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Caught By Menace Sneak Peek #2 #Grabbed #sexy #scifi

13 Jun

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Caught By Menace, the second book in my wickedly hot scifi romance GRABBED series, releases from Ellora’s Cave on June 21, 2013. I posted the first sneak peek last week. You can read it here. And now for sneak peek #2!

Blurb

Menace’s plan to catch a sweet, docile woman is shot to hell when he’s tackled by a dark-haired beauty who wants to save her friend from being Grabbed. Refusing to leave the planet’s surface empty handed, Menace claims the spitfire with his collar.

Naya clawed her way off the streets of Connor’s Run and vowed to never let any man have control over her. She plans to make Menace so miserable he’ll set her free but the ruggedly sexy warrior disarms her with his unexpected patience and kindness.

Against her better judgment, Naya surrenders to Menace’s masterful hands and mouth. Submitting to her new husband brings her more pleasure and happiness than she’d ever imagined possible. For the first time in her life, she willingly trusts a man to protect her.

But when Naya’s past misdeeds catch up with her, the depth and strength of their feelings are put to the test. Determined to prove he’s worthy of her trust, Menace will stop at nothing to save her.

Inside Scoop: Our heroine learns to love every decadent delight the hero offers, including BDSM play and a sizzling M/F/M ménage.

Excerpt

Nearing the door to his playroom, Menace realized Naya was being awfully quiet. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge. He tapped the door frame, activating the mechanism that pulled it wide open, and stepped into the room. The sight that greeted him left his mouth gaping wide open. “How the hell did you get loose?”

“Oh, nice of you to come check on me now!’ She shot an angry glare his way. With one ankle still cuffed to the chair where he’d placed her after her shower, Naya frantically worked to pick the lock. “What if I’d passed out chained to this chair?”

“There are sensors in the cuffs. They measure your pulse and respiratory rate. If you’d been in any distress, I would have been alerted.” Menace shook himself from the stupor of finding her nearly free. “How the hell—”

“For a soldier, you’re really bad at frisking.” She stuck out her tongue at him. “Always check the cheek, Menace. You’d be surprised how easy it to hide something like, oh, a hairpin, in there.”

He remembered the small black pins she’d been wearing in her hair during the Grab. He’d been sure he’d taken them all when he’d pushed her into the bathroom for her shower. Apparently he’d been wrong.

In a flash, she worked the final cuff free and jumped to her feet. She raised her hands as if prepared to fight him. “Get back, Menace!”

“Or what?” He laughed and shut the door. He pressed his thumb to the keypad there, activating the biometric lock. “You’ll stab me with a hairpin?”

She glared at him, her dark eyes flashing with such intense hatred. “Don’t tempt me.” She snatched up the chair and wielded it like a bat. “Maybe I’ll knock you upside the head with a chair. How does that sound?”

“Like first-degree assault,” he muttered.

“Exactly! Now get my clothes and get the hell out of my way.”

Menace let his interested gaze rake her naked form. His cock instantly responded to the sight of so much silky brown flesh. The memory of her struggling beneath him in the forest sent heat rolling through his stomach. So small and hot, her body had instantly called to him. The sight of her naked skin made his heart race.

Her perky breasts heaved with every shallow breath. Her nipples had drawn tight to dusky peaks. Not from arousal, of course. Fear. Cold. All those things could elicit the same response.

His needy gaze moved lower. His fingers just itched to ride the gentle slope of her curving waist to her full hips and thighs. Though petite, she carried more weight than most of the women he’d seen from her planet. She had the sweetest curves he’d ever seen. What he wouldn’t do for the chance to worship between her thighs.

“Are you deaf? Where the fuck are my clothes?”

Her waspish tongue ripped him from his lusty thoughts. Frowning, he said, “They’re in the laundry. I’ll give you clean clothes in the morning. If you cooperate,” he added, figuring this might be one of the few bargaining chips in his arsenal.

