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June 19, 2015
Face-to-face with her Fantasy Man in HER ALIEN HERO #MySexySaturday #1NightStand @DecadentPub
Hello and welcome to the 97th 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Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.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’s theme is…
OUR SEXY BEST
Here’s seven from HER ALIEN HERO,
on sale for 99¢ through June 22. Enjoy!
Set-up: Melinda had a crush on Cooper Tate during high school and fantasized about him after her family moved away. Now, she’s meeting him again several years later.
Should she take the plunge, risk being late— her biggest pet peeve—or leave? Sure, she wouldn’t have to face rejection, but she’d never know if anything was possible with her longtime fantasy man.
She shuffled the last few feet before knocking on the door. She cringed at the burning sensation in her chest. No meeting had ever mattered more. If this didn’t work out, she would swear off dating forever, conclude she was destined to be alone.
The lock clicked open. She held her breath, anxious about Cooper’s reaction to seeing her again.
The door opened, and she saw him, a wide smile on his face and his eyes sparkling. “Wow, Melinda, you’re even more beautiful than when I lived next to you.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. She bounced on her toes, unable to think of a thing to say. Instead, she waved like a teenage girl with a crush. Not so long ago she had been that girl.
Cooper gestured her inside. “Come in. Our dinner will be here soon, but we have a few minutes to catch up.”
She nodded, her cheeks aching from her perma-grin. “Okay.” Gah! Why couldn’t she think of anything else to say? One would think she’d never been in the company of a good-looking guy before. No, not good-looking, Cooper was gorgeous. Hardly a geek anymore. He still had thick blond hair, and his blue eyes seemed to reach into her soul. His faded black T-shirt stretched across a muscular chest and arms. His jeans rode low on his hips, yet didn’t seem to sag over his ass. How she wished for him to turn around for a better view of his rear. As she passed him, he kept his gaze on her, the color in his cheeks growing deeper. She paused, unsure where to go. The dining table? The sofa? The bedroom? She released a soft groan at the thought. Had he heard it? By the end of the night, she might have slept with the man of her dreams. For real.
~ About HER ALIEN HERO ~
Librarian by day, erotic romance author by night, Melinda Rose sets out for another exciting conference, this one in Canada’s capital city, Ottawa. But all her plans go up in smoke when the 1Night Stand she applies for is set to happen at the same time.
Cooper Tate heads to Ottawa to meet a friend. When he learns of her deception, he is ready to head back home and vows never to trust her again. That is, until he sees a picture of his stunning date.
With the help of Madame Eve, can these two former neighbors become lovers? Or will extraterrestrial secrets rip away the hero Melinda has always dreamed of?
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June 18, 2015
Read an Extended Excerpt & enter to WIN INHERIT THE STARS by @SFRLaurie A. Green #scifirom #giveaway
INHERIT THE STARS
by Laurie A. Green
Extended Excerpt and Giveaway!
Inherit the Stars is a Science Fiction Romance novel that starts as a small story—a desperate fugitive strikes a deal with a female pilot to escape an evil superpower bent on recapturing him. It quickly evolves into an epic tale of a universal power struggle with complex stakes and surprising twists.
Like all stories of its genre, at its heart is a romantic alliance—a powerful bond that is tested by the choices that must be made between love and duty. This extended excerpt frames the first meeting of the two star-crossed protagonists.
Inherit the Stars is available on Amazon as a complete print or e-novel, and also as a serialized novel in three parts with Part I: Flight at only 99¢.
Inherit the Stars Scene Set-Up:
The hero, Sair, stowed away on a merchant vessel to escape Ithian slavery, and slipped off his ride on Dartis, a minor planet overrun by Ithian Alliance operatives who are soon snapping at his heels. He pays a “bookie” for information about a possible transport off Dartis and its location…but the information comes with a dire warning about the ship’s hostile first mate. Sair manages to locate the ship—Specter, a prototype built by a famous ship designer—as the Ithians are closing in.
Sair ducked into the hang and pressed against the inside wall, listening. Shouts in the distance confirmed the Ithians were moving away. For now. He released his breath and pushed off the wall, turning toward the ship.
Specter. She sat in the shade on stout struts, glowing milk-white. Sair stepped closer, eyes wide, correlating her lines to the model he’d spent a calendar building. Could this be fate?
Sair’s gaze settled on the registration numbers and bright red diamond insignia. Licensed out of the Azures, she proudly displayed the registry of preference for half the pirates in the galaxy. He blew out his breath. No kid of Mennelsohn’s would resort to piracy, would he? Zaviar Mennelsohn must have left a fortune to his heirs.
He recalled the bookie’s warning about the first mate. He’d take his chances. It would be better to risk a cutthroat than remain on Dartis and face capture by the Ithians. Anway, it was the look of the skipper that really mattered. What sort of man would captain a legend like Specter?
Ahead, Sair spied a young girl lying on the gangway ramp. A mirrored sunshield wrapped her face, ear-to-ear. She looked to be dozing—serenely oblivious to the drama that had just played out in the street—one knee bent and foot planted on the ground. Crewie’s daughter, maybe?
Sair dialed his sunshield darker. No sense letting this kid get too good a look at him. He needed to be careful, even with this youthful stranger.
She raised her head when he approached. Like a cat, she was on her feet in one fluid leap. Sair’s eyes moved from the rise of her breasts to the flare of her hips. The whole athletic package was neatly contained in a sleek, olive-drab flightsuit. His mistake. She was little…but no little girl.
He stopped at the foot of the gangway. “Cap here?”
“Why?”
“I’d like to talk to him.”
A twitch pulled at the edge of her mouth. “I’m the mate. Talk to me.”
He recalled the bookie’s warning and stifled a smile. Watch out for this little breeder? Had to be a joke. “I don’t do business with crew.”
“You Rathskian?”
“What of it?”
Her knife flashed as it caught the sun. “I’ll gut you, you bastard scum!”
Sair threw both hands up and jumped back as the woman took a swing at him. She was faster. The tip of her blade slashed the left breast of his jacket. “Sunnabitch!”
She lunged again, this time dropping the blade low, set on gelding him. Sair scrambled out of her reach, cold sweat breaking out on his neck. She was good with her knife. Damned good. Mate’ll slit your throat, the bookie had said, but it wasn’t his throat she was after.
“Put the knife down, you crazy marka. I’m a customer.”
“Not on this ship, heo.”
Angry at the insult, he made a grab for her knife hand. Foolish. She blocked with her free hand, seized his wrist, and wrenched it at an unnatural angle, immobilizing him. Her blade sliced across his palm in a slow, excruciating cut. A blatant sign of contempt. “Heo.”
“Zjel!” A woman’s voice rang out from the direction of the street.
