the water. He was probably as hot as she was. She splashed water over him, enjoying his enthusiasm.
“You do realise there’s a giant hamster in your kiddie pool, right?” The voice startled her and she scrambled around to see a man, standing not a couple of metres behind her, next to her petunias, dressed in a suit. Then all hell broke loose.
Elvis didn’t like men’s voices. The beast jumped up, scrambling to climb the two foot tall wall of plastic, looking like a drowned rat with his long, wet fur clinging to his body and claws that would rival Wolverine’s.
She heard a rip and then she was in a rush of water sliding the couple of metres across her lawn and towards the feet of the newcomer. Cat finally stopped, her ass up in the air and her thick hair, unclipped and around her face.
Catherine sat motionless for a few seconds, not quite believing what had just happened. Elvis mewed at the backdoor to be let in, and a soft, deep laugh began behind her. Cat didn’t know whether to cry at losing her pool, or come out swinging when she listened to that sexy sound coming from the mystery stranger standing above her.
Collecting herself and adjusting the strap to her too tight swim suit, she sat up and turned, staring at the stranger who was now belly laughing at her, his hands braced against his thighs.
Temper rising, she impatiently waited until the laughter subsided. Cat pushed her hair back from her face and adjusted her skewy sunglasses until she could actually see properly. Ignoring the fact he was a blond God, she narrowed her eyes. “Just who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing in my garden?”
His grin widened and Cat told herself not to be distracted by the very attractive laughter lines around his eyes. “I’m visiting next door.”
That calmed her anger down a little. She looked at him with more curiosity now. “Do you work for Marshall Senior?”
He considered her for a second before answering. “I’m here to try and get the house completed on time and on budget.”
“Well, I guess you’ve heard all the rumours about the house?” Cat said it conversationally, trying to gauge exactly what this guy knew and how she could play on it.
“Ghostly happenings, you mean?” His smile didn’t quite meet his eyes now and Cat felt completely exposed as his gaze travelled down the length of her, still sitting on the floor. “I can assure you, Miss—?”
“Wakely. Catherine Wakely.”
“Miss Wakely, I intend to get to the bottom of whoever is trying to discourage the build.” His blue eyes sparkled as he stared her down and Cat could’ve sworn he already knew the cause of all the mischief, despite her being a careful saboteur. His eyes narrowed a little as their gazes locked and held for a few moments. He wasn’t buying in to all the spooky stuff, apparently.
Well, she might have embarrassed herself in front of him, but the war wasn’t lost just yet.
“There’ve been sightings of a woman in white over at the manor for years. But if you’re convinced you can get to the bottom of it, good luck, Mr—?” Cat made sure to stick her nose up in the air, despite her disadvantaged state.
“Just call me Jay. And I think I can handle the woman in white—whoever she may be.”
“Well, good luck, Jay. I think you’re going to need it.” Cat climbed to her feet, slipping slightly on the sodden grass. His hand reached for her but she dodged it, straightening herself on her own. “Now if you’ll excuse me?” She walked tall towards her house, well aware that her new sexy enemy was watching her every move and was probably seeing her old swimming costume ride high into her curvy backside, too.
“Come along, Elvis,” she whispered as she bent to pick up the soaked animal. “We need to up our game, don’t you think? The mean man doesn’t know what’s gonna hit him, does he, baby?” The animal gave a short, sharp meow in response and she bent to kiss his bedraggled head.
“You need to keep that cat under control. He’s a menace to polite society.” Catherine wanted to ignore his taunt as she opened the back door, stepped inside and almost slipped on the kitchen tiled floor, but she couldn’t.
“Piss off out of my garden!” Cat shouted back at him before she slammed the door, putting the cat down on the cool tiles.
Oh, she was going to enjoy tormenting him. And Cat was going to take a whole lot of pleasure in doing so.
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Author Bio:
Multi-published author, Xandra James, has always wanted to write romance books. Even when she was sneaking peaks at the hot bits, too young to fully appreciate them, she dreamt of writing her own.
Now, older and wiser, she’s got the opportunity to project her slightly dark and wacky, British sense of humour onto others, whilst still writing the hot bits – bonus!
When not writing, Xandra is thinking of excuses as to why she shouldn’t be doing the housework, looking after a husband and cats that refuse to pick up after themselves and climbing the mountain in her house that’s affectionately called her tbr pile.
She currently holds the crown for Queen Procrastinator – something she’s very proud of – so you can usually find her online, somewhere, when she really should be writing.