“Cooperate?” She scoffed loudly and let the chair drop with a noisy clatter. She gestured to the wall of implements he’d so carefully organized. Some of the floggers and crops and canes he’d had for years. Others, like the gags and clamps and toys, he’d chosen in preparation for bringing home a new wife. “Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen tonight, but I’ll tell you this, Menace. The only person getting their ass beat tonight is you.”

And there it was. Under all that bravado, she was afraid. She was scared. Of me.

The knowledge hit him hard. Realizing he’d gone about this all wrong, Menace quickly reassured her. “Naya, I told you earlier today that I will never hurt you. I meant that. Never will my hand or any of those things,” he pointed to the wall, “touch you without your consent.”

“Well, don’t hold your breath! My consent to be battered and abused will never come.”

“Battered? Abused?” He reeled in shock at her strong language. “Naya, domestic discipline and a little rough love between a husband and his wife is not abuse. So long as there is consent,” he added. “It’s sexy. It’s exciting. It’s intimate and loving.”

“Sexy? Intimate? Loving?” Eyes wide, she vehemently shook her head. “I’m sorry but this torture chamber isn’t inspiring any feelings of sexiness or intimacy.”

“That’s because I’ve screwed this up,” Menace admitted. He took a cautious step forward. “I should never have followed the usual protocol for claiming a wife. I should have done this differently.” He exhaled roughly and ran his fingers through his hair. “Can we just—can we call a time-out here?”

Her expression softened. The fists that had been raised and ready to pummel him slowly dropped. “All right.”

“Thank you.”

She gestured to his hand. “Why the hell are you carrying around a sock?”

He glanced at the white sock and sheepishly smiled. “I came in here hoping to offer you a truce. I didn’t have anything else white in my quarters.”

Surprise filtered across her beautiful face. “A truce? Why?”

“Because this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be, Naya. I don’t want a war with you. That’s the very last thing I want from you.”

She swallowed hard. “What do you want from me, Menace?”

“I want…” He faltered and search for the right words. “I want a wife and a family. I want you to be here when I come home in the evenings, Naya. I’ve spent the last twenty-four years of my life training, fighting, training some more and trying not to get killed. I’ve earned the right to some comfort, to some happiness. I want—I want that with you. Let me make you happy.”

She moved closer, the caginess gone from her once-mistrusting gaze. Now she looked at him with sadness in her dark eyes. “That’s not the way happiness works, Menace. The people in a relationship have to be happy by themselves before they can be happy together.” She hesitated. “Are you happy, Menace?”

“I am,” he replied honestly.

“But?”

“But I’m lonely,” he admitted, baring his secret to her. “Were you happy in Connor’s Run?”

“Most of the time,” she confirmed.

“But?”

“But it’s a hard life down there on Calyx,” she said.

Menace seized his opening. “I can give you a better, easier life here, Naya. You’ll never be hungry. You’ll never be cold. You’ll have access to medicine and technology. You’ll never be alone again. I will take care of you.”

“Why?”

“Because owning a wife, mastering a woman, it’s a precious thing. It’s the one thing I’ve strived for all these years. Owning you is my reward.”

Her voice grew tight and annoyed. “I don’t want to be owned.”

He understood her frustration with her new classification. “The laws are the laws, Naya. I own you now, but that doesn’t mean you’re property. It simply means that I’m responsible for you. I will never treat you any differently.”

“Yeah, sure you won’t.”

“I won’t,” he insisted.

“You own me, Menace. We’re different.”

“On paper,” he said. “In real life, it’s nothing like that. Don’t think of yourself as being owned. Think of yourself as my partner.”

“Your partner?” she repeated in disbelief. “You just said that mastering me is something precious. How can we be partners if you’re my master?”

“I want to be your master when we’re in here or in my—our—bedroom. The rest of our relationship would be equal.”