The little slasher released him and backed off a few steps. Keeping one eye on his assailant, Sair cradled his wounded hand and stared at the blonde who strode toward him, a com set perched on her left ear. She wore the same olive-drab flightsuit, unfastened down the front with a sleek black t-skin underneath, and the tease of her curves made his breath catch.
The new arrival marched up, oblivious to the smaller woman’s incessant knife-weaving, and looked him in the eye before turning to his attacker. “What goes?”
“This Rathscum challenged me.”
“Challenged you?” Sair snapped. “I only asked to speak to the cap.”
“What do you want?” Gold stars glittered on her collar. This is the captain?
One look at her and he knew he had to leave on this ship. “Passage.”
“To where?”
“Anywhere better.” He eyed the mate, still brandishing her blade, and tried not to think about his stinging, bloodied hand.
The captain appraised him with keen brown eyes. Wispy blond locks framed her face. “How much do you have?”
“We’re not taking this heo—”
The captain’s gaze moved to her first mate’s face. No words were spoken, but her message was clear.
The smaller woman’s face screwed into a frown. “Peitchau!” She swiped her bloody knife on her thigh, sheathed it, and stalked up the gangway before disappearing into the ship. She’d sworn in Purmian, which should’ve come as no surprise. Her size made her subspecies obvious.
The captain turned to him, her eyes doing a slow sweep of his body, taking his measure. “How much?” she asked again.
Sair knew if he wanted to set foot on her ship, he had to show his hand. He reached for the front of his pants and tugged his coin pouch up past the waistband. He didn’t miss her cocked eyebrow before he took it in hand, offering it to her.
She shook her head. “Spill it.”
He poured the pouch’s contents into the cup of his good hand and held it out. It amounted to less than a hundred replas—what he’d stolen from the Ithian guard less what he’d paid the tender.
She perused the pile of gleaming gold markers and scattering of small gems then met his eyes. “It’s not enough.”
“I’ll pay the rest when you get me to my destination.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
He dumped the handful back into the pouch as she turned away. “Then what will it take, Captain?”
She turned back. Her eyes settled on his face before she spoke. “Who you running from?”
He straightened, debating his response. He didn’t think a lie would sit well with this woman. She had a look that could crack ice. “Ithian Alliance Intelligence.”
“Hm. You do have a problem, then.” Her gaze shifted to where her ship rested. “You have a headprice?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Fourteen thousand replas.”
“That’s all?” She snorted, meeting his eyes. “You aren’t wanted that bad, then.”
“Maybe not. But most of the headrunners in Eliptis would be happy to collect.” He gave her a soulful look. “I need transport.”
Her gaze left his face and slid over his broad shoulders, along his biceps, and down to his hands. She stepped forward and reached for his right; he gave it to her.
Holding it palm up, she brushed her fingertips along the bloody trail her first mate’s knife had left across his lifeline. “Sure you want to chance it?”
He straightened his fingers and steadied his knees, surprised at the response her touch aroused in him. No female had affected him like this since…
He curbed a tug of grief. “I’m sure.”
“And you’d pay anything I ask?” she whispered, her attention moving back to his face. “No questions?”
Sair withdrew his hand. He understood. He needed a way off this rock; she was offering it at a price he could afford. Service in lieu of cash.
His stared at the invisible line the captain had traced across his palm with her silken touch. His body’s response was clear, but his conscience was slower to weigh in. Saybin would’ve wanted him to live, wouldn’t she? It was either this or face recapture—and worse.
“Agreed.”
A loud commotion in the alley diverted her attention. More Ithian operatives flocked outside to grill a group of locals. Her eyes cut back to him.
“If they see me, I’m dead,” Sair said.
“Get onboard.”
Laurie A. Green is a three-time RWA® Golden Heart® finalist and science fiction romance enthusiast who founded the SFR Brigade community of writers, which now totals over 500 members.
Her extended family includes her husband, David, four dogs, three cats and several horses, all who reside on a ranch in beautiful New Mexico. When she’s not writing, networking, or searching out the perfect cup of Starbucks, she’s usually busy exercising her left brain as a military budget director.
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June 17, 2015
Author @CeriseDeLand celebrates 200th Anniversary of Waterloo w/ INTERLUDE WITH A BARON #99cents #boxset
The Incomparables: 6 Heroes of Waterloo and the 6 Ladies They Adore
This limited edition box set includes 6 scorching romances that commemorate the 200th anniversary of the June 18, 1815 Battle of Waterloo.
From the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels to the Battle of Waterloo and beyond, join these six unforgettable heroes as they journey back from the physical and emotional trials of war and discover the passion that thrills the body can also heal the heart.
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Interlude with a Baron by Cerise DeLand
Emma wants only an interlude with the man she’s adored for years. But Drayton Worth has spent five years riddled with guilt for hurting her—and he’s determined to have more than a few nights in her bed.
Tarnished Honor by Sabrina York
Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with war wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by grief and guilt and tormented by his tarnished honor. When he meets Fia Lennox, a beautiful and brave Highland lass in dire need of his protection, he sees in her his chance for redemption…or utter damnation. Because despite his valiant attempts to resist her, he cannot.
Love After Waterloo by Suzi Love
When Lady Melton and her son join Captain Belling and the last wounded soldiers evacuating from Waterloo to London, she expects clashes with army deserters but doesn’t anticipate how falling in love with the antagonistic captain will change her life.
Dreaming of Waterloo by Lynne Connolly
Paul “Lucky” Sherstone daren’t even let his wife too close because of his headaches and the living nightmares he can’t dispel. Hetty hardly knows the man who comes back from war, but one thing she does know—she still wants him.
The Captain’s Heart by
A man who is determined to fulfill his duty at the expense of his own happiness, a woman who wants only one taste of true passion, and a case of mistaken identity. Can Captain Edward Hathaway and Grace Kent overcome the guilt that continues to haunt them both and find true love?
For Love or Revenge by Dominique Eastwick
Captain Roarke Wooldridge is about to find out that sometimes love does heal all wounds.But when his need for revenge collides with desires he never believed he would feel again, will he be able to put aside the scars of Waterloo to embrace his future?
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Interlude with a Baron by Cerise DeLand
After Waterloo, Drayton Worth watched the woman he loved suffer because of his failures.
Riddled with guilt he strives to improve Emma Bedlow’s dreadful existence, while cursing his never-ending desire for her. When he finally has the chance to convince her to share his life, she refuses. No man will control her ever again. She desires only an interlude with the charming baron. But Dray is determined to have much more.
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“You’re here at last.” Dexter Elgin hailed Dray with a wave of his hand above the crowd. His former colleague in Wellington’s army in Spain wore his artillery uniform, though neither of them still served in ranks. “Spotted you by that mop of hair, Ginger.”