Adventure…with a dash of romance
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October 22, 2013
Hump Day Hook – Meet Sera from ALIEN ADMIRER #HDH #scifirom #AlienNextDoor
Hello everyone! Today, I’m going to share with you an excerpt
from my upcoming release, Alien Admirer.
Fingering the hem of her shirt, she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the beach. She stepped out of her shorts, then removed her bra and panties, enjoying the quiet moment of freedom. Fate may have stolen her husband from her, but it would not take away times like that when she could be herself. She wasn’t Rob’s widow, or mother to Zach and Melody. Right then, she was just Sera.
Coming in November
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Cover Reveal: Her Deviant Lord by @LaynaPimentel #historicalromance #eroticromance
Her Deviant Lord by Layna Pimentel
Releasing November 11, 2013
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Genre: Historical Erotic Romance
Warning: This book has elements of: light bondage, and ménages.
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Bastian Wycliffe, the Earl of Wendelhem, has finally moved on…or so he thought. En-route to a hunting trip after over-indulging the night before, he endures a frightful and terribly embarrassing swoon. He’s seen a ghost and her name is Cordelia Waite, the Duchess of Downsbury.
Mrs. Weylen, formerly a duchess, has a secret. All it took was the chance meeting in the inn that fateful night for her memories to come back and haunt her. She makes haste returning to London incognito with the intent to clear up misconceptions and to deliver an ultimatum to her former lover.
Yet, when a new found obsession refuses to accept the truth, and her imprisoned husband discovers she’s still alive, their lives and relationship may be in danger. Second chances have never been more precarious.
Related books:
Scandal at Vauxhall (Book One),
A Sinful Education (Book Two)
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BIOGRAPHY
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:
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October 21, 2013
FREE Writing Feedback During the WHW Amazing Race!
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October 20, 2013
Can an Alpha Commander find love with a female slave? BREEDER by @CaraBristol #scifirom
Breeder: Can an Alpha Commander find love with a female slave?
Guest Post By Cara Bristol
Name: Dak
Age: In Terran years, about 35.
Species: Parseon
Position: Alpha. One of only five ruling Commanders on the planet. The highest of the high.
Goal: Maintain peace and stability in his province during a time of growing unrest over the existence of a deviant male/female Enclave.
Closest ally: His anointed beta partner, Corren.
His foes: Too many to count. But topping the list are the other Alphas of Parseon and his own brother who’d tried to have him killed.
Why he decided to purchase a breeder: He needs a son to carry on his legacy, and Omra has never been bred, which guarantees offspring produced will be his. When he’s done with her, he’ll hand her off to Corren. Her purchase had nothing to do with her soothing presence, the curviness of her body, that her eyes are violet like the Parseon moon…
Name: Omra
Age: 20
Species: Parseon
Position: Breeder. As a slave, she has no status in Parseon society.
Goal: Fulfill her function and produce a son. To be purchased by Alpha is only a dream for most females. She didn’t think she’d ever get out of the BCF since the director of the Breeder Containment Center thwarted her purchase because he wanted to continue to “use” her and then sell her to intergalactic traders.
Closest ally: Anika, her BCF cellmate, who sneaked her food after the director curtailed it.
Her foes: The director who has vowed retribution after he was disciplined for dereliction of duty. But her worst enemy? Corren, Alpha’s beta. For reasons she can’t determine, he hates her.
Name: Corren
Age: 30
Species: Parseon
Position: beta, a male of secondary rank, and the anointed domestic partner of Alpha Commander Dak.
Goal: Have himself rightfully re-assigned as alpha. But for a single point on the assessment exam he would have been alpha and would not be forced to bow and scrape to an Alpha unworthy of the title.
Closest allies: The Director of the BCF and Enyi, his secret lover.
His foes: Only one. The breeder drakor (English translation: filthy vermin) that Dak brought home from the BCF. Dak seems uncommonly and perversely attracted to her. She will spoil his plans if he doesn’t do something.
Breeder by Cara Bristol:
To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.
Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and violence, including nonconsensual domestic discipline.
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Breeder Excerpt:
They had halted under a portico, its roof supported by two massive stone pillars. Builders had constructed the lower portion of the main structure from gray Parseon marble, the top half from an opaque reflective material. In keeping with Parseon culture, which valued function over beauty, the edifice formed a square, its corners and walls plumb, with not a single stone misaligned nor a single adornment to soften the starkness except for veins meandering through the marble in an unruly way.
“My domicile,” Alpha announced.
A massive wooden door opened, and a tall man emerged.
Corren, she presumed, and studied him from beneath her lashes.