She rubbed her cheek and shook her head. “I don’t understand, Menace. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“It’s because we’re from two vastly different cultures.” His gaze skipped around the playroom as he tried to think of a way to explain this to her. Noticing the way she rubbed her upper arms, he unbuttoned his uniform shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. “Here. Take this. You’re cold.”

She eyed the offered shirt for a distrusting moment before finally taking it. “Don’t think this is winning you any favors.”

He chuckled softly. “Believe me, Naya. I’m starting to understand just how hard I’m going to have to work to earn your trust.”

“Good luck,” she said grumpily and slipped into his shirt. “That extra appendage between your legs has automatically put you on my shit list.”

He grimaced. “Could we maybe tone down the language a bit?”

She blinked at him. “You have a problem with cursing?”

“I do.”

“But you’re a soldier. You’re, like, a soulless killing machine. You hunted me down like a rabbit and dragged me back to your ship like a prize. I’m supposed to believe someone cold enough to do that to me doesn’t like to hear a good fuck you once in a while?”

He gritted his teeth at her description of him. “I am not a soulless killing machine. Every single life I’ve taken in battle has stayed with me.” He tapped his chest. “I carry the horror of war with me every day. It’s not a game to me, Naya.”

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she finished buttoning the shirt. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He sighed and slashed his hand through the air. “It’s fine. It’s forgotten. I’m sure you’ve spent most of your life hearing awful things about my people.”

She nodded. “So far most of them have proven true.”

He followed her gaze to the wall of impact-play implements. Remembering her earlier statement, he clarified, “This isn’t a torture chamber, Naya. This is a playroom.”

“Playroom?” She laughed. “I think words may not have the same meaning in your culture as they do in mine. A playroom is where kids keep their toys.”

“Well, this is a playroom for adults. These are our toys.”

“Your toys, maybe,” she replied hotly. Pointing at the wall, she said, “I am brutally aware of what those felt like on my bare ass. I assure you there was nothing playful about it, Menace.”

His gaze moved to the thin, snappy cane. “You’ve been caned?”

“Yep.”

“By a lover?”

She snorted. “By a principal and a teacher.” She pointed out a long leather strap. “My mother was rather fond of one of those.”

He was taken aback by the idea she’d been struck by her mother and in school. “Your teachers hit you?”

She stared at him as if he were the dumbest man in the universe. “Well, yeah. It’s called corporal punishment, Menace. You know, that thing you want to do to me.”

“No,” he said quickly. “I don’t want to beat you as punishment. What adults do in the privacy of their playrooms is in no way comparable to a grown adult beating on an innocent child.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t always innocent.”

Menace grunted in irritation. “It doesn’t matter. We don’t strike children in my culture.”

“But you go to military school at like, five, right? You honestly expect me to believe no one at the academy ever knocked you around?”

He shook his head. “Never. Not once.”

“You were obviously luckier than me.”

He was beginning to see that. Her obstinate behavior made more sense. “Why did your teachers strike you?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes it was for fighting. Most of the time it was for code infractions. My mom…” Her voice trailed off to nothing. “I didn’t always have a clean uniform for school. That was a big no-no. I finally figured out how to do my own laundry. Then, after my dad died, I missed a lot of school or I was late. Eventually I just decided it was easier to leave school than have a permanently black-and-blue ass.”

Menace let that tiny glimpse into her childhood sink in and take hold. The similarities to Hallie’s miserable childhood were so obvious. He finally understood why Vicious had taken such a drastically different route with Hallie—and why he was so overly protective of her.

Wordlessly, Menace strode to the wall and started yanking down the canes and crops and striking implements. He stuffed them in one of the drawers in the corner cabinet. Glancing back at the wall, he spotted the floggers. Those would have to go  too.

“What are you doing?”

He started to take down the floggers. “I’m putting away the things that scare you. There’s no reason to keep them out if I’m not going to use them.”

She stepped forward and hesitantly touched one of the soft tendrils of a flogger crafted for teasing and warming up a sub. “Why do you do it?”