Dray winced at the boyish reference to his red curls. “I’m glad to offer you speed and accuracy. Where’s Wellington?”
“In a meeting with the Dutch. You have news of your quarry?”
“Some.” Dray needed more absolute proof that Montroy was betraying them to the French. “I won’t ask for an audience until I learn more. I would say though that he’s here.”
Dex raised his dark brown brows. “What gall.”
“Indeed.” To spy on the British General Staff at their leisure was dastardly. But then, what else should they expect from a man who had turned coats so many times?
“I should not be shocked.”
“No,” Dray agreed. Dex knew of his mission. He’d been in the meeting with Wellington when the commander had ordered Dray to find proof of Montroy’s treachery or end the chase once and for all. “Where else would he prosper this evening?”
“Precisely. In the meantime, let’s get you a drink. You might even take up a set with a lady on the floor.”
Dray followed his friend through the crowd. He did love to dance. “Not tonight, I’m afraid.”
“What better way to get a full view of those present?”
Dray smirked. “You have a point. But I’ll have that drink first.”
The room was so crowded that working his way through the masses was a challenge. Worse, he covered his mouth as he coughed at the nauseating mix of tobacco and sweat, brandy and bad cologne.
“Lord Lansdowne! Oh, we are honored, sir.” The companion to the elderly countess of Penn appeared at his side, looping her arm through his. In her cups as usual, Janet Berwyn tried to train her eyes in his and failed. “My Lady Penn has anticipated your arrival. So has the Duchess.”
By this she meant the hostess of this ball, the illustrious Duchess of Richmond. But Dray knew this woman’s real purpose was to waylay him and lure him to a corner if she could. She’d tried that before. Often.
Dray gave her a polite smile, the better to get away from her and on to his purpose. “Good evening, Lady Berwyn. You look lovely and so far from home, too.”
“Thank you, good sir. Always a gentleman.” She tightened her fingers around his forearm.
Damn, she was a grasping creature. But then her actions were his fault. She had once been in his bed and wished never to leave it, but to tie him to her with vows and rings and her fortune in the bargain. Truth be told, he liked her enthusiasm in bed, but sadly, nowhere else. He patted her hand, then extricated her fingers from him. “I have business here, my lady. I must see the Duke.”
She sighed, intemperate when she wanted attention from him. “Do you promise to attend me after you’ve done your duty?”
“I cannot promise, but I will try.” She deserved that from him. After all, she had taught him much about the needs and joys of a woman in the throes of passion.
“Very well,” she said with a pretty pout. “Go if you must.”
“Come, my lady,” Dex coaxed her. “You know the value of our worth!”
Long an old joke among his friends in the Royal Artillery, Dray’s last name lent power to his reputation as a man who had been decorated often for his bravery on the field and off. That he was effective in military maneuvers and business, he would have liked to have attributed to his doggedness and his analytical skills. He measured his own worth by his profits in chemicals and spices and by the good health and rising prosperity of the tenants on his estates.
His value in the Royal Artillery, however, was measured by his commanding officer, the newly minted Duke of Wellington. And that man would ask him tonight if he had caught the traitor in their midst. And if not, when would he?
“We have the little Corsican to defeat, Colonel.” Wellington had said to him two days ago, his impatience with the chase doubled. “Get on with it before our good Englishmen turn the dust of Belgium blood red.”
Now Dray had to prove his worth quickly—or return home with his comrades in arms, defeated by the French and despised ever more.
Dex handed him a glass of red wine and he took it, parched from riding north for the past two hours and attempting to stay well out of sight of Montroy.
“How many are here?” he asked Dex. “It is a crush.”
“The Dutch general staff. Twenty or so. The Prussians, too. Another thirty.”
“The orchestra sounds good.” Too bad tonight he was not in the mood to avail himself of the music. Dancing seemed too light-hearted for the dreariness of the task at hand. The irony, too. How many men had the duty to prove a man a traitor—and ruin the man’s innocent wife in the process?
“Supper will be served soon. I hear there’s beef and fowl.”
“I’m ready.” Dray’s stomach rumbled. When had he eaten last? Breakfast was nothing but weak tea and an old army biscuit. “Where does the Duchess get her purveyors? Hell, we are scrambling to supply our troops. Many men are killing the local farmers’ cows and pigs.”
“They are objecting, too. Two dozen farmers came up from the south of the city today to complain to the old man about how the English and Scots requisition their animals.”
Dray sighed. “The price of ousting Napoleon from their land is their animals to our service. Someday we’ll supply an army with their own food, but for now living off the land is our only means. Better yet, we’ll decide to fight no more wars.”
Dex nodded. “May we see that day soon.”
Dray smiled at Dexter but froze at the vision in the far corner.
“What’s wrong?”
Dray’s stomach turned, angry at what he saw. Anxious, he grew dismayed that the one woman he had ever cared for would be here in the midst of preparations for the biggest battle Europe had yet seen in thirty years. “Women. Does it not seem obscene that we have so many women here nights before we plan a slaughter?”
“I agree,” Dex said, downing another swig of his wine. “But you know we may need them to nurse the wounded. Others argue it improves morale.”
“Does it? I doubt it.” The dark-haired beauty he was focused on did not appear to be enjoying herself. In fact, she looked dismayed. Her unusual aquamarine eyes, so large, so expressive scanned the room and came to land on the empty wine glass in her hands. Her gown, a lustrous white column, swept down her slight form. She was a sad angel amid this sea of brightly colored magpies chattering to men in brassy regalia. Em, dear woman, why the hell are you a hundred miles from London? You should be by a fireside where it’s warm and safe.
He stifled his urge to go to her. He had business. And she was too much a distraction. A young woman Emma’s age joined her and both smiled. Enjoying herself, she talked with her friend and leaned back to chuckle. He rejoiced with her. She’d known little laughter in her life. An only child, she’d grown up with a doting mother until the woman died when Emma was twelve. Her father had been a tyrant of the first order. Dray had the villainous evidence of that the day that man had refused Dray’s suit and ensured in a most heinous way that she marry a man with greater title and supposedly huge wealth.
“I say, Dray, it’s not good for you to wish for what you cannot have.” Dex frowned, well aware of the sad history between Dray and Miss Emma Bedlow.
Dray drained his glass and set it on a nearby tray. “Wellington. Lead me to him.”
Dray focused on his mission. Better to forget her, his step-brother Victor Cameron urged him often. “Lose yourself in other females. You’ll find one you can adore. I promise you.” The paradox there was that Victor himself had never fallen in love with any woman, though one couldn’t predict that from the vast numbers who had graced the Marquess Cameron’s bed.
Dray felt a tug at his sleeve. As he turned, he heard Dex warn him not to stop and talk.
