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New Release: Caught By Menace (Grabbed #2) #scifi #bdsm

24 Jun

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Caught By Menace (Grabbed #2) released on Friday! The book is available at Amazon, Ellora’s Cave and All Romance eBooks. When it’s available at B&N and Kobo, I’ll drop the links here, Facebook and my website. I know how annoying it is to hunt for links when you want to read a book right now so I’ll make it as easy as possible!

The next book in the Grabbed series is Venom’s story. I’ll be turning that book into my editor by the end of July so I’d expect Ellora’s Cave will put it on the release schedule sometime in early fall. As soon as I know, I’ll let you know! Make sure to follow me here or Facebook or sign up for my newsletter to get info and updates on new releases, free reads, swag, giveaways, etc.

 

Caught By Menace

 

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.

 

Available now at Amazon, Ellora’s Cave and All Romance eBooks.
You can read excerpts and teasers here, here and here.

 

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.”

Caught By Menace Release Date & Teaser #Grabbed #Sexy #Scifi

6 Jun

Caught By Menace (Grabbed #2) has a release date! The book will be available June 21, 2013! I’ll be offering up some teasers and sexy snippets in the weeks leading up to the books release. Make sure to stalk this blog, my Facebook page or even sign up for my newsletter for updates, teasers, etc. Also–I’ve picked up some nifty swag for readers–but more on that later. 🙂

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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.

A Romantica® sci-fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

EXCERPT

Cutting through the woods, Naya checked the forest for signs to help her navigate. This tree, that rock formation, the winding empty creek beds—all of them helped her stay on course. She estimated she was less than ten minutes from the safe zone and the spot they’d chosen to rendezvous with Josef.

“Naya!” Jennie’s bloodcurdling shriek ripped through the forest. Spurred into action, Naya sprinted even faster in the direction of the scream. Her stomach clenched so tightly she was sure she would heave her guts. Legs burning and sides aching, she burst through some thick underbrush into a clearing. The slap of the thorny branches left her bare calves nastily scratched, but she couldn’t think about that now.

Naya’s stomach dropped at the sight of Jennie trying to evade the clutches of the sky warrior with the pale-white hair and green eyes. Refusing to let him Grab her best friend when they were this close to the safe zone, Naya reacted without thinking. She raced across the tall grass separating them and slammed into the man’s side, wrapping both arms around his upper thighs and taking him to the ground.

His shocked grunt ricocheted off the trees. Stunned she’d been able to throw him off balance, Naya scrambled to her feet before he could recover and grabbed Jennie’s hand. She roughly tugged on her friend. “Move. Now!

They ran as if the flames of hell licked at their heels. Naya ignored the pain accompanying every breath. She was certain she hadn’t broken anything, but she’d definitely bruised her shoulder and right side tackling that behemoth.

“Come back here!” he growled menacingly and chased after them. “You won’t make it. Not both of you!”

Naya refused to even consider that possibility. They were so close to making their escape. She couldn’t give up hope now.

“Jennie!” Josef appeared at the tree line. He sucked in ragged breaths, his sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his lean frame. “Jennie! Hurry!”

Relieved by the sight of Josef, Naya shoved her friend forward. “Move, Jennie. Move! We have to—aargh!”

“Got you!”

Naya lurched forward and then snapped back as a massive hand gripped the back of her shirt. She heard fabric tearing as her momentum was cruelly arrested. As if in slow motion, she fell backward, her shoes sliding on the dewy grass and her hands snatching at empty air. “No!”

Jennie grabbed her hand and jerked but she wasn’t strong enough. “Naya! Naya!”

“Leave her,” Josef shouted as he rushed toward them. He frantically forced Jennie’s fingers open and hauled her up into his arms. Eyes glistening and chest heaving, he sobbed, “I’m sorry, Naya. I’m so sorry.”

Panicked and overcome with dread, Naya screamed for help. “Jennie! Jennie!

But Josef didn’t stop. He ran. He ran with the woman he loved tucked safely in his arms. Yet again, Naya had been left behind.

Naya shuddered in revulsion as the warrior tried to flip her over. She balled up her fist and whacked him on the jaw as he finally succeeded in forcing her onto her back. He hissed in pain but didn’t strike back. Instead, he captured her smaller hand in his and restrained her arm overhead. Shockingly, he didn’t try to hurt her.

“Enough,” he whispered harshly. “It’s done. You’re caught.”

“Please,” she sobbed, her emotions overwhelming her. “Please let me go. My friends—”

“They left you. They’re long gone.” The briefest flash of sadness crossed his face. “You’re mine now.”

Naya dragged a slow, shaky breath into her lungs. She hated herself for crying in front of him. Showing a man—especially one as dangerous as this—weakness was a terrible mistake. “You’re going to regret Grabbing me.”

