Found Girl: Project Enterprise 6 by @paulinebjones #sciencefiction #romance #SFR


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Title Found Girl: Project Enterprise 6

Author Pauline Baird Jones

Genre Science Fiction Romance

 

Book Blurb

She likes being lost…

 

He needs to be found…

 

Arian Teraz would be perfectly happy if she never returned to her cheerless, hopeless world. Her life changes when her ship is damaged. Rescued by a handsome alien from a distant galaxy, Arian longs to find a place with him and his people.

 

Hotshot USAF pilot, Captain Jackson “Coop” Cooper knew the risks of boldly going somewhere before he signed up for the Project Enterprise expedition. When an anomaly sends his ship into a mysterious, no-exit sanctuary about to be invaded by a deadly adversary, he is forced to trust the unusual woman who might be his only ticket out.

 

With an invasion threatening the sanctuary and enemies emerging from Arian’s past, Arian and Coop must combine forces to seize an uncertain future together. Can they save each other as they battle the forces trying to rip them apart, or will the secret Arian’s ship carries – along with those seeking to exploit her – separate them forever?

 

Grab your copy of Found Girl today and dive into the sixth installment in the award-winning Project Enterprise series – your transport to action, adventure, and romance in space.

 

Excerpt

Arian glanced around to make sure they were alone, then lowered her voice. “How do you signal to a male, a man that you wish to be kissed?”

 

The woman grinned. “Just pucker up, ma’am. Hard part is to get them to stop.”

 

“Oh.” Arian considered this. She had not wanted Coop to stop, but he had. Had he sensed the Colonel approaching? But if a man would kiss any woman he was alone with… “So it is not something special when he kisses you?”

 

Now the woman seemed to really look at her. She was quiet for a few seconds. “It can be. When two people truly care about each other, kissing can be more…intimate than sex.”

 

“How do you know which it is?”

 

Her guide blinked several times, then grinned. “Well, if you ask them where they think the relationship is going and they don’t run away, that’s a good sign.”

 

“In the movie, they spoke words of affection,” Arian said.

 

“That’s a movie, it’s like made up. You know that right?”

 

Arian nodded. Coop had explained that all the people were actors pretending to be the real people in a story written by someone else.

 

Her guide’s brow creased in worry. “Sometimes guys will say things so they can, well…”

 

“Couple with you?”

 

Her face turned quite red, but she nodded. “Yes, ma’am. We call it sex. Or making love.”

 

Arian filed this away for further consideration. “How do you know the difference?”

 

This appeared to be a most difficult question because the crease in her forehead deepened.

 

“Well, you.sometimes you don’t know. You find out when they leave.” Her eyes turned sad. “Or when they don’t leave.” Now her mouth curved in smile and her eyes softened as if she saw something—someone?—not there with them.

 

She’d been hurt. Arian sensed this from her, but she was better now. “I see.” Or thought she did. She’d wondered what power Coop might have to damage her. This might be that power.

 

“They say love is a leap, ma’am. You don’t know how it’s going to end until you jump.”

 

She would not have understood this analogy before climbing down the power core. There had not been much up in her life until now. “You take the risk, or you don’t,” Arian said thoughtfully.

 

“Well,” her guide looked wry now, “sometimes you do it because you can’t help it. Attraction can be a bitch.”

 

The guide smiled, so Arian smiled back, sensing this was a mild joke.

 

“If your gut is telling you to run? Then do it, ma’am. It will hurt but not as much as if he walks away.”

 

 

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Author Biography

Pauline never liked reality, so she writes books. She likes to wander among the genres, rampaging like Godzilla, because she does love peril mixed in her romance.

 

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Children of the Mist by @Hywela_Lyn #sciencefictionromance #fantasy #giveaway #TWRP


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Title:  Children Of the Mist (Vol 2 of the Destiny Trilogy, but each book is a ‘Stand Alone’)

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre:  SF/FANTASY ROMANCE

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own.

 

Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late?

 

Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?

 

Giveaway:

Enter to win a $5 WRP (Publisher) Gift Card. All you have to do is comment at the bottom of the post with your name and email.

 

Hywela Lyn will pick a winner on July 18th.

 

Excerpt:

 

As soon as the meal was finished and the guests left the table, Vidarh spotted Tamarith making her way toward him, with an air of purpose in her stride. This morning she wore a long, elegant crimson gown, a narrow black girdle encircling her tiny waist, with sandals on her feet.

 

Her hair hung loose, rippling around her ankles. She was unlike any woman he had known—and it wasn’t only her beauty that intrigued him. She had a remoteness about her too, despite her pleasant manner, and he had a feeling there was something she was hiding. Something he sensed she felt strongly enough about to deliberately keep shielded, even though it was inherent in their very natures that no telepath on Niflheim would ever pry, unbidden, into the mind of another.

 

Good morning, Vidarh, it looks as if we’re going to have beautiful day.

 

It certainly does. Given the curious look in her eye, Vidarh was sure Tamarith wanted more from him than small talk.

 

I would like to talk to you before Gullin calls us all together, if you can spare a few minutes.

 

Of course, Vidarh agreed as he followed her outside and walked with her along the mosaic path beside the banks of flowers that edged the lake.

 

****

 

Tamarith stopped and gazed for a moment across the water. The G-type sun, now fully risen, caused the lake to shimmer like a veil of golden silk, with scarcely a ripple disturbing its calm. The pastel-colored walls of the graceful buildings on the shore reflected the glow of both suns. In the distance, the mountains encircling the settlement reached high into the cerulean sky. The swirling mist that hid their summits was as much a part of Niflheim as the earth upon which she and Vidarh stood.

 

She sensed his mind discreetly touch hers and realized he was staring at her keenly. She turned back to face him, returning his questioning glance and studying him in turn.

 

Taller than average, and broad-shouldered, today he wore a sleeveless, belted leather shirt over thick breeches, with long, icecat-wool lined boots. His upper arms were well muscled, his skin tanned as if he were used to working outdoors. His curly, dark auburn hair, kept away from his face with a plain leather band, reached almost to his shoulders. It caught the sun’s rays and gleamed like the polished dark red wood of the trees that flanked the feet of the mountains. She took in his clear, hazel eyes, with their friendly twinkle, the long, straight nose, strong jaw line and smiling mouth. He would have been fighting off the local unattached young women if the situation they found themselves in were not so serious.

 

Not that she was particularly interested in his looks, or those of any other man, for that matter. No, something else about Vidarh of Ragnak excited her curiosity.

 

It’s about yesterday…

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002HMC7VE

 

The Wild Rose Press

https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2350-children-of-the-mist.html

 

Hywela Lyn

 

Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales, which inspired so much of her writing.

 

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature.  Her characters often have to fight the elements and the terrain itself.  Her heroes are strong and courageous, but chivalrous and honourable – and of course, handsome and hunky. Her heroines are also strong and courageous, but retain their femininity and charm.  However difficult the journey, love will always win in the end.

 

She is a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

A keen animal lover, she has two horses, a ‘feral’ stable cat, and a rescued terrier, who manages to twist her round his little paw.  When she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just eating chocolate!

 

 

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Meet RONA-Shortlisted Author @Hywela_Lyn and her #Books! #TuesdayBookBlog #romance #scifi


Hywela Lyn

 

One of the perks of being in the publishing industry is I get to meet authors from all over the world. I first met Hywela Lyn in 2016 when she requested a book review. An author from Wales, she and I instantly clicked (we have family from Wales). She’s one of the nicest women I’ve ever met and her stories stick with you long after you’ve read the last page. She agreed to sit down with me (MRS N) for a candid interview. It’s my great pleasure to introduce Hywela Lyn. So please give her a warm POTL Blog welcome. Take it away, Hywela:

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

 

Names are very important for me – my characters become living, breathing people in my own mind, so it is important that their names reflect who they are. Often they come to me with their name already – Jess or Jestine Darnell from ‘Starquest’ is a good example. Previously I had never particularly liked the name Jess, but when she ‘told’ me she was called Jess, I realised that it really suited her, and I love the name now. I knew it was short for something, although I also knew it was not Jessica, and then I realised that ‘Jestine’, a slight variation of the name Justine was perfect, although she rarely uses it, preferring the shortened form. ‘Children Of The Mist’, the second book in trilogy,  is set on the imaginary planet ‘Niflheim’, named after the land of cold and mist of Norse legends, because much of the planet is covered in ice and snow and a perpetual mist, although the inhabited areas are more temperate. It followed that the settlers of this planet would naturally name their children after characters in Nordic legend, so apart from one or two exceptions, most of the characters are named after the Scandinavian gods or mythical places. In ‘Beloved Enemy’ Kerry Marchant (another character who came to mind ready named) is the lead character after being a secondary character in Starquest’. Cat (Catrina) has Irish in her background although this is not specifically mentioned in the novel, so somehow I knew O’Brian was her surname although for reasons of her own she uses ‘Kincaid’ but Cat seemed just right for her, and as she says herself, she’s no pussycat ‘this cat has claws’ but she also has a heart which she tries very hard to hide.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

 

Finishing my first book and getting it published! It took me a long time to polish it enough to feel it was ready to submit to a publisher, but it was worth all the hard work.