The siren call of her body heat filled him with need. This was the closest they’d been without cursing or fighting. Calm and curious, she tempted him even more. He couldn’t help but compare her to the friend who had escaped him. He’d considered that one the epitome of his desires. Standing this close to Naya, gazing down into her dark eyes and breathing in her scent, he realized his first instinct had been dead wrong. It wasn’t the docile, sweet thing he needed. It was this young woman, this spitfire who drove him crazy.

“It’s our way,” he said finally.

She frowned at him. “What does that mean?”

“It means that our women are different than yours.” He placed his armful of floggers on the nearby restraint table. He selected the one she’d touched, the easy warm-up flogger, and handed it to her. “This is a flogger. It’s used for hitting fleshy parts.”

“Fleshy parts?”

“Buttocks, thighs, breasts…”

“I see.”

“There’s some new research that shows that the biochemical makeup of our Harcos women is vastly different than yours. Your bodies react much differently to endorphins, adrenaline and oxytocin.”

She glanced away from him. “I don’t really understand what that means. I never—I didn’t finish school, remember?”

His gut clenched at the shame filling her voice. Daring to touch her, he tipped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “It’s all right. You may not have book smarts, but you clearly have street smarts.”

She didn’t pull away from his touch. “You learn quickly how to survive. I can do math and I can read, obviously. I just don’t have much of a science background.”

“Would you like one?”

She looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Some of the wives have lobbied for a school program. It starts in a few weeks, I think. I’m sure Hallie can fill you in on the details.”

“Hallie?”

“My friend’s wife,” he explained. “She was Grabbed six months ago. She’s from Harper’s Well. That’s close to you, right?”

She made a face. “It’s nearby—and a hellhole. I mean, even when my life was at its shi—crappiest,” she hastily corrected, “I gave thanks that I wasn’t born in Harper’s Well.”

His lips twitched with amusement at the way she’d skipped over the profanity. There was hope for her yet.

“So tell me about these endorphins,” she instructed.

He let his fingers drop from her chin. “Women from our planet require pain to find pleasure. It’s just the way their body chemistry works. It might be something as simple as a nipple pinch to send them over the edge into climax. It might even require something as hard as a thorough caning and predicament bondage. But your women?” He eyed her carefully. “Your bodies respond much more quickly and easily to pleasure.”

“I guess.” The prettiest shade of pink colored the very tips of her ears. She kept her gaze averted and gestured with the flogger. “So people—my people—really enjoy this?”

“So far,” he confirmed. “The locker room talk is that most of your women enjoy multiple orgasms under the hands of their mates.”

Her shocked gaze snapped to his face. “Multiple? Is that even—I mean—no way, right? That has to be bullshit tall tales between friends.”

Menace decided it was now or never. He fingered one of the long, wide strands of the flogger and held her disbelieving gaze. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel, Naya. Hop up on that table and give me an hour. We’ll test out the locker room stories.”

What I’ve Been Up To…

2 Oct

It was a ridiculously busy summer here. The fall hasn’t shown any indication of slowing down. So a quick rundown of what I’ve been up to…

 

I’ve started a new paranormal menage (and more!) series at Siren. The town of Refuge, Texas is an enclave of supernatural folk. You know, witches, werewolves, cat and bear shifters, vampires, fairies and more. I’m halfway through Book #2 (Erin’s book) and almost finished outlining #3. This is a series and a world I’m so excited about and love writing!

 

I published the first three books in my Holiday Menage series. Two drop-dead sexy Alpha males, one sweet but curious jewelry designer and seven holidays of deliciously naughty fun? What’s not to love?!

We had a great garden this summer. It was a fabulous teaching experience for our kiddo, too. We harvested right around 25 pounds of roma tomatoes, a few pints of cherry tomatoes, two beefsteak tomatoes (my under-producing plants this year,) two dozen zucchini, almost two dozen yellow squash, two cantaloupes, green onions, arugula, and more.