But there stood Emma before him. Her wide-set eyes pleading, her mouth so sensual that young bucks in London clubs had bet on how well she kissed. None of them knew. But Dray did—and she had responded to him like a woman in love.
Dex sighed. “I leave you alone.”
Emma drank him in with limpid eyes. “Good evening, Lord Lansdowne. Or should I address you as Colonel?”
He’d not seen her since last August in Paris after her marriage. Then she appeared at a court reception with her new bridegroom for the new Bourbon king. She was still the ebony-haired siren whose ripe red lips and rare blue eyes made every man stop dead in his tracks with lust. But she’d taken one look at Dray and become subdued, teary-eyed, a gorgeous creature laid low by her father’s shameful sale of her virtue and good name.
“Madame le Comtesse.” Dray bowed as much for etiquette as to hide his surprise and delight that she’d taken the risk to address him. He rose and dare not kiss her hand. To hold it was more than temptation to crush her close and run away with her. “You are ravishing this evening.”
“Am I?” she asked barely above a whisper.
“Always.”
“I do not feel lovely.”
“You shine above all others in the room, my dear lady.”
Her plush lips turned downward. “I live for your praise.”
Christ, if only I could give it to you every day. “You should have it often from your husband.”
“I’ll savor what I gain from you.”
Complimented, anguished, Dray dropped her hand.
She put it to her bosom. Her eyes danced over every detail of his face. “How are you?”
“Well.” Broken. Lonely. “Busy.”
“I came tonight hoping to see you.”
His breath died in his chest. Jesus. “Em, you must not say such things.”
“I must.” She took a step toward him and the distance between them was much too close to be proper.
A purple blotch above the line of her bodice distracted him. What was that?
She leaned closer. “Dray, listen to me. I have to tell you that I wish you to live. To live well. To please take care the next few days. If anything were to happen to you, I would—”
“Please, Madame.” He stepped backward. Propriety might foster some sanity. His mind awhirl with her sentiments, he focused on the bruise at the top of her breast. He would kill the man who’d done that. Rip him apart in tiny pieces for it.
“Dray, please.” She put her gloved hand atop his and squeezed. “You must live well and laugh and love. Do it, Dray. Do it for me.”
“Em, do not say this.”
“Why are you talking with this man?” A tall grey-haired man stepped to Emma’s side and wrenched her hand from Dray’s.
Dray’s gaze bored into the crystal blue glass of his adversary’s eyes. “Take your hand from her wrist.”
The man snorted. “As if you have the right to tell me how to treat my wife.”
Dray seethed. “A gentleman always has a right to protect a lady from brutality.”
“She is mine, Lansdowne. I do with her as I wish.”
Dray checked Em’s expression. She glared at her husband and Dray rejoiced. She had gained courage in the past months since her father had let this creature abduct her and ravish her, then force her to speak vows before a minister. “She is to be treasured.”
“I treasure her, don’t I, ma petite?” The man said with a flare of his large nostrils.
She wrenched her hand from her spouse’s grasp. “I’m going to our lodgings.”
Dray said farewell to her with his heart in his eyes.
Fortunately, her husband did not make a scene and recapture her. He shot his cuffs instead. “Do that.”
Two tears dribbled past her lashes to her flushed cheeks. Catching up her skirts, Emma swallowed hard.
“She should not be here,” Dray told her husband and she shook her head at Dray in warning.
“She is my loyal wife. Are you not, ma chérie? She does as I say. And I want her here. She will be a good nurse, won’t you?” The man gave Dray a salacious wink. “Wouldn’t you like her tending your wounds, hmm? Bathing your…brow? Your aching—”
Filthy roué.
“Enough!” she spat at her husband.
The man cursed in French and caught her upper arm. “Come, come. Show us your finest manners, wife.”
“You show us none,” she replied.
“You’re a little—”
Dray seized the Comte de Rambouillet by the neck of his dusty Royal Foot Guard uniform. Raise him another iota and Dray would have him on his tiptoes. “Shall I dismember you here or in the street?”
With one hand, the man caught up Emma.
She yelped.
Grabbing the man’s other lapel, Dray shook him. “Unhand her.”
The man peered up at him. Since Dray had more than four inches in height and two stone in weight on him, the bastard demurred. He released her.
With a small cry, Emma hastened away.
Dray peered down at her husband, the animal whom he would gladly murder with his bare hands. “Cease your abuse of her, Montroy.”
“I may do as I wish with my wife. No man would stop me.”
“I will.” From hurting her or our cause here, I vow I will stop you.
“Ah, Monsieur le Baron, but then I would counter you because your pitiful heart is broken. Touch a hair on my head and I will put it abroad that you do it to gain her in your bed. That it was you who absconded with her and it was I who saved her reputation and saved her from ruin.”
“As if I would care what you say of me.”
“Certainement. You have no regard for the ton. You are a petit bourgeoisie who makes his living by trade.”
“Better than to make it by cheating at cards.” And by treachery.
“I have taken what was available from men of little intelligence.”
“To steal what is not yours and call it acceptable because it was possible is to live a lie.”
“I have no fears.”
Dray thought of the firing squad that awaited Montroy when Dray finally proved the man had betrayed not only his native country but also his adopted one. “Isn’t that a bit short-sighted on your part?”
Henri Montroy, the eleventh Comte de Ramboulliet, great-grandson of the Sun King, scoffed. “Never.”
Dex appeared at Dray’s side. “Wellington asks for you. He’s received a message of troop movements.”
Montroy shot Dex a look of alarm. “I must see the Duke myself.”
Dray stared the man down. “He asks for me. But do remember, Montroy, that never is like most absolutes, it does not exist.”
Dray would ask Montroy how much he feared again one day soon when the skinny bastard stood before a gallows or a firing squad.
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June 16, 2015
Read an Extended Excerpt from ONE NIGHT WITH HER HUSBAND by @SSaraDaniel #Giveaway #1NightStand @DecadentPub
Enjoy an Extended Excerpt from Sara Daniel’s ONE NIGHT WITH HER HUSBAND…Pushing back his chair, the man who haunted her dreams rose to his feet and smoothed his tie over his flat stomach. “I’m Adrian Torres, a relatively new member of Gladstone PR. However, I’ve been in public relations for my entire career. I have a lot of good ideas to turn your image around.”
Okay, so he hadn’t appeared out of nowhere to suddenly reclaim their relationship. His appearance made more sense, but damn if she didn’t feel let down. Of course, Marcia had no right to be disappointed when he’d chosen the same work-over-relationship priority she had.
“You’d better,” she choked out, fumbling with her laptop. Either they’d become such complete strangers Adrian thought he needed to reintroduce himself or he didn’t want the others in the room to catch on that she knew him. Hell, she more than knew him. She could have written a report on the amazing experience of his cock thrusting inside her.