 

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

 

I’ve always made up stories in my head and I can’t imagine not wanting to write, but I’ve always loved horses, since I was a small child. I really wanted to work at a riding stable, but was dissuaded from doing so by my headmaster, who insisted there was ‘no money in it’, as if money was more important than loving one’s work, or job satisfaction! So I allowed myself to be persuaded to take up office administration as a career. It did enable me to earn enough money to buy my first horse, and in retrospect it was not a bad career move, since I learnt to touch type and find my way around a computer, which came in really useful when I decided to actually start writing down my stories and send them to magazines, before branching out into writing a full length novel which started me on my writing career, although I did have to wait until I retired from full time work to actually have my first novel published!  In the years I worked in an office, I did manage to spend a lot of time with my horses though, and did long distance endurance riding in the beautiful mountains of Wales. Many a writing plot has been hatched while on the back of a horse!

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

 

A bit of both, I think.  I always know how a book is going to end, although the ending may change by the time I actually get there, but I need to have something to work towards.  I write rough ‘chapter headings’ with perhaps a few lines beneath of the important scenes or turning points in the chapter. I will invariably have more chapters to add, but my rough outline acts as a guide.  I allow my characters to tell me how the story progresses, and they often stray from the outline – sometimes I will argue with them but I usually find they are right!

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

 

My first published book was ‘Starquest’. It started as a short story, and was supposed to be a ‘one off’. However by the end, I knew there would be a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’, and after mulling it over for a few years I finally wrote the third book in what has become the Destiny Trilogy, ‘Beloved Enemy’. Each book is complete in itself although featuring some of the same characters and I was thrilled when ‘Beloved Enemy’ was shortlisted for the Romance Novelists Association RoNA awards, 2017

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

 

My publisher put out a call for a ‘Friendly ghost’ story, so that’s what I’m working on at the moment. It is set in Wales, on a pony stud, so I’m able to incorporate my other love into the story.

 

Do you write naked?

 

No, LOL – the British climate is far too chilly most of the year, and in the winter, even with the central heating on I like to have my woolly sweater and jeans! In the summer, I might write in just a teeshirt and shorts, but you never know when a visitor might call and I don’t want to frighten the neigbours!

 

Have you ever gotten into a fight?

 

Only once, when I was at school. A slightly older girl kept picking on me and hitting me, she didn’t really hurt me. But she was much bigger than I was and I was quite scared of her. One day something snapped and I hit her back. After a few exchanged blows, she backed off and never bothered me again. Although I am not keen on violence it did teach me that bullies are cowards and if you stand up to them they will often show their true colours.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

 

I don’t smoke and only drink a glass or two of wine, on special occasions. My biggest vice is chocolate. I’m a chocoholic. I can easily devour a large bar in one go and a box of chocolates only lasts a few days – if it’s lucky! I can resist anything except chocolate and my ‘secret’ stash is rapidly depleted once I start raiding it!

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

To be able to fly. It must be amazing to soar effortlessly in the sky and see the landscape from above. I watch the red kites hovering above the paddocks where I keep my two horses and marvel how they stay airborne so effortlessly.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

 

That would have to be a horse – my favourite animal. I would love to be a graceful Arabian, able to run like the wind!

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

 

I have a scar running half way down the little finger of my right hand. This happened many years ago when I was in my late teens helping out at a friend’s riding school.  I was running late and after  picking up a ‘leading rein’ from the tackroom, I realised it was not actually a leading rein, but a long leather strap with a hook on each end. I attached one end to the bridle of the pony I was leading and most of the ride went uneventfully, until the pony suddenly stopped and my horse shot forward – the rein slid through my hand and the hook sliced through a piece of my finger, which ended up with me having with a trip to A & E and several stitches. (Luckily my friend was with me and able to take the pony I was leading, whiIe I rode one handed back to the farm.) I learnt a valuable lesson about being too hasty – if I had only taken an extra few seconds more to get the correct lead rein I would have saved myself a lot of pain and trauma!

 

 Beloved Enemy

 

Title: Beloved Enemy (Volume 3 of the Destiny Trilogy)

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre:  Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

 

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

 

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

 

(Although every story in the trilogy features some of the same characters, each book can be read as a ‘stand alone’ novel.)

 

 

Excerpt:

Carefully slicing open the tunic, she checked the wound in his chest. Deep and jagged, it seemed to be only a flesh wound and probably nothing vital was damaged, although it still bled profusely. She ran the instrument over the injury, amazed to see the blood clot, and a rapid regrowth of new skin form over it. In a few seconds, it healed almost completely. His shoulder had also sustained severe lacerations in addition to the vivid purple bruises forming on the skin. She repeated the operation with the device. The bruises faded and the torn flesh knitted together barely leaving a scar.

 

 

She replaced the knife in her belt, and in a deft movement pulled her hair back and knotted the scarf around it once more. “Impressive. How d’you feel?”

 

 

“It seems I will survive,” he said in the slow precise tones that made his voice so distinctive.

“Thank you,” he added, almost as an afterthought. He reached for the bio-regenerator and stashed it back in his pocket. His face gained some colour, and a minute or two later, he was unrecognizable from the man she’d found wounded and bleeding a short while ago.

 

 

“What is that, anyway—what did you call it—a bio-regenerator?”

 

 

“Exactly. It does, as you see, precisely what you would expect, including destroying any toxins or bacteria present in the wound.”

 

 

She inclined her head as she considered his words. “It’s not Terran.” She meant it as an observation rather than a question.

 

 

“The technology was given to us by a race called the Phidians.”

 

 

“I’ve heard of them. Their advances in medicine are well known.” She looked up at the heavens. “About time we got away from here. Night isn’t too far off by the look of that sky.” The light faded perceptibly while they spoke and the air took on a noticeable chill after the earlier oppressive heat.

 

 

“What about our ‘friends’?” He turned his head and looked in the direction of the rocks where the assailants of a few minutes before let loose the last salvo of blaster fire.

 

 

She put the tri-dee-viewer to her eyes again and scanned the area. “There’s no sign of life over there. They must all be dead or badly injured. They’d have shot at us again if they were still capable.”

 

 

“Unless they are waiting for us to show ourselves, so they can pick us off more easily,” Kerry said. He made as if to stand, and in an instant, she drew her pistol. “Like I said before, no sudden moves. Get up—slowly.”

 

 

“So you are making me a prisoner?”

 

 

“Not exactly, but I’m not stupid enough to take any risks.”

 

 

He rose to his feet, his gaze not leaving her gunhand. Several inches taller than her, broad shouldered and slim, he presented a commanding figure. His expression froze as his gaze homed in on the insignia on her breast pocket, his eyes like chips of blue ice.

 

 

“You work for the Union.”

 

 

“I work for myself.”

 

 

“Then why are you wearing the insignia of the Global Union of Earth and Allied Planets?”

 

 

“I have a license to requisition any enemy ship trespassing in the sectors of space over which they hold dominion.”

 

 

“A licensed pirate in the pay of the Global Union.” Kerry’s eyes showed outright contempt. She almost preferred the icy coolness.

 

 

“I prefer to think of myself as a freelancer—doing a service.”

 

 

His expression did not change, although he did change tack. “You could have left me to die—or just shot me. Why didn’t you?”

 

 

“Call it a personality flaw. I don’t like abandoning someone who’s wounded even to save my own skin. And I don’t kill in cold blood. If I have to shoot someone, I’d rather they were facing me with their eyes open.” Even if I did swear to leave their dead body for the Union to use in their hideous experiments. Keep it casual. Don’t let him guess what’s really in your mind.

 

 

To her amazement, he smiled the most devastating smile she’d ever seen, made even more remarkable because he didn’t look as if he did it very often.

 

 

“My own philosophy as it happens. It seems almost a pity we are on opposite sides.”

 

 

“Opposite sides?”

 

 

“I have no love for the Union. That puts us on opposite sides, even if you are just a pirate, doing their dirty work for them.”

 

 

She gave him her best withering look. “Fine. And just because I decided to save your hide, don’t get any ideas. We don’t have to like each other.”

 

 

Buy Links:

AMAZON U.S. http://www.amazon.com/Beloved-Enemy-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01BBCBYCS

 

AMAZON U.K. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hywela-Lyn/e/B002BMBXH4/

 

THE WILD ROSE PRESS: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=138

 

 

Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long-suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales.

 

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature.

 

Her first novel, ‘Starquest’, a futuristic romance released by the Wild Rose Press was followed by a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’. Her recently released third novel ‘Beloved Enemy’, continues what has now become a series known as ‘The Destiny Trilogy’. She has also written a fantasy novella ‘Dancing With Fate’ and has had several short stories published in UK magazines,

 

She is a member of The Romance Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

A keen animal lover, when she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just eating chocolate!

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.hywelalyn.co.uk

 

Blog: www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com

 

Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Hywela-Lyn/e/B002BMBXH4/

 

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLynAuthor/?pnref=lhc

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Hywela_Lyn

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Hywela-Lyn

The Destiny Series by @Hywela_Lyn Blends #ScienceFiction and #Romance! #RONA #TWRP


THE DESTINY SERIES – Each book is a complete ‘standalone’ novel

 

Starquest

 

Title   STARQUEST (Volume1 in the Destiny Trilogy)

Author   Hywela Lyn

Genre   S.F./Romance

Publisher The Wild  Rose Press

 

Book Blurb 

When Jestine Darnell is rescued from her sabotaged starship by the crew of the Destiny her only objective is to complete her mission and keep her promise to save a world from slavery. Love is the last thing on her mind. However, she has not counted on losing her heart to Kerry Marchant the ship’s second in command, who makes his distrust of her painfully obvious, despite the chemistry between them. The completion of her mission has consequences that neither of them could have foreseen.