We finished up the fall planting a week ago and already have dozens of sprouting plants. This is a pic of one garden bed. (We have three raised beds at the moment with more planned.) We’re growing kale, broccoli, cauliflower, sweet yellow onions, radishes, arugula, carrots, spinach, two lettuce mixes and various flowers that Nyx chose.

 

I’m a huge fan of canning! I’ve been doing it for a few years but recently started preserving food hardcore. So far this year I’ve canned blueberry preserves, blackberry and blueberry jam, cherries, peach vanilla jam, pear butter, tomatoes, salsa and more. I’ll probably do applesauce and apple butter as soon as I get a good price on apples. (Did I mention I’m a frugal fiend?!)

 

 

Our little monkey turned 3 in September! What a wild, crazy three years it’s been! Kiddo was born with multiple severe heart defects. In the last three years, she’s had two heart surgeries, oral surgery and a hernia repair. We spent more time in hospitals and doctor’s offices than I ever care to remember.

But it was so worth it! Nyx is the sweetest, funniest kid and Dave and I can’t imagine a day without her. And, yes, she’s doing extremely well. She saw her cardiologist yesterday and got a clean bill of health. Her heart function is great and her pulmonary stenosis hasn’t increased. She gets a whole twelve month reprieve from having to visit his office!

So. That’s what I’ve been up to the last few months. I hope to have some good news regarding a new scifi/capture fantasy series very soon. Stay tuned!

 

 

Three-Day Weekend (MMFMM Werewolves) on Pre-Order!

4 Sep

 

Three-Day Weekend, the first book in my new Refuge, Texas series, is available via pre-order on Bookstrand.

All Shelby Mosley wants is a long weekend of R & R. Finding a wounded wolf smack-dab in the highway and taking shelter with his three owners in their secluded cabin isn’t part of the plan.

But something isn’t quite right with these Blackhorse men. What the heck is up with all the wolf décor? And where do they get off smelling so deliciously good? That ought to be criminal!

Shelby spends a wicked, wild night with the three men. But the cold light of morning brings a startling discovery. Alex isn’t a wolf anymore. He’s an injured man who wants to claim her. Con, Ty, and Chuck are also werewolves who believe she is their mate!

When she learns Alex’s injury was a first strike in a looming war against a new breed of grotesque creatures, Shelby is faced with a choice. She can flee the danger or she can stand with her men and face the coming nightmare.

*The men in this book share a last name (wolf pack name) but they aren’t siblings.*

 

Story Excerpt

“Shelby.” Con looked conflicted. She watched as his fingers curled and uncurled, as his chest lifted and fell. He wanted to say something, but it was as if the words couldn’t work themselves beyond his lips. Her stomach knotted into a ball of anxiety. Whenever those words finally escaped, they were probably going to be some doozies.

“Hell!” Swearing loudly, he crossed the open floor between them with such speed it made her head spin. She gasped and tried to retreat, but her back knocked into the door. There was no escape.

“Don’t, sweetheart,” he pleaded, his gaze desperate. “Don’t fight me.” His big, rough hand cupped the back of her neck. His thumb rubbed tender circles on her skin. That smell, those overpowering notes of fresh-cut grass and summer, invaded her nose. The momentary prickle of fear fled. Gazing up into his honest, pleading eyes, she understood. His eyes displayed a scary emotion with which she was intimately familiar. Con wasn’t trying to hurt or force her into anything. He simply didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted without making himself vulnerable to rejection. This abrupt come-on was just a defensive reaction.

Shelby wasn’t sure why, but the overwhelming need to bow her head suddenly took hold. She glanced down and lowered her chin, twisting her face just enough to show Con the side of her neck. Above her, he growled. The unexpected noise shocked her. How the hell was a human making that kind of sound?