Not that anyone would believe he’d once found her attractive enough to cuddle with. Working late and shoveling down meals at her desk had caught up with her until her curvy figure had become undeniably fat. She’d left him to build her career, but she’d stayed away until she could return to the same physical shape as when she’d left. Unfortunately, she continued to move further from that goal, rather than closer.
Karma, the bitch, hadn’t given Adrian a gut and a double chin. Nope, he’d become more fit, along with giving every appearance of being on the road to a successful career.
Instead of attempting to shake her hand, he glanced at her junior-level marketing team seating themselves around the oval. “I assume we’re still waiting for a few more people before we get started?”
Since she alone represented upper management, somehow she had to push all her personal turbulence aside and match his fixation on business. “Everyone is here, except Mr. Sunburst, who is under strict instructions from his doctor not to overexert himself. He will, however, be in later today to hear our report.” And Marcia needed to deliver good news if she had a hope of saving her career.
“Let’s start with introductions.” Adrian nodded to his team to go first while she settled into the empty seat across from him. She’d assumed, if they ever faced each other across a table, divorce lawyers would be present on both sides. So, despite the surreal experience, the situation was far better than the worst-case scenario she’d both imagined and dreaded through the years of minimal phone and mail contact with her husband.
The introductions traveled around the table until, all too soon, the collective gaze turned to her. She cleared her throat. “I’m Marcia Johnson.”
Adrian arched an eyebrow.
She’d never officially taken his name after they’d married, and, despite his silent challenge, she had no intention of cluing in the employees who looked to her for guidance that they were witnessing her reunion with her estranged husband. Especially since he’d given no indication he wanted to clue them in. His unwavering composure suggested they weren’t in the same room by coincidence. But surely he recognized he’d dropped into her life at the worst possible time for her to deal with a personal crisis.
“I’m the executive assistant to Blake Wellington, Sunburst’s CEO,” she explained, pushing down her inner turmoil. “I am acting CEO this week while he’s out on family leave.”
“Hell of a week to be in charge,” muttered a woman from the Gladstone team who’d introduced herself as Jasmine.
“Tell me about it.” Marcia shared a wry smile with the woman, grateful for the opportunity to tear her gaze from her spouse. Legalities aside, could she still claim him as hers? He could have moved on to someone who would put her relationship before her career. She balled her hands into fists under the table.
While mentally tallying the ways she came up short in comparison to any new woman in his life, she recapped the hacker damage to their computer systems and the mass exodus of the marketing department to bring the Gladstone people up to speed. “The security leak is fixed. We have the very best firewalls, encryption, and consumer protections in place so this will never happen again. We just need to convince our guests and the public they can hand over their credit cards, book a stay with us, and carry on with business as usual.”
“I have a plan to make that happen,” Adrian said, his voice confident and authoritative.
For the first time since the crisis had begun, someone offered assurance instead of looking to her to provide it. Tears pressed against her eyelids. She didn’t have to be strong on her own anymore. Someone had her back.
“We’ll start by appealing to your most loyal customers, the ones you never thought would go elsewhere, the ones who never planned to leave you,” he continued.
That sounded personal. He’d meant a business context, not their past, right?
“Shouldn’t we ensure they have something to return to, first?” she asked.
If he no longer loved her, having him in the same room didn’t matter. And how could he love her? She no longer bore much physical resemblance to the woman who’d attracted him in college, when they been so crazy in love they’d eloped over spring break of their junior year. Eight years later, she lived alone without so much as a pet goldfish to keep her company and only contacted her husband to discuss official things, like their tax-filing status.
“These customers are the heart of your business. If they come back, you can save the company. If they don’t….” His sentence hung in the air.
She’d left him and never returned, and he’d never chased after her. After years of minimal, strictly-business contact, they had nothing left to save. Working until at least 10:00 p.m. each night, she had no friends other than her boss’s family and turned to food for comfort when the loneliness became unbearable. Instead of taking Adrian’s words and his presence personally, she needed to focus on the corporation and career she still had a chance to salvage.
“Are you suggesting we give our loyal customers a free night’s stay?” She could do the same thing. Her pathetic, warped brain refused to give up the personal angle. When Blake and Luciana had gotten married, they’d given her a certificate for a free night with a one-night stand matchmaking service as a bridal party gift. She could call the number and ask for a night with her husband. But would he accept a freebie with her? If he did, she had to brace for the possibility her new physical shape would turn him off for good.
“A free night is a tool at our disposal, but we need something bigger for the main thrust of the campaign.” He captured her gaze and leaned forward. “You need to win back their trust and prove you deserve their loyalty.”
Marcia’s stomach twisted until she fought the violent urge to heave. She couldn’t prove she deserved him because she didn’t. Maybe if she’d returned to his side within the first couple months, they could have worked out their differences, but the years hung between them, a chasm of time…and heartache. After she’d already left him once, she couldn’t imagine why he’d ever trust her again. The meeting continued, but with despair overwhelming her, she couldn’t process the flurry of words.
“I’m losing you,” Adrian said.
Through no fault of his own. Once again, she’d proven herself unworthy.
“Everyone take a ten-minute break,” he continued. “Get some water or coffee, whatever helps you focus. I expect 100 percent attention when we reconvene.”
A break. She could escape and regroup without every eye in the company watching her reaction and counting on her vote of confidence.
“Marcia,” he called.
Pretending not to hear, she bolted from the room. She needed every second of those ten minutes. The elevator doors opened, and she jabbed the button to the sub-level parking garage before anyone could follow her. As soon as the doors opened, she hurried toward her car, tears blurring her vision as she fumbled in her purse for her keys.
Not yet. Hold it together a minute longer.
At last, she yanked open the door and climbed inside, slamming it behind her. Finally, she was alone. All alone. Her life stretched before her as an endless, empty highway.
A sob burst from her throat. When she’d bought the one-way plane ticket to California, she’d expected her husband would follow and they would make up and pick up their relationship where they’d left off.
But he hadn’t followed. And they no longer had anything left to pick up.
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She walked away from her marriage seven years ago…
Marcia Johnson always assumed her husband would follow her eventually. She’d achieve success while she waited and prove her decision the right one. But when he finally turns up, she’s not ready. Her career hangs in the balance, and her weight has skyrocketed. How can she face the man she loves and show him she made the right choice? Especially when he’s matured from a decent-looking college student into the sexiest man she’s ever seen.
He’s waited seven years for his wife to finally need him…
If Adrian Torres can save her business, maybe he’ll have a shot at saving their marriage. But the woman he finds is too competent and independent to ask him for help. She even shrugs off his touch instead of reacting with the desire he hoped to ignite. Have the embers of their marriage finally died? Is it time to end their relationship and move forward?