 

Enter Dahll Tarron, who becomes involved in a long and dangerous quest to find the Destiny. Fates become intertwined, perils shared, culminating in the realization that sometimes love may be so close that there is a danger it will not be recognized until it is too late…

 

Excerpt

Dahll Tarron, the owner of the Quest, the ship Jess has chartered to find the starship Destiny  has been badly wounded on planet they have been lured to by a false distress signal. They are some distance from the ship and they have to make camp for the night. Jess keeps watch.

 

“Dahll, are you in pain? Shall I give you something for it?”

 

“No, just stay…with…me.” I seated myself beside him, cradling his head in my lap. He looked so pale and vulnerable. I felt he must, in reality, be older than he looked. He certainly had more than his fair share of strength and courage and determination. “It’s going to be all right,” I said softly. “Try to get some rest.”

 

I loosened the fastenings of my long cloak and arranged it so it covered us both. After a while, he grew still, and I sensed he was sleeping again. I tried not to move for fear of disturbing him.

 

I began to grow very tired. It was a few hours before dawn, and I’d had no sleep since the previous evening. I slowly eased my aching limbs into a more comfortable position. As I did so, my eyes caught a flicker of light moving toward the entrance of the shelter.

 

I stiffened, suddenly alert again. Tiny, glowing tongues of flame danced in the darkness, writhing and twisting around themselves like miniature whirlpools of living fire.

 

At first, I thought it was a trick of my eyes, caused by fatigue. After a while I decided it was just marsh gas, but as I watched I became aware that the ‘flames’ were orderly. They moved in groups of threes and fours, gliding in straight lines and then circling to retrace their steps in what seemed to be a methodical fashion, as no Will o’ the Wisp ever did. I began to feel I was in the presence of something malevolent…evil.

 

Then I heard the voices. Strange, unearthly voices, which had nothing to do with flesh and blood.

 

“Take the male,” they hissed, “while he yet lives. Before the life-force within him dies and is of no use to us.”

 

“Wait. The female is stronger,” came another voice. “Stay until she sleeps. Then will be our chance, and we can take them both.”

 

I reached for my blaster, by now fully charged, and fired a steady beam in the direction of the ‘flames.’ When I laid down the gun there was nothing, only the darkness.

 

Had the voices been in my imagination, or was it a dream? But I knew I had not slept. Trying to recall the experience, as I record this, I realise they did not speak in words at all. Yet I had understood, like that time on Niflheim, with Gullin.

 

I’ve always loved the night, the beauty of the darkened, star-filled skies. Here, however, on this forsaken and perilous planet, it is menacing, with the sense of something lurking, lying in wait.

 

Much as I dislike the idea, I have resorted to using a Phidian stimulant to stay awake. For Dahll’s sake as well as my own, I can’t allow myself to sleep until we’re once more on board the Quest.

 

Buy Links

Amazon US –  https://www.amazon.com/Starquest-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-1-ebook/dp/B001GS77RO/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Starquest-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-1-ebook/dp/B001GS77RO/

The Wild Rose Press – http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2177-starquest.html

 

Children of the Mist cover

 

Title   CHILDREN OF THE MIST (Volume 2 in the Destiny Trilogy)

Author   Hywela Lyn

Genre   S.F./Romance

Publisher The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

 

Two minds united against a common foe. Two hearts afraid to show their love:

Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own.

 

Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late?

 

Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?

 

Excerpt

She kept climbing, losing all track of time.

 

She stopped to rest. She’d had little sleep and not bothered to eat before she left the camp, and hunger and exhaustion took their toll. All at once she sniffed the air. Clouds of bitter-smelling smoke drifted in a haze above her. She turned her head to one side and concentrated on climbing as swiftly as she could without losing her footing.

 

It was almost a shock when at last she reached the rim. She eased herself onto the icy ground, and sat for a few moments to catch her breath. Smoke hung in the air and it was obvious there had recently been a fight with power weapons.

 

Vidarh! Vidarh, are you here?

 

No answer. Nothing but silence. Abandoning caution, she adjusted her flare to full beam and swung around, stretching her arm and illuminating the ground before her. Suddenly she stood rigid. Over to her right, a large black mound, obviously the Salmaran, or what was left of her, lay inert and lifeless, face downward.

 

She looked all around, flashing the light on her wrist, straining her eyes for some sign of Vidarh, while calling to him in her mind. She walked away from the Salmaran woman’s body, and at last spotted Vidarh lying a considerable distance away.

 

His arms were flung out away from his sides, his fingers clenched around the butt of his blaster, his garments half covered in snow. She could detect no life-signs.

 

She ran toward him. Tears spilled down her cheeks and it seemed as if her heart would break.

 

 

Buy Links

Amazon US –  https://www.amazon.com/Children-Mist-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B002HMC7VE

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Children-Mist-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B002HMC7VE

The Wild Rose Press http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2350-children-of-the-mist.html

 

Beloved Enemy

 

Title  BELOVED ENEMY– Volume 3 of The Destiny Trilogy

Shortlisted for the 2017 Romance Novelists Association RoNA Award

Author   Hywela Lyn

Genre   S.F./Romance

Publisher The Wild  Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret, and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red-haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

 

EXCERPT

“Wha-at?” Cat flung herself sideways. Her feet slid from under her as something long and black wrapped itself round her leg, writhing and tightening its coils. She hit the ground hard, rolling over to her shoulder, almost deafened by the sound of Kerry’s blaster. The water sprayed up from the river and her throat burned with the acrid smell of blaster emissions and burning flesh. Gravel and pebbles dug into her skin through the fabric of her clothing, as something dragged her toward the edge of the bank. She bit back a cry of horror as she glanced over her shoulder at the thing twining itself around her leg. An icy fear went through her. Snakes—the only creatures she really feared. She aimed her pistol and then realized it was not a serpent that dragged her toward the river, but a long, rubbery tentacle fastened around the tough material of her leggings and boot.

 

Before she could activate the weapon, Kerry let off another barrage of plasma bolts into the river. He leapt toward her and ripped the severed tentacle from her leg. It flapped around on the wet grass. She scrambled to her knees, still slightly winded, and fired at the hideous thing. The foliage around it flared briefly with an eerie green flame, and the tentacle shrivelled into a slimy black mass, emitting a pungent odour and causing her to gag.

 

“It seems I was mistaken about the creature being dead.” Kerry prodded the smouldering mass with his boot and looked across over the water. “It is now.” He leaned down and grasped her wrist to haul her to her feet. “Are you hurt?”

 

“No, I don’t think so.” Her shoulder was sore and probably bruised but she’d live.

 

She tried to control her shivering. The incident affected her more than she wanted to admit. Kerry’s proximity—naked to the waist, his lithe body shining from the water droplets that still clung to his skin, and his legs swathed in tight black leather—did nothing to help. The last thing she wanted was for him to realize how scared she’d been when she thought a snake attacked her.

 

“Thanks. That was close. It would have been a bit ironic if I’d been killed by the same creature I saved you from.”

 

She realized he still grasped her wrist. She tried to move away, but he pulled her back, obliging her to turn to him.

 

“You’re trembling.”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“No,” he said. “You’re not.” He pulled her closer and his eyes softened, his gaze holding her mesmerized. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but in the same instant, he put his hand under her chin and his lips closed over hers.

 

For a brief moment, she tried to resist but found herself drawn into his kiss as he deepened it, his hand brushing lightly through her hair. For a long moment, time seemed to stand still, and nothing mattered except his lips burning on hers. His tongue teased her own, demanding and insistent, his lips incredibly sensuous, firm, caressing. Through the thin material of her shirt, Cat felt the warmth of his bare chest pressed hard against her breasts. The cold metal of the capsule he obviously did not take off, even to bathe, dug into her skin, but the slight discomfort was nothing compared to the turmoil in her mind.

 

Without any conscious action on her part, her arms slipped around his neck. She traced the damp skin of his shoulders with her fingers and felt the ridges of old scars on his back. Her heart pounded uncomfortably in her chest, and her blood coursed like liquid fire through her veins.

 

Buy Links

Amazon U.S. – https://www.amazon.com/Beloved-Enemy-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01BBCBYCS

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beloved-Enemy-Destiny-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01BBCBYCS

The Wild Rose Press – http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/3770-beloved-enemy.html

 

Hywela Lyn

 

Author Biography

Hywela Lyn lives in a small English village with her husband Dave, although she was born in rural Wales where she spent her childhood and most of her adult life. The rugged Welsh landscapes inspired much of her writing.

 

She is published by The Wild Rose Press and and her latest novel is Beloved Enemy, the third of a Science Fiction Romance Trilogy The Destiny Trilogy. 