In the next instant, he tipped her chin and lowered his face. His eyes, once a warm chocolate, now glowed a mysterious shade of amber. That alone should have given her pause, but she discovered the mesmerizing color made her weak in the knees and desperate for his touch. Her eyelids drifted together as Con teased his lips across hers. Lust blossomed in her core.

Toes curling, she slid her hands up his big, strong arms and welcomed his searching tongue. He groaned hungrily as he captured her mouth. The little vibrations rippled down her throat and into her chest. She mewled like a kitten and clutched at him, wanting more of him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping and dancing with hers until they were both panting and shaking.

As if electrified, she buzzed with arousal. This was such a new feeling. Oh, she’d been hot before when making out but nothing like this. Shelby was on fire and couldn’t breathe. Only the sensation of Con’s palms gliding across her skin assuaged the burn. “I need…I need…”

“I know.” Con pressed his lips to her forehead and crouched down to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out as his lips fell to her neck. He kissed and sucked and licked that sweet spot there until she hovered on the brink of coming. It was the most deliciously wild thing she’d ever experienced.

With his fingers tangled in her hair, Con tilted her head back even farther and nipped lightly at her neck. She rocked against his hard body. The towel had come loose and was bunched between their bodies. Con’s rough palm cupped her bare breast. He was so surprisingly gentle as he touched her. His thumb stroked her stiff nipple. She responded so easily to his skillful hands. Already, she was so wet and hot.

“Come to bed with us, Shelby.” Con’s lips were against her ear now. He pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “We need you, Shelby. We’ve been waiting so long for you.”

We? She pulled back quickly and knocked her head against the door. Con winced and rubbed the sore spot she’d just created. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

She dragged his hand away from her head. Pinned between his massive, muscular body and the door, she felt sorely at a disadvantage but pressed forward. “What do you mean ‘we’?”

Con seemed reluctant to answer. “I mean me, Ty, Chuck, and Al—all of us.”

She didn’t miss the way he’d switched his words there at the last. Was there some other housemate she hadn’t yet met? Regardless, she wasn’t about to give him what he’d requested. She had standards, and hopping into bed with three men was so far beyond them it was incomprehensible. “I’m not that kind of girl, Con.”

His brow furrowed. “What does that mean, Shelby? I wasn’t aware that I’d implied you were somehow less respectable by asking you to come to bed with us.”

“You’re joking, right?” She tried to figure out how he’d gotten such a warped idea of what was right and wrong. “Men sharing a woman is wrong, Con. It’s not normal.”

“Who said we were normal?” His eyes flashed that strange shade of amber again. “Did you ever think that what you call wrong we consider the most normal and wonderful thing in the world?”

“I…” She didn’t have an answer for that one. “It’s not for me, Con.”

“How do you know, Shelby?” His head dipped, and he dragged his nose against the curve of her throat right up to her jaw, inhaling deeply as he went. “Your scent tells me differently. It’s much stronger now, but earlier, during dinner, I smelled it, too. Even then, your body recognized us as the mates you need just as our bodies recognized you as ours.”

“Mates?” Shelby’s world was spinning. The amber eyes. The way each man had such a unique scent. The way Con had growled earlier. Their bizarre connection to the wolf, Alex. What the hell was going on in this cabin?

“Later, Shelby,” Con said in a low, commanding voice that made butterflies swarm through her belly. “We’ll explain it all later. Just feel right now. Trust what your heart is telling you.” He held her gaze until her skin prickled with heat. “Trust me.”

Even through the fog of desire, Shelby recognized that some teensy, tiny part of her was screaming the obvious. She needed to run, like, fast. She needed to get away from this cabin and these strange men as quickly as possible.

But the practical side of her brain started to misfire as she did exactly what Con said. She trusted her heart. She trusted him.

Hands shaking, she clasped his face and brought her lips to his. The kiss was simple and sweet but sealed her fate. With a whisper, she ordered, “Take me to bed.”

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