“Probably,” he agreed with a sharp laugh. “The same way you’ll regret coming to the aid of your friend. You could have been halfway to space by now if you’d just kept running.”

“I will never regret saving Jennie from you. She loves Josef. She belongs with Josef.”

“And now you belong to me,” he reminded her.

“Not for long,” she warned.

He laughed again, the sound so cruel. “You aren’t the first bride to threaten that and you won’t be the last.” His fingertips trailed her cheek. “It won’t work. It never does.”

She choked back the sob that threatened to escape her lips. As if curious, he lowered his face until their noses nearly touched. Eyes closed, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his lungs. When his eyes opened again, he tilted his head. “I’m Menace. What’s your name?”

“Naya,” she whispered. Menace? What the hell kind of name was that? She studied his face but it was pointless. Try as she might, she couldn’t read this man. The unsettling feeling of being completely at his mercy made her stomach lurch.

“Naya,” he repeated slowly. His fingertips moved down her jaw and along the side of her neck. “I like that. It’s different.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers glided across her collarbone and down the center of her chest. Her ripped shirt displayed too much flesh. Menace took advantage and swept his fingertips across her bare belly. His touch, so intimate and possessive, caused goose bumps to blossom on her hot skin.

Pinned beneath his powerful frame, Naya could barely move. Trapped and terrified, she tried to slow her panicked breaths. She fought the claustrophobia gripping her chest.

Menace must have read the fear in her face. Caressing her arm, he urged, “Easy, Naya. Deep breaths. You’re safe with me.”

Despite his surprisingly kind voice, she chortled sarcastically. “Safe? With you?”

His jaw visibly tightened. “Your people may think we’re all monsters, but it isn’t true. I’ve never harmed a woman in my life. I won’t allow you to be harmed either. Do you understand? You are mine now. Mine.

The possessive word rang in her ears. Her new reality washed over her like cold water, chilling her right to the bone. Unlike many women in her world, she’d been able to live a fairly independent existence. Even as a homeless, orphaned teenager, she’d found a way to escape the clutches of men who wanted to make her their own. To now be owned by someone—by this stranger—left her feeling ill.

“I don’t want to be yours.”

His lips settled into a grim line. “It’s too late for that. I’ve Grabbed you. It’s done.”

Putting an end to the discussion, he reached into the front pocket of his black uniform shirt and withdrew a thin white collar. Squeezing her eyes shut, Naya cursed the tears that dripped from her lashes onto her cheeks. The collar was slipped around her throat and fastened, not too tightly, but snug enough to remind her that she was this man’s property now.

“Don’t,” he rasped and wiped the wetness from her face. “I gave you my word, Naya. I’ll take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” She laughed caustically. “If stealing me away from my planet and forcing me to be your sex slave is your idea of taking care of me, I’ll pass.”

“Luckily for me, I’m not giving you the option.” He rose to his full height, reached down and swept her up off the ground. His pale eyes fixed her with a warning stare. “Don’t even think about trying to kick or hit me or run away, Naya.”

She arched her brow and informed him of the obvious. “You’ll have to put me down sometime.”

Menace snorted and patted her backside. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve got cuffs and a gag waiting on the ship.”

Her jaw dropped with shock. Indignant, she whacked his arm. “You’re a pig, you know that?”

“Is that the worst you’ve got for me?” Laughing, he shifted her in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

Forced into the awkward position, she stiffened in fear of being dropped right on her head. “What kind of a dirtbag carries around cuffs and gags?”

“The kind who plans to protect his investment,” he replied matter-of-factly. “I survived some of the nastiest, most brutal battles of the war to gain enough points to Grab a wife. I’m not about to let you run off or get taken by another male. You might not have been the one I wanted, but you’re pretty enough for a consolation prize.”

His words wounded her more than his fists ever could have. Not the one he wanted? His consolation prize?

Suddenly she was taken back to the night her mother had packed her bags and left with the sky trader. Only six years old, Naya had tearfully begged her mother to take her along, to please not leave her behind, but the answer then hadn’t been any different than Menace’s cutting remark just now. Her mother had revealed she’d never wanted her and had viewed her as little more than an obstacle in her path to happiness.

And then there had been her older brother, Nattie. What had he told her the night he’d chosen to take Sindee, his girlfriend, to the colonies instead of her? I love her. She’s everything to me.

Because, in the end, Naya had meant nothing to him. After she’d risked her life to make the money they needed to run, she’d been disposable. Nattie had easily discarded her in his quest for freedom and a new life with his girlfriend in the colonies.

Forced to relive some of the lowest memories of her life by Menace’s cruel remark, Naya fought the urge to punch him in the kidneys. Just the knowledge that his three hundred pounds of dead weight would crush her on the forest floor stopped Naya from taking some revenge for his hurtful words.