 

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature. Her characters often have to fight the elements and the terrain itself. Her heroes are strong and courageous, but chivalrous and honourable – and of course, handsome and hunky. Her heroines are also strong and courageous, but still retain their femininity! However difficult the journey, love will always win in the end. She is a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

A keen animal lover, she has two horses, a ‘feral’ stable cat, and a rescued terrier, who manages to twist her round his little paw. When she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog, reading – or just eating chocolate!

 

Social Media Links

Website: http://www.hywelalyn.co.uk

Blog: http://www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLyn

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Title: Beloved Enemy

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre: Science Fiction/Adventure/Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Cat O’Brien is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her half-sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. He will do anything to protect her and her crew. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, which seems to defy natural laws, the two are forced to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction to each other. How can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again and she has made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

 

My Review:

This book was an amazingly enjoyable read!  I had no idea that this was the third book of a series.  This was a fantastic stand alone that can be read without having read the first two of the series. I was immediately drawn to Cat (and Shifter) and Kerry.  The characters were so well written that the reader quickly developed a feeling for them.  I loved the twists and turns as they existed on the planet.  A fan of sci fi will just love this book.

 

I found myself lost a bit with the quick scene changes that were hard to understand, at first.  When the big surprise hit and there was a larger presence involved, I was struck by how quickly I found myself looking for Captain Picard and Q.  I am a HUGE fan of that series so this worked for me on many levels.

The action was fast paced and exciting, the growing yet begrudged feelings between Cat and Kerry was really well written.  This is a page turner and hard to put down.  The superb ending was just the icing on the cake and I would love to read the first two and cannot wait to read the 4th installment.  Super highly recommend this book to every fan of science fiction!

 

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars * -.5 for just the hint of loss of originality in places *

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Beloved-Enemy-Hywela-Lyn/dp/1509205349/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beloved-Enemy-Hywela-Lyn/dp/1509205349/

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/beloved-enemy-21

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beloved-enemy-hywela-lyn/1123368339?ean=2940157711405

Publisher: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/3770-beloved-enemy.html

 

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Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long-suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales, which inspired much of her writing.

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature. Her  debut novel, a Science Fiction/Adventure romance released by the Wild Rose Press, was followed by a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’.  A third novel ‘Beloved Enemy’, released in March 2016 continues what has now become a series known as ‘The Destiny Trilogy’.

A keen animal lover, she has two horses, a ‘feral’ stable cat, and a rescued terrier, who manages to twist her round his little paw.  When she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just  eating chocolate!

She is a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.hywelalyn.com/beloved-enemy

Blog: http://www.hywelalyn.co.uk

Facebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLyn

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLynAuthor/?pnref=lhc

Twitter https://twitter.com/Hywela_Lyn?lang=en

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29357947-beloved-enemy?ac=1&from_search=true

 

Reviewed by: Mr. N

Beloved Enemy by @Hywela_Lyn #ScienceFiction #Romance #POTLReads


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Title: BELOVED ENEMY

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre: Science Fiction/Adventure/Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Cat O’Brien is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her half-sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. He will do anything to protect her and her crew. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, which seems to defy natural laws, the two are forced to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction to each other. How can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again and she has made a solemn pledge to destroy him?

 

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Excerpt: 
“What about our ‘friends’?” He turned his head and looked in the direction of the rocks where the assailants of a few minutes before let loose the last salvo of blaster fire.

She put the tri-dee-viewer to her eyes again and scanned the area. “There’s no sign of life over there. They must all be dead or badly injured. They’d have shot at us again if they were still capable.”

“Unless they are waiting for us to show ourselves, so they can pick us off more easily,” Kerry said.

He made as if to stand, and in an instant, she drew her pistol.

“Like I said before, no sudden moves. Get up—slowly.”

“So you are making me a prisoner?”

“Not exactly, but I’m not stupid enough to take any risks.”

He rose to his feet, his gaze not leaving her gunhand. Several inches taller than her, broad shouldered and slim, he presented a commanding figure. His expression froze as his gaze homed in on the insignia on her breast pocket, his eyes like chips of blue ice.

“You work for the Union.”

“I work for myself.”

“Then why are you wearing the insignia of the Global Union of Earth and Allied Planets?”

“I have a license to requisition any enemy ship trespassing in the sectors of space over which they hold dominion.”

“A licensed pirate in the pay of the Global Union,” Kerry’s eyes showed outright contempt. She almost preferred the icy coolness.

“I prefer to think of myself as a freelancer—doing a service.”

His expression did not change, although he did change tack. “You could have left me to die—or just shot me. Why didn’t you?”

“Call it a personality flaw. I don’t like abandoning someone who’s wounded even to save my own skin. And I don’t kill in cold blood. If I have to shoot someone, I’d rather they were facing me with their eyes open.” Even if I did swear to leave their dead body for the Union to use in their hideous experiments. Keep it casual. Don’t let him guess what’s really in your mind.

To her amazement, he smiled the most devastating smile she’d ever seen, made even more remarkable because he didn’t look as if he did it very often.

“My own philosophy as it happens.” His eyes narrowed. “It seems almost a pity we are on opposite sides.”

“Opposite sides?” How much did he guess?

   “I have no love for the Alliance. That puts us on opposite sides, even if you are a pirate.”

She gave him her most withering look. “Fine. And just because I decided to save your neck, don’t get any ideas. We don’t have to like each other.”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Beloved-Enemy-Hywela-Lyn/dp/1509205349/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beloved-Enemy-Hywela-Lyn/dp/1509205349/

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/beloved-enemy-21

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beloved-enemy-hywela-lyn/1123368339?ean=2940157711405

Publisher: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/3770-beloved-enemy.html

 

hywela-lyn

 

Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long-suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales, which inspired much of her writing.

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature. Her  debut novel, a Science Fiction/Adventure romance released by the Wild Rose Press, was followed by a sequel ‘Children Of The Mist’.  A third novel ‘Beloved Enemy’, released in March 2016 continues what has now become a series known as ‘The Destiny Trilogy’.

A keen animal lover, she has two horses, a ‘feral’ stable cat, and a rescued terrier, who manages to twist her round his little paw.  When she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just  eating chocolate!

She is a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.hywelalyn.com/beloved-enemy

Blog: http://www.hywelalyn.co.uk

Facebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLyn

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/HywelaLynAuthor/?pnref=lhc

Twitter https://twitter.com/Hywela_Lyn?lang=en

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29357947-beloved-enemy?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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Friday Book Round Up

 

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round Up. I’ve read so many great books lately and honestly, haven’t had time to put my reviews up on the blog/retailers. What, with preparing to publish a book of love poetry (MR N’s poems), running a business, work, catching up on personal stuff (read housework) and watching NFL, I just haven’t had time. So for this week’s round-up, I’m sharing what I’ve been reading and my reviews with you. I recommend them all!

 

Tainted Bride by A.S. Fenichel

Blurb:

Only trust can save her….

 

Sailing to London, Sophia Braighton only hopes to escape certain ruin. But when she arrives, her Great Aunt Daphne has other plans for the American-born beauty. Determined to marry off her niece to a man of means, she propels Sophia into London society, not knowing that the young woman’s trust in men is shattered. In fact, Sophia never expects to ever feel anything for a man. Then again, she never expects to find herself in the company of the dashing earl of Marlton….

 

From the moment he sees Sophia, Daniel Fallon feels alive in a way he has not since his broken engagement. Though the vulnerable beauty shies from the passion burning bright between them, Daniel is determined to court her and make her his bride. And when he learns of the painful secret she harbors, he is equally determined to take revenge on the man responsible. But will the quest destroy him—and his future with his beloved?

 

My Review:

I’m a huge historical romance fan, especially stories about Colonial Americans who travel to Britain. The premise of this story grabbed me right away. What I wasn’t prepared for was the honest, non-romanticized, portrayal of rape and female slavery in Tainted Bride. Well done, Fenichel!

 

Sophia is a beautifully strong yet feminine main character and I found myself wanting to hug her. She’s gone through so much pain and abuse, no thanks to that villain scumbag. She flees to England to her aunt’s care. Once there, she discovers that life is indeed worth living and there are men in the world willing to avenge what’s happened to her.

 

Filled with interesting characters and circumstances, Tainted Bride is a historical gem. Daniel and Sophia sizzle between the pages and when the scumbag returns to England to claim Sophia as his own, Daniel risks everything he owns and holds dear to avenge Sophia.

 

This is my first time reading Fenichel and it won’t be the last. I can’t wait to read the next installment in this series!

 

Thank you to Netgalley and Lyrical Press for giving me a complimentary copy in exchange for my honest review.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

The Rails to Love Romance Collection: 9 Historical Love Stories Set Along the Transcontinental Railroad by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer, Amanda Cabot, Lisa Carter, Ramona K. Cecil, Lynn A. Coleman, Susanne Dietze, Kim Vogel Sawyer, Connie Stevens, Liz Tolsma

Blurb:

Journey the Transcontinental Railroad along with nine unlikely couples who encounter all the dangers and disappointments of traveling the rails in the late 1800s. From sight-seeing excursions to transports toward new lives, from orphan trains to circus trains, can romances develop into blazing love in a world of cold, hard steel?