He wants a divorce…
Her world ripped apart, Marcia turns to 1Night Stand to give her one more night before she lets Adrian go. She dares not hope for more. Even Madame Eve couldn’t have the magic to save their neglected disaster of a relationship…could she?
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June 15, 2015
Reader Letter from The Star Princess #scifirom #BeyondFairytales @DecadentPub
Hello all! I’m back with another reader letter for you. This one from a fairytale retelling.
THE STAR PRINCESS is a retelling of The Star Money by the Brothers Grimm. Only, my heroine is much older, and comes from another planet. This story is available in ebook and audiobook formats, and is also part of the Red Book of Grown-Up Fairytales digital box set. Enjoy!
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Dear Reader,
I absolutely love fairy tales! I always dreamed about a handsome prince coming to rescue me on his noble steed. But as I grew older and more fascinated with space, the prince I imagined came from another planet and arrived on Earth in a spaceship. Okay, so maybe he resembled a certain superhero in red and blue tights. 
June 14, 2015
SFR Brigade Summer Cafe Week 3 – Dystopia #scifirom #giveaway
This week’s specialty is Dystopia…
Food in Stories
I recently read a post by a fellow Decadent author about whether or not to have characters eating in a story. It can be very tricky, and authors need to be sure characters are not talking with their mouths full. It can also be a lot of fun, and very sexy!
The second story in The Underground series, Never Gonna Desert You has two moments that I recall where characters are eating. While it is mostly replicated food, there is the odd moment where characters are able to find something fresh. Here’s one of those moments from the story…
*** ADULT EXCERPT ***
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a container, her present to Melina. “Happy anniversary.”
Her girlfriend accepted the gift with a look of caution. “Thank you. What is it?”
“Open it.” Brook nodded, anxiously awaiting her reaction.
Melina pulled the lid from the container and gasped. “Strawberries?” She sniffed the bowl. “They have a smell. They’re not replicated. Where did you find them?”
“I grew them for you.”
“You did?” Melina’s eyes glazed over.
She nodded. She would do anything for Melina. “Yes. I remember you telling me how you wanted to taste them, see if I….” Her cheeks flushed. If I taste the same.
Melina’s expression changed. She grinned, eyes sparkling. “Well, let’s find out.” She removed a strawberry from the container and placed the ripe fruit between her full lips.
God, she wanted to kiss her. Brook groaned, suddenly envious of the berry. “How is it?”
Melina stared at her while taking a bite. She slurped in a piece, red juice running down her chin. “Mmm, better than I ever imagined.”
Then Melina leaned forward. Her moist lips met the sensitive skin of Brook’s neck, sending liquid heat rushing through her veins. Brook’s pussy throbbed. If they’d been in her apartment, Brook would have Melina naked already.
Melina pulled away, running her finger down between Brook’s breasts. “But I’d rather taste you any day.”
Brook’s head spun. Electric tension left her synapses firing. “Maybe we have time to—”
“One hour until curfew,” the mechanical voice belted out, chilling her desire.
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June 11, 2015
A fetish club that caters to aliens across the universe ~ THE DUNGEON for #SciSpanks 2015
Sci Spanks 2015 is over!
THE DUNGEON
a Thanh Academy story
Sorry you missed reading my story. But, you will be able to read the FULL story when the Sci Spanks 2015 anthology releases. Also, for more Thanh Academy fun, be sure to check out Cosmic Sutra, which is part of the upcoming First-Lady Love anthology edited by Kate Richards, and tells the story of Kaye and the Terran (Victoria) who you meet at the beginning of this story.
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* Kindle Fire (or equivalent Amazon gift card) from Blushing Books
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* $25 gift card to Etsy from Freya’s Bower
* Love Spanks 2015 print anthology
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* $10 Amazon gift certificate from Siobhan Muir
* Big Blue Valentine by Sue Lyndon – kindle copies for five winners
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About Jessica E. Subject
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers.
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THE DUNGEON
a Thanh Academy story
Hunger pierced Rower’s body like a thousand tiny needles digging into his skin. Food wouldn’t fulfill his need. Only sex, the lust-filled cries and fragrant scent of a woman or two in the throes of ecstasy. And he had a club filled with females from all over the universe to choose from.
Staring at Kaye and the terran female on the dance floor, he wished at least one of them would have agreed to his offer. But, no such luck. Probably for the best anyway with Kaye’s fragile body and her new lover’s timidness. At least he assumed they were lovers, the way they stared into each other’s eyes as they ground against each other. One or both would likely freak out as soon as he started to feed, unaware of his incubus ways. The last woman he’d been with had passed out, turned into a temporary stiff right after what she claimed was “the most intense orgasm of her life”.
A giggle came from behind him. Rower spun around to see Mizzie and Cynan huddled together and tapping away at Mizzie’s wrist com unit. Beautiful women, yet untouchable with their air of confidence that seemed to keep others away, and their solid relationship. Though, he’d heard rumors they occasionally invited another person to join them in their sexual play. If only he could be so lucky.
A minute later, Kaye bustled toward them, her transparent exoskeleton turned a cloudy grey color, the terran hot on her heels.
“I have to leave.” Kaye ran her hands across her suit, snapping the pieces together for a tight seal. “There’s a rain warning. If I don’t go now, I’ll be stuck here for the night. Victoria’s coming with me.”
Rain? Not a chance. His reptilian skin granted him the ability to sense the presence of water, predict the wet weather he avoided as well. While precipitation did lay ahead in the future forecast, it wasn’t coming tonight. Had Kaye’s sensors malfunctioned? “Um, are you—”
Cynan shoved him back. “Okay.” She glanced past her petite friend and winked at Mizzie. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Sneaky ladies. They must have set their friend up, tapped into the program that controlled her sensors. When Kaye was out of earshot, he wrapped his arms over Mizzie and Cynan’s shoulders. “What naughty friends you are, making your roommate rush out of here like that. I think you both deserve a spanking.”
Cynan cupped the cloth covering his groin area, giving his balls and cock a light squeeze. “Sounds like fun. What do you think, Miz?”
The breathing apparatus on the back of the liggle’s head opened and closed. A wry smile spread across her pale lips. “I’m game. It’s been a while since we included someone of the male persuasion.”
So the rumors were true. His cock hardened and he yearned to set it free from behind his loin cloth, feel the soft touch of the two women with him, slide it in and out of their slick pussies. If they truly meant what they said.
Rower ignored his fear of rejection and led them forward. “To the dungeon then.” The less time they had to travel for a private spot, the less likely the women were to back out.
Standing before the large set of double doors at the back of the club, he stared into the retina scanner then waited for the locks to disengage. After the click, Rower opened the door on the right and allowed his lady friends to enter first.