All the fight left her then. She sagged against his powerful shoulder and let his thick, corded arms bear her full weight. This would go down as one of the worst days of her life. She’d been abandoned by the last person she’d loved and trusted and captured by a man who didn’t even want her. Now he was taking her back to his ship where he would force to do all kinds of degrading and perverted things.

But that didn’t mean she had to go quietly. She’d make him so miserable he’d trip over himself to put her on a transport ship bound for the colonies just for some peace and quiet. Oh, she’d let him think he’d won this battle, but their personal war? It was far from over.

On Tour With Two Big, Sexy Russians!

1 May

I’m on a blog tour for the next two weeks with the heroes of my Her Russian Protector series!

 

There are lots of stops at some really fabulous reader and reviewer blogs. I’m doing interviews and guest posts with snippets from both books and some teasers about the upcoming books (YURI and NIKOLAI) and the possibility of more stories in this universe.

 

There’s also a giveaway–$25 gift card for the grand prize and four sets of IVAN and DIMITRI in digital format! You can catch me at the following stops:

 

4/29 – Nina’s Literary Escape
4/30 – Riverina Romantics
5/01 – Flirting with Romance
5/02 – Book Monster Reviews
5/04 – Froggarita’s Bookcase
5/05 – Mad Hatter Reads
5/06 – United by Books
5/08 – Book Lovin’ Mamas
5/09 – My Reading Obsession
5/10 – Books, Books and More Books
5/11 –  Offbeat Vagabond
5/12 – Romance Junkies

 

Hope to see you there! :)

Men of Grabbed #sexy #scifi #EllorasCave

14 Apr

First–I want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to all the readers who have discovered and enjoyed Grabbed By Vicious. You have no idea how amazing it feels to have so many of you finding me here, my website or Facebook. I love every single message and email I receive!

There have been quite a few questions about the other men in the series–and the answer is yes! They’ll all have books. Caught By Menace is currently in edits with Ellora’s Cave and I’ve finished a third of Venom. I plan to write Raze’s story this year and part of Cipher’s as well. Yes–Terror has a book!

Oh–and the Barnes and Noble thing. There was some sort of distributor snafu there and it should show up any day. You can grab an epub copy from Ellora’s Cave or All Romance eBooks–but I know how inconvenient it is to have to sideload a book so I sympathize with Nook readers’ frustrations. (Looks like Vicious is part of the rebate deal at ARe right now! Hot damn, I love a good sale! 🙂 )

I’ve created a new page on my website for the men of the Grabbed universe–Men of Grabbed. There are sexy pics of ridiculously hot man chests (delish!) and character backgrounds for the men in the books I’ve already contracted or will be shortly contracting with Ellora’s Cave.

Again–huge thanks to all the readers who have fallen in love with Vicious and Hallie. As a writer, there’s no better feeling than realizing readers love a couple as much as you do!

 

 

Grabbed By Vicious #3 on Fantasy/Futuristic Romance @ Amazon!

6 Apr

Well this was an interesting discovery to make this morning! Probably the only time in my life I’ll be squeezed between Stephanie Meyer and Diana Gabaldon! 🙂

 

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Grabbed By Vicious Sneak Peek #2 #scifi #capture #romance

22 Mar

 

Last week, I offered a sneak peek of GRABBED BY VICIOUS, the first book in my new GRABBED series from Ellora’s Cave. This week, I’m offering the second half of that sexy scene! The book releases next Friday, March 29! I’m so excited. 🙂

BLURB

Hallie has never run so fast in her life. One of the frightening sky warriors from the warship Valiant is hot on her heels and intent on capturing her as his bride. He takes her down, places his collar around her neck. With one word, he claims her.

Mine.

Born and bred for the military, Vicious has spent years rising through the ranks. Hallie is his reward, the beautiful sprite ensnaring him with a glance.

Despite her fear of Vicious, Hallie surrenders under his skillful hands and mouth. If she’ll submit, he promises pleasure and comfort. After a lifetime of hardship, his offer tempts her greatly.

One night with Hallie and Vicious feels his protective instincts flaring. He’ll do anything to make her happy and keep her safe, even if that means surrendering his heart. Though he intended to master her, Vicious realizes it may be his sweet Hallie who masters him.

 

 

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EXCERPT

Vicious had never known such excitement or happiness. In all his life, moments of true joy had been few and fleeting. He’d been born and bred for the hard life of a soldier. From the earliest age, he’d experienced only violence and austerity. Now, many years later, he’d finally been given his reward.

And what a thing of beauty she was! He gazed at her sweet face, her cheeks and ears still ruddy from exertion. She had the softest brown eyes, their color reminiscent of the alcoholic drink he sometimes enjoyed in the evenings. She had nice curves and lean muscle. Her small breasts strained against her damp shirt. He normally preferred women with ample breasts and big hips but he decided he liked this woman’s thinner frame just as well.