 

My Review:

I love romance and trains so when I heard about The Rails to Love Romance Collection, I knew I had to read it. Nine of today’s Christian authors collaborate in this collection and the stories are:

 

Outlaw on the Pueblo Excusion by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

The Depot Bride by Amanda Cabot

Last Stop, Cordelia by Lisa Carter

Train to Eden by Ramona Cecil

Love on the Rails by Lynn Coleman

The Honeymoon Express by Susanne Dietze

Just for Lucy by Kim Vogel Sawyer

My Soul Waits by Connie Stevens

World’s Greatest Love by Liz Tolsma

 

I enjoyed most of them and I loved how love and life are woven throughout each story. My two favorites are The Depot Bride by Amanda Cabot and Just for Lucy by Kim Vogel Sawyer. The characters were relatable and the romance was sweet.

 

If you’re looking for a collection of sweet romances set along the railroad, read this collection!

 

Many thanks to Netgalley and Barbour Books for giving me a complimentary copy in exchange for my honest review.

 

My Review: 4.5 stars

 

Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1: (Alien Warrior BBW Science Fiction Paranormal Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) by Evangeline Anderson

 

Blurb:

My name is Zoe McKinley. I have a boring life, an awful job, and a boss that throws staplers at my head. What could be worse?

 

How about being abducted by Aliens?

 

Being dragged through a mirror, naked and screaming, onto an extraterrestrial ship was bad. Finding out I had been sold to a huge alien male who looks like the Devil was worse. But learning he wanted to trade me to an intergalactic petting zoo was the worst of all!

 

Now I’m whizzing through the galaxy with a robot butler, a trio of nib-nibs (they’re like tiny green monkeys) and one huge, muscular, and very grumpy alien. The clothing they gave me shows all my lady-bits, the food-sim makes banana cream pie that tastes like sauerkraut, and Sarden, my captor, is too hot to stay mad at, even if he is a jerk.

 

In fact, I think I might be falling for him.

 

What’s a girl to do? It’s all in a day’s work when you’ve been…Abducted.

 

***Abducted is Book 1 in my Alien Mate Index series.

 

It is a plus-sized novel–140,000 words long***

 

The Alien Mate Index–Learn more

 

From the pen of Evangeline Anderson, the writer who brought you Brides of the Kindred, comes a new race of Alien warriors…twelve races, to be exact.

 

Everyone thinks that life just evolved on Earth—

 

Wrong.

 

Our planet, and twelve others, all capable of supporting Terran life, was seeded by the Ancient Ones.

 

Then Earth was locked away, kept safe in the cocoon of our ozone layer. But now there’s a gaping hole in our security blanket and guess who’s coming to dinner?

 

That’s right—the Alien warriors of the Twelve Peoples—also descended from the Ancient Ones, are looking for mates and Earth girls are their first choice.

 

The Vorn are feared throughout the galaxy. Savage, horned warriors, these males can be surprisingly gentle to the females they choose to bond with.

 

Denarins come in pairs—two muscular males who share a psychic bond… and feel the need to share one woman as well.

 

The Majorans worship their females as goddesses, the very color of their skin changing with their bonded mate’s mood.

Braxians are savage with black-on-white eyes that can see every spectrum of light. They will defend their females to the last drop of blood in their huge, blue bodies.

 

And there are more…so many more Alien warriors to pick from.

 

Which type of male would you choose?

 

Too bad you won’t have a choice, because thanks to the Alien Mate Index, an agency that abducts Earth brides for alien males, you could be snatched at any time and turned into a massive warrior’s mate or concubine.

 

So the real question is—who will choose you?

 

My Review:

WARNING: Whatever you do, never eat or drink while reading this book as it is overflowing with hilarious (read snarky) dialogue, out of this world romance and the sexiest alien I’ve had the pleasure to read.

 

In a nutshell, I LOVED this book! From the premise of unsuspecting females from Earth being abducted by alpha male alien species according to some twisted intergalactic matchmaker, I was hooked. I loved Zoe and I swear I was reading myself throughout the book. Does Anderson know me personally? Who knows?

 

Sarden is one hot male alein and yes, he looks like a devil, right down to his horns protruding from his forehead and red skin. Together, Zoe and Sarden singed my fingers and I almost cried a few times (no spoilers, I promise).

 

If you’re looking for a rollicking good time with some hot romantic scenes, hilarious dialogue to rival Sex and the City, intriguing characters and a baddie who’s REAL bad, pick up this book today! I’m onto the next book in the series and I can’t wait.

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

 

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Happy Reading!

 

MRS N, Book Addict

Trapped on Talonque by Best-Selling Author @vscotttheauthor #scifi #romance #SFR #books


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Trapped on Talonque

By Veronica Scott

Science Fiction Romance

The story:

Will an alien sleeping beauty awaken to save him, or destroy everyone around her?

When a Sectors Special Forces soldier and his team crash land on an alien planet, they’re taken captive and given a challenge–win at the violent ball game of sapiche and live. Lose, and they die, sending a mysterious, alien beauty to an even uglier fate. To survive, these soldiers must win the game and find a way to free the dangerous prisoner from her locked chamber.

Nate Reilly and his team are in deep trouble. Prisoners on a backward alien planet, they’re brought before an alien ‘goddess’, sleeping in her high tech seclusion. Nate is astonished when she awakes and establishes a psychic link with him. But her news is not good–he and his men must win a brutal challenge set by their captors, or they will die. She’ll give her aid, but in the end their courage and strength must win the contest.

Bithia sleeps in her chamber, as she has for thousands of years, since her own people unaccountably left her there. Viewed as a goddess by her captors, she must hide her ancient secrets to survive. But only the bravest of men may free her. Can she use her psychic powers to keep Nate and his men alive long enough to help her escape, or will her only hope of freedom die with them?

The Excerpt:

He stood on the edge of a high-tech chamber out of place on a primitive world such as this one. Ringing the room were strange displays, blinking lights, roving green beams, unknown instruments. The sophistication of the technology was well beyond anything the Sectors had achieved, let alone the dwellers of this planet. Nate spared only a second to glance at these wonders. His attention was caught and held by what occupied the center of a large alcove directly across the room.

The cubicle was lined in shiny metallic material and from the floor rose a graceful pedestal of the same material, topped with a thin platform at waist level. Neatly arranged on a layer of dark purple padding lay a woman, apparently asleep. She certainly wasn’t from this planet, nor any world known to Nate. This mysterious female had ivory skin with the palest of lavender undertones in her cheeks.

“I’ll be moon-damned.” Thom’s attention was riveted on the sleeper as well. “An Ancient Observer?”

“Can’t be—no one’s ever found actual remains,” Haranda said from the other side. “Although this room certainly suggests a high level of technology, it’s not AO. Another sophisticated, highly advanced forerunner civilization. The galaxy is a big place after all.” Roused from his state of funk, he studied the walls, apparently more interested in the devices and displays than in the woman. “I minored in AO studies at the Academy.”

“I don’t think she’s a well-preserved corpse.” Nate couldn’t take his gaze from her, not even to watch what their captors were doing now. He took himself sharply to task for the lapse. What if we’ve been brought here as a sacrifice? He had to be mentally prepared to fight, not gawk at a pretty girl. But the next moment he found himself studying her again, unable to keep himself from indulging in another view.

The woman was tall, probably his equal in height, definitely humanoid. She lay pillowed on her own hair, a thick, sweeping fall of glorious blue mixed with amethyst purple, set here and there with twinkling jewels. From his location across the room, he couldn’t see whether she was breathing, yet he had a definite sense of a living presence.

Her clothing was a simple, silvery white and lavender sheath, like finely woven metallic thread had been spun to make the dress. Thin jeweled straps held the garment at her shoulders. The finely pleated fabric clung to her curves sensuously. She lay on her back, arms stretched out a little on each side, her graceful, six-fingered hands spread open on the cushion. She wore no jewelry save for an elaborate bracelet on her left wrist, studded with colorful stones whose facets caught and amplified the lights in the main room.

Grimacing, the woman arched her spine as if in pain, moving her head on the pillow restlessly.

“What the—” Nate swiveled his head and saw the noble flipping small jeweled medallions set into one of the wall panels.

Apparently remaining unconscious, the woman struggled to raise her hands from the bedding, her face contorted. A harsh chiming emanated from the walls, as if warning against whatever procedure he’d initiated. Undeterred despite a second sirenlike sound joining the cacophony, the noble finished his task with a satisfied grunt. The black-clad priestesses seemed to want him to stop, one going so far as to touch his sleeve before being impatiently shaken off.

The lavender-clad lady cowered at the far wall, covering her ears and crouching pathetically.

Nate’s head suddenly filled with fire, and then icy cold replaced the heat, a piercing pain shooting through his entire nervous system from the top of his brain, along his spine and out to peripheral nerve endings. He fell to his knees, dragging the other three prisoners with him, exclaiming curses in their surprise. Barely hanging on to consciousness, Nate fought the alternating hot and cold waves and the associated pain in his head. Dazzling streaks and multicolored pinwheels obscured his vision, staying even though he screwed his eyes tightly shut.

“Sicondame sliquon…” came a deep, female voice from all around them.

Nate raised his head, eyes tearing, staring at the woman on the table. Is that her voice? How can she sound so calm under apparent torture?