If not for his insignia and his brown uniform, he could have been mistaken for an alpha. Corded muscles bulged in his arms and rippled across his chest. His hair was of some medium shade, cropped short like an Alpha rather than chin length like a typical beta. He spared her not a glance but focused on the Commander.
Alpha alighted from the conveyance, and the two men embraced in a Bridge of Amity, a sign denoting friendship or a truce, depending on the situation. The Commander clasped Corren’s bare right shoulder, and the beta touched Alpha’s left uniform-covered one, their arms forming a link between them. She studied the two men and redacted her impression of Corren as alpha-like. Next to the Commander, he dwindled in stature and comportment. He stood almost a head shorter, his shoulders were narrower, his musculature puny, his bearing common. But who could compare to Alpha?
“Kianiko?” Alpha asked, in the Parseon greeting used with familiars.
“I am well,” the beta responded. “Kianiko?”
“Excellent. The ride offered a pleasant diversion.”
They broke apart, and Corren retreated. He continued to ignore Omra but eyed the beasts and the sheen of sweat glistening on their coats. “I do not understand why you travel this way. But as you will. I shall have the stable keeper unbridle the animals and tend to their needs.” He paused. “Tell me about the female.”
“She is unbred.”
Corren arched his eyebrows.
Dak yanked up her shift, nudged her legs apart, and flicked at the ring between her legs. The sun felt hot against her exposed sex, the finger that brushed against her warmer still.
Alpha was focused on her, his head bent, so he did not catch the animosity that flashed in Corren’s gaze, but Omra did. She swallowed.
“A fortuitous find for you,” Corren said. Equanimity filled his eyes now.
The Commander let her smock fall. “And for you. She will serve your physical needs when you require release.”
“Thank you.” Corren nodded, but he did not sound at all grateful or appreciative, not to Omra’s ears anyway. “Now I understand why a courier delivered female uniforms this morning. I almost sent them back to the vendor, thinking it an error, but decided to check with you.”
“The articles came? Good. That was fast.”
“You are Alpha,” Corren commented drily. The familiarity Alpha allowed his beta heightened Omra’s respect for the Commander. Secure in his status, he did not dominate for the show of it.
“Indeed.” Alpha’s mouth twitched as he exchanged a glance with his beta. He beckoned to her. “Come.”
Omra scooted to the edge of the seat and jumped to the ground. She stumbled and would have fallen on the stone entry walk except that Alpha caught her elbow and steadied her. “This is my beta, Corren,” he informed her. “You remember what we talked about.”
Obey. She nodded in comprehension.
To Corren he said, “Her name is Omra.”
The beta tightened his lips.
Alpha arched an eyebrow. “You find her lacking?”
“May I speak freely?”
The Commander nodded. “Your opinion is worthy.”
“She appears scrawny and weak bodied, and I predict she will be unable to bear the rigors of domestic labors, let alone produce your progeny.” He sniffed.
Dak blinked. “You sound almost jealous.”
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October 18, 2013
#MySexySaturday – Her personal mission… Enter the 1Night Stand Giveaway! #1NS #scifirom
Hi peeps! It’s the 20th week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details:
every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words,
sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
Today is an extra special My Sexy Saturday, as Decadent Publishing is celebrating the 200th 1Night Stand storybeing published, and I’ve decided to bring the celebration here.
So, here’s seven from my third 1Night Stand story to be published, Unknown Futures.
“Are you ready yet?”
“Almost. I can’t decide between the two outfits I brought with my date in mind.”
“Pick the one that’s the most comfortable.” Or most revealing. Hopefully the clothes would give a better view of her body. She didn’t plan on letting her sit around and look pretty, though. She would get her up on the dance floor and keep her there, letting the music control the rest of their night. And with any luck, Jewel would cancel the date she kept talking about. Lusting over one of her charges probably wasn’t a good idea. She often escorted guests around the space station, but Jewel was the first to stay with her. And she considered it her personal mission to prove to the woman how beautiful she found her.
She gasped as the door slid open.
Jewel emerged, her hair swept up into a loose bun, a few curly tendrils falling down the sides of her face. She wore a purple, lacey camisole, exposing a mouth-watering amount of her soft skin. A black mini-skirt hugged her shapely hips and knee-high black boots gave her added height. Very little makeup adorned her face, leaving her scars exposed. “Do I look okay?” She chewed on her bottom lip.
“Wow! Do you ever.” It was all V could do to keep from reaching out to touch her. No, there’d be plenty of time for that later, if all went well. If she even wants me….
She considered her own attire—black leggings, long silver shirt, and suede boots. She’d worn the same outfit before and had quite a number of Phanties try to pick her up, but she wasn’t after any of them. She wanted the woman in front of her.
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