The musky scent of sex and the moans of many engaged in the act invaded his senses. He wiped salivation from the corner of his mouth, ignoring the tingle under his skin. Swallowing his hunger, he led Cynan and Mizzie down the dimly lit hallway, neither of them pausing to gape at the scenes they passed. Many rooms were already occupied, all open to curious onlookers. In one, he spotted his friend Clarsjon, a large insectoid, fucking a female grey as if his phallus functioned like a humanoid. The woman’s aura radiated throughout the space, appealing to his appetite, drawing him in to feast.
Soft fingers tugged on his hand, dragging his attention back to the women he’d invited inside the private establishment.
“So, are you going to follow through on your threat?” Mizzie leaned in close, brushing her breasts across the back of his arm. “Or should we go ahead and play without you?”
Her whispered question sent erotic visions flashing through his mind. Rower clutched both their hands and guided them to the first unoccupied private room, ignoring the tempting fragrance along the way. He closed the door behind them before leaning against it, struggling to gain control over his cravings. If he fed too soon, he’d drain the life out of the women with him.
Faux torches sent light flickering around the area, illuminating the far wall that displayed various sexual implements he could use to dole out their punishment and heighten their pleasure. An electric whip and flogger hung side by side, but he preferred the dillidium, a flat and round piece on the end of a long handle, ideal for discouraging bad behavior.
Lifting the apparatus from its hook, he grasped the handle. It had some give, allowing Rower a better grip. Taping the head to his palm, he shuddered from the bite of impact.
“So, who wants to be spanked first?” He turned away from the toys to find both women already naked. Mizzie stretched her bare torso across the restraint horse, her hands and feet already on the rests. Cynan kneeled behind her and ran her forked tongue along her girlfriend’s slick folds. How had he not noticed?
Rising to her feet, Cynan ran her palms across Mizzie’s ass cheeks. “She’s all ready for you. Though, I’m looking forward to my spanking, too.”
Lust darted through Rower’s veins. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume his dates were the ones looking to gorge on him. They knew exactly how to tease and torture him with their words and actions. If not for his appetite, he would drop the dillidium, whip out his cock, and fuck Mizzie hard until he burst. Then he’d do it all over again to her friend.
Tightening his grip on the device, he stepped forward. At Cynan’s side, he wrapped an arm around her and drew her into him. Though he had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach her, he kissed her soft yet demanding lips, tasting her friend’s desire with every ply of his tongue. Then he moved away before he became too wrapped up in pleasuring the purple-skinned vwae. Their time together would come later. Letting her go, he focused on the liggle spread out so beautifully before him.
“What are your limits, beautiful?” He yearned to fuck her until her eyes rolled back in her head. But so far, he only had permission to spank her.
“Spank me.” She glanced over her shoulder and licked her lips. “And then I want to experience what that tongue can do that your species is so famous for.”
He shivered, tempted to fuck her with his tongue right then.
Cynan circled in front of him and cupped his straining cock. “And if you’re really lucky, you can bang us both with this big cock of yours.”
With a groan, he rocked into her fist, but before he knew it, he moved into nothing but air, Cynan’s attention having returned to Mizzie.
She ran her palms over the globes of her lover’s ass then along her back, raking her finger nails across Mizzie’s pale skin. Such a glorious contrast between the two of them.
“Are you going to spank her or not?”
Rower shook his head, returning his thoughts to the task at hand. “Safe word?”
Mizzie lifted her ass. “Rain.”
Stars, he looked forward to reddening her skin. “And yours, Cynan?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Earth. Now, let’s get going.”
No point in keeping them waiting any longer. He moved to Mizzie’s side, planting his feet firmly on the ground. He raised his arm and with a quick flick, he slapped the dillidium across her ass.
Mizzie lurched forward on the restraint, her knuckles white from her tight grip on the planks. No sound at all until she moaned, settling her body back in position.
“You okay, Mizzie?”
“Um-hmm.”
Though he couldn’t see her face, he could tell she chewed on her bottom lip, perhaps waiting for his next strike. And he refused to keep her waiting. Shuffling to the left, he raised the dillidium again. Smack!
Mizzie’s cry filled the room. But instead of shrinking away from him, she raised her ass higher. The sweet scent of her pussy filled his nostrils. He kneeled behind her and set the dillidium to the side, no longer yearning to spank her. Grabbing her hips, he used his thumbs to part her folds. As he leaned closer, he darted his tongue inside, tasting her feminine nectar. He felt her tense then relax before she rocked into him, back and forth, sighing with every movement. Lust emanated from her, catering to his hunger and ramping up his own need.
Another presence invaded her aura. Rower opened his eyes to find Cynan leaning over her girlfriend’s body, staring at him. He wrinkled his forehead, too preoccupied with Mizzie’s pleasure to stop.
Cynan stuck her finger in her mouth before circling it around Mizzie’s asshole. The liggle’s motions became frantic, her moans breathy and higher pitched. When Cynan plunged her finger inside the puckered hole, Mizzie tightened around his tongue, passion pouring from her in waves, overwhelming his senses. He fed and plunged deeper into her, gorged on her arousal until she burst with a loud shriek, pushing him out of her.
Rising to his feet, he basked in her pleasure, a dizzying sensation of desire and need.
Cynan pounced on him and knocked him off balance, shoving him back to the wall. She kissed his neck, her grip on him never wavering. “I know what you really are,” she whispered in between her torture on his sensitive skin. “I want you to fuck me, feed on me until you can’t take anymore.”
Before he could stop her, she clicked open the belt of his loin cloth and tossed them aside. She dropped to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. Upon inviting them into the dungeon, he’d expected to feed on their desire for each other, not to have it directed as him. Stars in the galaxy, he’d lucked out with these two.
Rower thrust toward Cynan, enjoying every suck and swirl of her tongue. He caressed the short tentacles on the back of her head, losing his mind in the sensation of it all.
Mizzie joined her girlfriend in front of him, alternating between licking his balls and Cynan’s erect nipples.
Cynan released him for a moment, shoving her chest closer to Mizzie.
“That’s it.” He circled to the other side of them, wanting to draw the attention away from himself. They continued without him, kissing and sucking until Cynan lay atop Mizzie, ignoring his gaze. She slid down her girlfriend, running her tongue between Mizzie’s breasts then along her belly until she reached between her legs.
Mizzie spread her legs and lifted her hips. Wasting no time, Cynan inserted two fingers before bending over to lick her girlfriend’s clit. The liggle’s aura flared again, nearly knocking him back. So much sustenance, like an all-you-can-eat dinner. Yet, Cynan’s aura remained only luke warm. She seemed to gain comfort in pleasuring her girlfriend, but received little bliss of her own.