The alarms and klaxons abruptly shut off. Nate’s ears rang with the aftereffects of the discordant noises.

Hands on his hips, the noble nodded and made a declaration to the priestesses in a tone conveying satisfaction.

Nate shook his head again as the guards impatiently yanked him to his feet. The soldiers tugged at him and the other three prisoners, indicating their time in the chamber of the sleeping lady was at an end. He twisted to catch one last glimpse of her in the gradually fading light.

She opened her eyes, looked directly at him, and in his head he heard two words.

I’m sorry.

 

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Amazon Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

Three time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances! She recently was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the official audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “City On the Edge of Forever.”

 

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Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1 by @EvangelineA #Books #Romance #ScienceFiction


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Title: Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1

Author : Evangeline Anderson

Genre: Alien Warrior BBW Science Fiction Paranormal Romance

 

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Book Blurb:

My name is Zoe McKinley. I have a boring life, an awful job, and a boss that throws staplers at my head. What could be worse?

How about being abducted by Aliens?

Being dragged through a mirror, naked and screaming, onto an extraterrestrial ship was bad. Finding out I had been sold to a huge alien male who looks like the Devil was worse. But learning he wanted to trade me to an intergalactic petting zoo was the worst of all!

Now I’m whizzing through the galaxy with a robot butler, a trio of nib-nibs (they’re like tiny green monkeys) and one huge, muscular, and very grumpy alien. The clothing they gave me shows all my lady-bits, the food-sim makes banana cream pie that tastes like sauerkraut, and Sarden, my captor, is too hot to stay mad at, even if he is a jerk.

In fact, I think I might be falling for him.

What’s a girl to do? It’s all in a day’s work when you’ve been…Abducted.

 

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***Abducted is Book 1 in my Alien Mate Index series. 
It is a plus-sized novel–140,000 words long*** 

 

It’s a new series, in a new world…

Learn more about The Alien Mate Index…

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From the pen of Evangeline Anderson, the writer who brought you Brides of the Kindred, comes a new race of Alien warriors…twelve races, to be exact.

Everyone thinks that life just evolved on Earth—
Wrong.
Our planet, and twelve others, all capable of supporting Terran life, was seeded by the Ancient Ones.
Then Earth was locked away, kept safe in the cocoon of our ozone layer. But now there’s a gaping hole in our security blanket and guess who’s coming to dinner?
That’s right—the Alien warriors of the Twelve Peoples—also descended from the Ancient Ones, are looking for mates and Earth girls are their first choice.

The Vorn are feared throughout the galaxy. Savage, horned warriors, these males can be surprisingly gentle to the females they choose to bond with.
Denarins come in pairs—two muscular males who share a psychic bond… and feel the need to share one woman as well.
The Majorans worship their females as goddesses, the very color of their skin changing with their bonded mate’s mood.
Braxians are savage with black-on-white eyes that can see every spectrum of light. They will defend their females to the last drop of blood in their huge, blue bodies.

And there are more…so many more Alien warriors to pick from.
Which type of male would you choose?
Too bad you won’t have a choice, because thanks to the Alien Mate Index, an agency that abducts Earth brides for alien males, you could be snatched at any time and turned into a massive warrior’s mate or concubine.
So the real question is—who will choose you?

 

 

Excerpt:

The alien face looked at me speculatively. It was male—that much was clear. Strong features and gold eyes with vertical pupils like a cat’s stared back at me. He had cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on and a nose that looked like it had been broken at least once. A neatly clipped mustache and goatee framed sensual lips that looked cruelly amused. He had dark red skin—almost maroon—I could see a lot of that because he appeared to be wearing a black, wife-beater type t-shirt that left his muscular arms bare.

 

Actually, except for the cat eyes and red skin, he looked strangely human. Well, except for the horns.

 

Did I mention he had freaking horns?

 

Because he did—little short, sharp pointed ones, growing out either side of his forehead—right at his temples.

 

I stared at them, dumbfounded, unable to speak for a moment. And that’s unusual for me because I’m almost always shooting off my mouth.

 

All I could think was, the Devil. Oh my God, the freaking Devil was staring at me from the mirror of the handicapped bathroom at Lauder, Lauder and Associates and I had no idea what to do.

 

My mind started going over all the things I’d done wrong recently. Okay, I might have fudged a little on my taxes. Using my laptop to check reports while I lay on the couch watching Sherlock reruns on Netflix counts as having a home office—right? And then there was the time I accidentally shoplifted a pair of socks. I forgot I had them in my hand and walked right out of the store with them. And then I was too embarrassed to bring them back so I guess I basically stole them but I didn’t mean to so—

 

Suddenly, the Devil spoke, ending my train of thought as thoroughly as though it had run into the side of a mountain.

 

“Yes,” he said in a deep, growling voice. “She is the one.”

 

The one for what? The one to drag straight down to Hell and poke in the ass with a fiery pitchfork? Oh my God, was cheating on my taxes and shoplifting socks that bad?

 

“I…I’m sorry,” I stuttered but just then another voice—a piping, high voice like a Disney animal—answered him.

 

“If you are certain this female is the one Your Eminence requires, than I shall begin the transport at once.”

 

Transport? What Transport? Instinctively, I began backing away from the haunted mirror to Hell but then the swirling started again. And this time there was a wind that went with it.

 

A sucking, howling wind that dragged at me, pulling me towards the mirror.

 

“Help!” I screamed, or tried to scream, anyway. My voice was lost in the vortex as I was pulled closer and closer to the mirror.

 

My feet left the floor and I put out my hands, trying to stop my forward momentum. My phone clattered into the sink and I could hear Leah and Charlotte shouting on the other end of it but their voices seemed tiny and distant.

 

My hand connected to the mirror…and sank into it. I gasped in fear as I saw first my hand and then my whole arm swallowed up in the swirling psychedelic colors. My other hand and arm followed and suddenly the mirror was right in front of my face.

 

And then I felt myself getting sucked in completely. Lauder, Lauder and Associates disappeared and the last thing I heard was my two best friends frantically screaming my name.

 

Then…nothing.

 

Who knew the gateway to Hell was located in the employees’ bathroom?

 

 

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Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since. You can find her online at her website. Come visit for some free reads. Or, to be the first to find out about new books, join her newsletter.

 

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Hidden In Ashes, A’yen’s Legacy #5 by @RachelLeighGeek #MFRWAuthor #BookPromo


Hidden in Ashes

 

Title: Hidden In Ashes, A’yen’s Legacy #5

Author: Rachel Leigh Smith

Genre: Paranormal sci-fi romance

 

Book Blurb:

Childhood enmity turns to love, with one problem: his heart isn’t his to give.

 

Lorin is a daro, a Lokmane trained to make humans feel special and valued. As Prime of Arkos House, no one stands between him and the safety of the daros under his care—except his mistress. The dead one, and the new one. He needs to focus on the Essence crisis infiltrating the Houses, and his sister’s safety. Not figure out how to balance his duties with falling in love.

 

When her mother dies, emotionally wounded Sagira Memeos becomes the Marcasian Empire’s newest High Lady. And reluctant owner of the most sought after daro in said empire. He’s her childhood nemesis, and way too sexy for his own good. With his kindness finding its way into her bruised soul, asking for his help to navigate her succession to ruling high lady probably isn’t her brightest idea.

 

Lorin wants Sagira. But not if he has to pay for it with innocent lives. She’s a distraction he can’t afford while the bedrock of Marcasian high society is under attack. Not to mention facing losing his sister to the man who wounded Sagira. If the daro houses fall, all hope of freedom goes with them.

 

Excerpt:

“Hello to you too. Your glacial receptionist made me call Amun and he let me in.” Stay calm. Be nice. Apologize. He wasn’t here to let her bait him into a fight. The data chip in his pocket weighed heavy. Turning over his client list so early was an extension of trust, an effort to reach through her armor.

 

“Oh. Flowers?”

 

“For you. I came to apologize for going off on you last week. It was uncalled for.” He lifted the bouquet, enticing her to come to him to get them.

 

The set of her shoulders softened and she inched forward. “Apology accepted. My reaction was uncalled for too. We’re adults now, and we should act like it.” She stopped two feet from making contact with his hand to take the roses.

 

Cynda had picked a rainbow, including yellow ones and a teal color he and Mrs. Arkos had bred. “They’re beautiful. I love the yellow ones.”

 

“I thought you might.” He took a step. Pressed the wrapped stems into her hand. “Cynda refused to take the thorns off.”

 

Sunny smiled, and her entire face lit up. Lorin couldn’t look away from the beauty. “I think she’s trying to tell me I’m prickly and she doesn’t trust me.”

 

“Can you blame her?”

 

Sunny lowered her nose to the roses and inhaled their scent. “No. She hates me more than you do. Because of how I treated you.”

 

“I don’t hate you, Sunny. I just don’t like you very much. There is a difference.”

 

Sunny laid the roses on her desk, also of opaque glass like the one outside, went to a row of cabinets, and pulled out a vase. “I’ve never liked you either. At least we’re even on one thing.” She took the vase to her desk and began arranging the roses. “What other reason are you here?”

 

He dove into his pocket. Closed his fingers around the chip, but didn’t pull it out. “To start building trust. I don’t want another jealous mistress who won’t leave me alone.” He held his hand out, fingers open to show the chip. “It’s my client list. You’ll get it eventually. I thought if I brought it, it might get me brownie points.”