Those short legs of her were something else! He’d never seen a woman run so fast. She was small and lithe, her movements so graceful and sure. Clearly she’d been training for this. The uncertainty of the chase had excited him. He’d been expecting a slow-moving race. He’d never considered they would get more than a few hundred yards into the woods, yet this little rabbit had evaded him for nearly two miles. They’d long since left behind the other participants.

Watching her leap over downed trees and hop from boulder to boulder had reassured him that she was exactly the kind of woman he needed. He’d experienced a great deal of worry when she’d grabbed that rope to swing across the stream like some kind of jungle creature. He’d known real panic when he’d fallen. It wasn’t that he was afraid he’d be hurt. He’d taken much worse falls in battle. No, he’d been certain his mistake would make it easier for her to reach the safe zone—and then what?

From the moment he’d first spied her, he’d known no other woman would ever come close to surpassing her. He couldn’t simply enter another Grab in another of the planet’s villages or The City and find a different bride. This little one was it, even though she was nothing like the imaginary woman he’d conjured in his mind as a potential target. He’d come to her planet, a place renowned for its docile beauties, in search of a blonde-haired buxom woman of a certain age.

Instead, he’d been ensnared by this dark-haired pixie.

Before the Grab began, the women chosen by the lottery had been penned in the town square. The day’s race route had been pasted to a kiosk there. She’d been the first woman to leave the penned herd to study the boundaries and find the safe zone. Unlike the handful of women who’d joined her, she’d actually had plans in motion. The others stared at the map in confusion and fear. Not this one, though. He’d recognized the focused expression on her face as one he and his comrades had often worn. She was strategizing in much the same way he had when looking at battle plans.

In that moment, he’d recognized her intelligence and ingenuity. Choosing a bride by looks and from a distance had its hazards. Most men picked a woman who was sexy or attractive in some specific way and followed her into the woods. For a man like Vicious, his needs were a bit more complex. He could get a pretty face at any sky port brothel. No, he needed a woman capable of breeding strong, intelligent children, especially sons to fill the ranks of the Harcos forces.

He’d always assumed a blonde woman close to his height and in her late twenties to early thirties would be his ideal mate. Instead, he’d claimed the absolute opposite. He supposed there was no denying the call of biology. Something in him recognized this dark-haired sprite as his match.

Vicious fingered the collar he’d placed around her neck. Mine. He’d never really owned anything in his life. For the first time, he had something that was truly his alone. No one could take her from him. No one could touch her without his consent—and that would never be given. Some men allowed their friends to share their mates but not Vicious. This creature was precious to him. Her body would know only the touch of his hands and his mouth, just as he would know only hers from this moment forward.

The tips of his black gloves slid through the shiny wetness spreading across her cheeks. It pained him to see her crying but he wasn’t surprised by it. Not all women reacted with enthusiasm at being Grabbed. The lottery system supporting the ritual made it difficult to weed out the women who truly wanted to be here and the ones who were forced.

As a warrior, he could understand the pain of being conquered. Though he’d never been captured, he’d seen the defeat in the eyes of the insurgents and even some of the more primitive, monstrous aliens he’d bested. His little mate, so brilliant and sweet, had fought so bravely but lost to a superior opponent. There was no shame in this, but she wasn’t battle hardened and didn’t understand such things. He would allow her this moment of sadness.

He sat back on his heels and studied her small form. He caressed her arms, his gloved hands gliding up and down her sweat-slicked skin. The thin fabric of her shirt bunched up around her shoulders as he swept his hands along her arms. He wasn’t sure what to say that would make her feel better. He’d claimed her and there was no going back. “What’s your name?”

“Hallie.” Her voice wobbled. Her hands now free, she wiped at her face. “And you?”

He wrapped some of her silky brown hair around his fingers. She wore her hair a bit shorter than most women on this planet, the wavy locks only reaching her shoulders. “Vicious.”

“Oh god.”

Her eyes widened in terror. He tried not to chuckle at her unfounded fear. The name he’d been given at his pinning ceremony had been one bestowed upon him by the staff of the military academy and wasn’t of his own choosing. Every graduating class had a theme of names. His year had been a particularly violent theme.

He touched her face again, his black gloves so stark against her paler skin. “Don’t fear me, Hallie. I may be vicious on the battlefield but you will never know that side of me.”

She eyed him warily. She didn’t believe him. That much was clear. Vicious vowed to show her that he could be kind and gentle.

She worked up the courage to ask, “What happens now?”

He reached down, grasped her by the waist and hauled her off the ground. She stiffened when he draped her over his shoulder but didn’t fight him. Her submission pleased him greatly. He rubbed her lower back and settled his arm across her thighs, clamping her in place as he carried her. “We go home.”