Yearning to rectify the situation, he kneeled behind her and ran his webbed fingers across her ass. He hadn’t spanked her yet. Not wanting to bother with the dillidium, he decided to use his bare hand instead.
That’s it! I’ve reached the imposed limit of 2000 words. To read the FULL story, be sure to check out the Sci Spanks 2015 anthology, which will release soon. Also, for more Thanh Academy fun, be sure to check out Cosmic Sutra, which is part of the upcoming First-Lady Love anthology edited by Kate Richards.
To enter the giveaway, be sure to leave a comment telling me your thoughts on The Dungeon.
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* Viking’s Fury by Saranna DeWylde to the first 20 people who visit and comment on *all* blogs
Grand Prizes
* Kindle Fire (or equivalent Amazon gift card) from Blushing Books
* Signed print book of your choice from Leigh Ellwood
* $25 gift card to Etsy from Freya’s Bower
* Love Spanks 2015 print anthology
* Sci Spanks 2014 ebook anthology
* $10 Amazon gift certificate from Siobhan Muir
* Big Blue Valentine by Sue Lyndon – kindle copies for five winners
* Owning His Bride by Sue Lyndon – Kindle copies for two winners
Book Bundles
* Phaze
* All Romance eBooks (Out for You)
* Decadent Publishing (Beyond Fairytales)
In addition to the terrific list of prizes available, commenters on this blog will be entered to win:
One back list title of winner’s choice (everything except Her Alien Hero, Red Book of Grown-Up Fairytales, An Alien to Love, Sci Spanks 2015, or First-Lady Love)
An Unexpected Return
Looking to experience all the universe has to offer, Prince Aristides escapes from the kingdom of Tyto and travels through space to the Emerald Planet, Elatia. He yearns to partake in the activities the planet is famous for, and fulfill all his sexual desires, but loses his heart and soul to an Adamos apprentice. Unfortunately, she is Terran, and her people are sworn enemies of those from Tyto. If he can convince Xia to give up her dreams of becoming an Adamos, and travel back to Tyto with him, will his parents accept her, or condemn them both?
Abandoned as a toddler on Elatia, and raised by Kalara, an Adamos specializing in erotic massage, Xia decides to follow in her footsteps. But she remains conflicted as to whether she wants to service clients for the rest of her life, or settle down and raise a family. When she meets Aris, he turns the tables on her, and brings her as much pleasure as she gives him.
Will they have their chance to be together, or will their families tear them away from any chance of young love?
About Jessica E. Subject
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers.
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Reader Letter from Her Alien Hero #scifirom #1NightStand @DecadentPub
Hello all! I saw an author I admire post reader letters on her blog, and thought I’d try the same thing. The reader letter usually gives the reader a bit of background information on the story, and may also give a little bit of insider information.
Her Alien Hero is a 1Night Stand story that released in April, shortly before I attended my first reader/writer conference. It is on sale for 99¢ through to June 22. Check the sidebar on the right for links to the sale.
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Dear reader,
Thank you so much for joining me for another 1Night Stand adventure! This story was inspired by many things, including my first reader conference that I will be attending in Ottawa in April. Kate Richards and Valerie Mann put the idea of one of the conference attendees going on a 1Night Stand, and I ran with it, creating Her Alien Hero.
Of course, like all my 1Night Stand stories, this one is connected to one of my previously published titles. It’s a little more subtle this time, but the hints are there. I hope you are able to figure out which one(s).
Inspiration for the hero, Cooper, came from a certain arrow slinging superhero in the Marvel universe, though he would more likely be wearing jeans and a t-shirt in my story than tight leather. And inspiration for the heroine, Melinda, came from Pinterest. You can see my Pinterest board for the story here: http://www.pinterest.com/jessicasubject/her-alien-hero/
If this is your first or your fiftieth sci-fi romance story, I hope you enjoy Her Alien Hero. My stories may have aliens, clones, or even androids in them, but the romance is always first. Because I believe that no matter where you live in the universe, you deserve a happily ever after, too.
If you ever have any questions about any of my stories, feel free to email me at jessicasubject.writer@gmail.com or message me on twitter @jsubject.
Happy reading!
Jessica
June 9, 2015
A #dystopian retelling of SLEEPING BEAUTY ~ Check out RAIN by @TarynKincaid #BeyondFairytales
RAIN
A Beyond Fairytales story
by Taryn Kincaid
Sleeping Beauty in a post-apocalyptic land…
In a world gone mad, where little remains but a vast wasteland of sand, the leader of a troop of roving warriors welcomes a brave young woman into his midst.
Much as he burns for her, Major Clay Worthington swears to keep his distance from the mysterious woman, so sensitive even the stinging rain can wound her.
Rosina Brierly is besotted with the formidable soldier and will gladly trade her life for one torrid night of blissful passion in his arms.
But when sleep overcomes them, will true love prevail?
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Does the major ever feel lust? Does he covet a woman’s touch? He never gave any sign he did. Too aloof and austere, too remote from the simple emotions of mere mortal men.
He shook her again. “Wake up, princess. The rain will come soon.”
The men looked forward to the rain. They hated the relentless sun blasting down upon them, as if they thought it would incinerate what was left of the earth beneath their boots, baking the soft sand into badlands as hard as concrete. They’d strip off their T-shirts and boots, their combat fatigues, and sometimes even their camouflage boxer shorts, and dance and play, naked or nearly so, in the slanting gray soup, laughing, tossing round balls or throwing saucer-shaped plastic discs to each other.
For her, the showers had the opposite effect. The stinging rain sliced into her sensitive skin like acid, raising blisters and sores, sometimes bloodying her.
She did not know why the major called her princess. Perhaps he didn’t know either. Whatever royalty once walked the earth had long gone, fled underground or died in battle or simply disappeared. The war engulfed every human on the planet, every inch of land, and had waged so long she doubted anyone remembered anymore. Well, maybe Nicodemus. At least he sometimes hinted he did in the stories he told. And she had seen him whisper into the major’s ear, unknown things that made the major pale beneath his weathered tan.
Major Worthington did not treat her like a princess, though, except when she slumbered, when he knelt before her in her fantasy world, his head bowed, his fist over his heart, laying his sword at her feet and claiming the role of knight. Her hero. Her champion. When she awoke, he remained one of the elite warrior breed roaming the planet, bristling with weapons like the soldiers he led. He treated her as the translator she was to him, sometimes barking orders to her as if she were one of his men, only occasionally seeking her counsel.
She came fully awake as he jerked her up from the ground and yanked her toward him. The glare of the setting sun broadsided her, hurting her eyes. Why was he so insistent about the impending rain? No clouds yet darkened the sky, although the hour sped toward evening dusk now. But no hint of shadow yet blotted the horizon.
“I can smell it,” he muttered.