 

“Only if I can redeem them in literal brownies.” She reached for the chip, hesitating before she brushed her fingers across his palm.

 

The feel of her skin against his made him ache to know more. And revealed a glimpse past her mental blocks. No one had ever treated this gorgeous creature with the tenderness she deserved. Wall after wall of armor kept people away from her, built up thicker than he’d expected. Preventing himself from taking her hand and pulling her against him took every bit of willpower he possessed. She’d slap him, or worse, and he’d deserve it.

 

She withdrew, chip in her hand. “But no nuts. I’m allergic, remember?”

 

He nodded.

 

 

 

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Rachel Leigh Smith was swept off her feet at the age of six by Magnum, P.I., then again at nine by Frank Hardy. She remembers her favorite romance novels by the hero’s name, so of course she writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family, a half-crazed calico, a ginger tabby lion, and a menagerie of book boyfriends.

 

 

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Star Cruise: Outbreak by @vscotttheauthor is a Must-Read! #sciencefiction #romance #books


Thanks for having me as your guest today! A little background about how my latest science fiction romance novel, Star Cruise: Outbreak,  came to be: I’ve always been fascinated by tales of epidemics and outbreaks, and the way the brave doctors and nurses stand in there to take care of the patients, while also trying to figure out where the disease came from and how to cure it. Mix that with my penchant for telling tales set on interstellar cruise ships roaming the galaxy! I was inspired by a flurry of stories about norovirus outbreaks on the ocean-going cruise ships of today, which started me thinking “what if the unpleasant but nonlethal symptoms were actually only the start of something much more deadly?”  And the plot grew in leaps and bounds from there.

 

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The story:

She saved countless soldiers in the wars … but does she have the weapons to fight an outbreak?

Dr. Emily Shane, veteran of the Sector Wars, is known as “The Angel of Fantalar” for her bravery under fire as a medic. However, the doctor has her own war wounds–severe PTSD and guilt over those she failed to save.

Persuaded to fill a seemingly frivolous berth as ship’s doctor on the huge and luxurious interstellar cruise liner Nebula Zephyr, she finds the job brings unexpected perks–a luxe beach deck with water imported from Tahumaroa II, and Security Officer Jake Dilon, a fellow veteran who heats her up like a tropical sun.

However, Emily soon learns she and Jake didn’t leave all peril behind in the war. A mysterious ailment aboard the Zephyr begins to claim victim after victim … and they must race against time and space to find the cause and a cure! Trapped on a ship no spaceport will allow to dock, their efforts are complicated by a temperamental princess and a terrorist–one who won’t hesitate to take down any being in the way of his target.  If anyone’s left when the disease is through with them …

 

The excerpt, as Dr. Shane is informing the captain there’s a problem:

“Bad news, I’m afraid. We may be in the first throes of a norovirus hitting the passengers.”

Captain Fleming didn’t blink. “How many affected?”

“Thirty diagnosed positively since two a.m., seventy-five more probables, plus two crew,” Maeve reported before Emily could say anything. “The most updated figures available.”

Making a mental note to talk to the AI later about medical protocol when it came to informing the doctor in charge of updates before anyone else received a briefing, she said, “We’re prescribing Galamialate, which the ship tells me we have in good quantities. It can be given as a prophylactic as well.”

“How do you recommend we proceed, Doctor?”

“You need to do an all-ship broadcast message, sir. Tell people to stay in their cabins and call us if they experience symptoms. I’ve told Maeve to deactivate the room key codes to ensure compliance. They can get out, but they won’t be able to get back in.”

Fleming frowned. “Seems a bit precipitate for you to issue that order without consulting me.”

“Maybe I overstepped a little, but we have a chance to cut the virus’s chain of transmission.” She wasn’t going to back down. “Someone on my staff or I will visit any sick passengers as rapidly as possible for a diagnosis. I can issue a bulletin later, emphasizing proper hand sanitation.”

“I can deliver Galamialate to all cabins,” Maeve offered.

“No.” Emily spoke more harshly than she’d intended and saw the captain’s eyebrows rise. “We need to see the patients, make sure each individual is actually presenting with the virus and not something with symptoms mimicking a norovirus. You can track the progress of the outbreak, however, Maeve. I’ll prescribe Galamialate to family members, or persons traveling with someone who’s fallen ill and been properly diagnosed. This type of virus is usually highly contagious, so we need to get ahead of the wave now. You have to pull crew and staff from other duties and disinfect all surfaces people touch—handrails, the gaming devices in the casino, chairs and tables in public areas—”

“I’m aware of the drill, Doctor,” Fleming said. “This isn’t the first time I’ve encountered a nasty stomach bug on a big ship. Maeve, alert the First Officer there’ll be a change in the daily work assignments.”

“I need to speak to the chef in charge of the food preparation.” Emily was reviewing protocols in her head.

“You think this is food poisoning?” Jake’s eyebrows were raised, and his expression indicated astonishment. “Chef Stephanie will go nova at the mere suggestion. She sets a high standard.”

Emily hesitated a moment as a flicker of some emotion passed over Captain Fleming’s chiseled face. His jaw tightened, and she said, “Problem, sir?”

“Handle the chef with utmost diplomacy, Doctor. The Line lured her away from one of our competitors at great expense, and she brought a following with her, many high-end passengers who enjoy her cuisine. She’s essential to my ship’s reputation.” Fleming spoke unemotionally, as if the chef was a piece of flight hardware.

“I’ll be professional, sir,” Emily said, tamping down her anger at the inference she couldn’t be tactful. “But it’s my job to review the food handling now that we have a problem that may be food-related.” She gave Jake a look. “Not food poisoning, by the way—entirely different problem.”

“Jake, go with her. You and Chef Stephanie get along well. Keep me apprised of developments. I’ll make the broadcast you suggested, Doctor.” The captain was gone, closing the link on his end.

“I do not need you watching over me to carry out my professional duties,” Emily said to Jake, who remained in the loop, her voice louder than she’d intended.

 

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Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

Three time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances! She recently was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Woman in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “City On the Edge of Forever.”

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All I Got for Christmas by @PaulineBJones + Genie Davis #Holiday #MFRWAuthor #SFR


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Title: All I Got For Christmas

Authors: Genie Davis & Pauline Baird Jones

Genre: Holiday/Science Fiction Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Christmas is coming and so is All I Got For Christmas.

 

Two stories! Two gifts! Open to read the evocative and haunting, “Riding for Christmas,” and the offbeat and heartwarming, “Up on the Housetop”.

 

Riding For Christmas:

A mesmerizing tale of interstellar time travel and romance!

 

Jane MacKenzie, visiting her grandfather’s abandoned ranch, discovers something in the snow. When she opens the ribbon-wrapped box, it mysteriously returns Sam Harrington, who “disappeared” in an 1885 blizzard.

 

There’s nothing alien in this enduring tale of holiday homecomings and the hope of love that lasts a lifetime.

 

Up on the House Top:

Will her Christmas be ho, ho, ho? Or oh no, no, no?

 

Gini knew Christmas in Wyoming would be challenging as she headed over the frozen crick and through the woods to the family cabin. The lights are going out in her mom’s attic, the guy who broke her heart is on the porch…and there are aliens on the roof.

 

According to her mom, it’s going to be the best Christmas ever.

 

Do something for you (or someone you love) and make “All I Got for Christmas” what you GET for Christmas!

 

About Riding For Christmas:

A mesmerizing tale of interstellar time travel and romance!

 

Jane MacKenzie, visiting her grandfather’s abandoned ranch, discovers something in the snow. When she opens a ribbon-wrapped box, it mysteriously returns Sam Harrington, who “disappeared” in an 1885 blizzard.

 

She doesn’t know about the bargain Sam made with the aliens who abducted him, or that her action will change the course of their lives.

 

When Sam vanishes again, Jane flees, vowing to put the strange incident behind her, but fate brings her back to Wyoming ten years later. There she meets a descendant of the mysterious Sam and her life changes once more — with a Christmastime love that reaches beyond the galaxy —healing the past and the present and opening up her future to real, lasting love. If she only has the courage to believe in it.

 

If you like “captivating, evocative fiction” then take this ride with Sam and Jane. There’s nothing alien in this enduring tale of holiday homecomings and the hope of love that lasts a lifetime.

 

Read an excerpt:

 

Wyoming Territory, 1885

It was almost Christmas morning, the dead, dark, quiet part of the night. The birds had hushed, the wind had stilled, the darkness itself was quiet with waiting. The snow was white on the ground, smooth, as if someone had spilled white paint on everything familiar.

 

Into that stillness, that darkness, that whiteness, Sam Harriman rode his white horse, Falcon. The clatter of the horse’s hooves broke the silence like shattered glass. Horse and rider charged down a wide dirt path in the thick of the black woods. Shreds of mist scattered in their wake.

 

He’d had a fair amount of whiskey that night, but he was young and strong and sure of himself, so he rode hard, the chill night air clearing his head. He was determined to reach his ranch before daybreak.

 

But as he rounded a curve in the path, Falcon stopped abruptly.

 

“No, you don’t. You come on, you. I’m weary.”

 

The horse snorted, nervous. Sam could hear the faint sound of bells drifting through the moonlit trees. Sleigh bells, no not sleigh bells. Church bells from town welcoming the promise of Christmas? No, not that either.

 

And then, soft but near, there came the sound of a woman’s voice.

 

“Weary you say? I can make you so you will never be tired again.”

 

Sam turned, but there was no one there, and there was only silence, pressing in around him, and the horse’s ragged breathing, the single caw of a bird.

 

In those small hours of the night, his imagination was playing tricks, that was all.

 

“Go on, Falcon. On!” Sam shouted at the horse.

 

Falcon gave a toss of his head, and took off at last, but there came the woman’s voice again, soft, seductive, whispering in Sam’s ear as he rode.

 

“You’ve heard my voice, can you feel my touch?”

 

And he did feel something, the brush of a branch maybe, on his leg.

 

He looked down and saw a shadow on his skin. He slapped his hand on his leg hard enough to sting. The shadow slipped away.

 

“Faster,” Sam urged his horse.

 

He dug his boots into the horse’s flank, hard. Fear was creeping over him, like a vine.

 

His fear was contagious, and Falcon took off at a dead run, veering from the road, hurtling through the forest that grew thick along the base of the Wyoming plain.

 

Branches slapped at Sam, scratched his face and arms, as the horse plunged down a hill and into a clearing. Sam yanked the reins. Falcon bucked wildly.

 

“He can sense me on his back.” The woman’s voice was soft and cool.

 

Sam spun in the saddle and came face to face with a woman, clinging to his waist.

 

He tried to shake her off, but she held on tighter.

 

Falcon reared full and Sam could not stop him. He fell from the saddle, thrown hard on the ground.

 

He couldn’t breathe for a moment, stunned by the impact.

 

Something cold rose up around him, an icy mist. Through the cloud of it, as if from a great distance, he watched the woman stroke his horse, calming him. Then, she slipped from the saddle, with effortless grace. She glided across the grass to Sam, trailing a long dark cape through the snow, but somehow not marring the surface one iota. He struggled to his knees but could not stand. He had broken something.

 

The woman knelt beside him, stroked his hands, until his ruddy skin looked waxy to his own eyes in the moonlight. A chill passed through him, and he tried to pull his hand away, but she held on. Behind her a light so bright it hurt to look at it filled the sky. Turned black to white and white black. He was traveling through that light somehow, he was trapped inside it.

 

“You are lovely to touch, lovely to see,” she crooned. “Fair haired, blue eyed, those full, sweet lips.”

 

He was strong, she was small and slender, yet he could not loosen her grasp. He could not budge her. She shoved him back on the ground, her body cold and firm and beautiful against his.

 

“What have you done to me?” he asked.

 

“I have a present for you,” she said. And from the folds of her cloak, she drew out a small box. It was silver, and it seemed to glow, reflecting the light of the snow, stilling the light of the stars in the sky. “It is almost Christmas,” she whispered.

 

He struggled against her, but she pressed it into his hands.

 

And then she smiled, and leaned down close to kiss him. He could feel the warmth of his breath slipping into her. A delicious cold rippled through his chest.

 

He could not take his eyes from hers, their liquid silver.

 

A raven cawed from a tree branch. Sam looked away from the woman, toward the sound. The bird was black and ragged against the white of the moon.

 

And then the moon itself was swallowed up by that white, white light. White light everywhere. He was floating through it, it was pulling him in, lifting him off the ground.

 

His heart beat, fast, faster. He realized that for a moment or longer it had not beat at all.

 

Panicked now, he managed to toss the silver box aside. He reared up at the woman, pushed at her, but she only smiled. She was heavy as rock, cold as ice.

 

“Who are you?” he managed.

 

“You may call me Eternity, for I am yours.”

 

She gave him a long kiss, and it was rather like drowning. He knew then what it was that had broken. His heart.

 

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Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3) by @EvangelineA #audiobooks #PNR #erotic


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Title: Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3)

Author: Evangeline Anderson

Genre: Paranormal Romance (Erotic)

Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3) is now available on Audiobook!

Book Blurb:

 

One Woman, Two Hot Guys, A Galaxy of Problems…

Kat O’Connor is no pushover. She’s a no nonsense girl with a commonsense approach to life. But there’s nothing common about what’s happening to her lately…

First she was forced to have a kinky mind ménage with two of the hottest and most irritating men in the galaxy—Twin Kindred warriors, Deep and Lock—in order to locate her kidnapped friend. Then she couldn’t get their feelings out of her head. And now she’s on her way to their home planet, Twin Moons, to find a cure for the debilitating illness their unorthodox joining caused, when all she really wants to do is go home.

Locks Tight, the light twin of the two, is already in love with Kat. Her curvy plus-sized body is the epitome of beauty on his home planet and her sharp mind makes her doubly attractive. But though he fell for her the moment he saw her, Twin Kindred are unable to mate a woman alone. Lock knows nothing can happen between them without his brother…

Stabs Deep. The dark twin has a secret agony in his past—a tragedy he feels he and he alone is to blame for. He too, hungers for Kat, but he hides his fear of rejection behind an impenetrable wall of angry sarcasm. For if he lets anyone get too close, the unbearable pain he has already endured once may happen again.

Now Kat and her twin warriors are on a quest—but they’re all looking for different things. Kat wants to find a way to dissolve the half-formed bond between them so she can be alone in her own head again. Lock wants to convince both her and his brother to complete the bond which will keep them together forever. And Deep is trying to protect his heart and love Kat from afar…though it grows more and more difficult to deny the hunger he feels for her growing inside him.

Their travels will take them from the uncharted wilds of Twin Moons to the Deadworld of the Scourge home planet. Will Kat find a cure for having other people’s emotions crowding her mind? Will Lock convince his brother and the woman they both love that they’re all meant to be together forever? And will Deep ever unshield his heart long enough to let Kat in?

You’ll have to read Sought, the third book in the Brides of the Kindred series, to find out…

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Kat was floating.

Not in the disembodied sense. This time she could feel her body, her limbs heavy with unspeakable exhaustion, her skin tender to touch.

She wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings but one thing was clear—someone was taking care of her.

Gentle hands lifted her into warm water and strong arms held her securely while someone else washed her hair. The sensations were so soothing she wanted to drift away to sleep. But I am asleep, aren’t I? If not, why can’t I wake up?

The same hands dried her off and put a straw between her lips. Kat sucked reflexively and a delicious, fruity flavor that seemed to be a cross between watermelon, strawberry, and some other fruit she couldn’t name filled her mouth.

“That’s right, my lady,” a deep, somehow familiar voice murmured. “Drink deeply. Nourish yourself. It’s almost time to attempt the bond.”

What bond? Kat wanted to ask, but she was stuck, held in the same, strange limbo she sensed she’d been in for days. Was it a coma? They said that people in comas retained some consciousness and heard everything that was said to them. But would she be able to drink from a straw if she was truly unconscious? Kat didn’t think so. It was all very confusing.

She finished the drink and someone fluffed a pillow behind her head and drew a light blanket over her naked body. “Sleep now,” the familiar voice murmured. “I must tend to my brother. He’s almost healed so maybe next time…”

But he didn’t finish what he was saying.

“Next time what?” Kat wanted to demand. But she felt so warm and comfortable she couldn’t be bothered to form the words. Instead she slid into darkness and let herself dream.

***

“You’re healing well.” Lock eyed the broad expanse of his twin’s back critically. “Of course, there will be scars. Extensive scars, I’m afraid.”

Deep, who was sitting at the edge of the large bed they shared, grunted noncommittally. “All warriors have scars.”

“Most get them in battle, though.” Gently, Lock smoothed some of the healing lotion Mother L’rin had given them over his brother’s wounds. Most of them were nothing but pinkish-white lines now, criss-crossing the tan expanse of Deep’s back. The wise woman had been right—he was healing remarkably quickly. His body, anyway. Lock feared that he would carry the memory of the beating with him forever. Not that he would admit to caring about such a thing—or anything for that matter. “Do you want to help me attend Kat again tonight?” he asked, changing the subject.

Deep frowned. “She’s not going to be happy when she finds out we’ve been bathing her while she’s unconscious, you know.”

“We drape towels over her to preserve her modesty,” Lock protested. “Besides, we’re only acting on Mother L’rin’s orders. She said Kat needed to spend plenty of time in the bathing pool —warm water is healing.”

“Kat won’t see it like that,” Deep predicted sourly. “She’ll think it’s a violation. And she’ll think the same thing about completing the soul bond.”

“We have to complete the bond. Nothing else will heal her fractured spirit.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be healed. Maybe she’d rather be dead than bonded to the two of us,”

Deep snapped. “Did you ever think about that?”

“I know what you’re thinking but Kat isn’t like that. She isn’t like her,” Lock said in a low voice.

“So you say.” Deep frowned moodily.

“We swore to Sophia and Olivia that we would do everything in our power to protect and heal Kat,” Lock reminded his brother.

“We’re doing a wonderful job so far, aren’t we?” Deep snarled. “We’re the reason she’s sick in the first place. We should never have used her as a focus. Never let ourselves feel…” He shook his head.

“It’s too late for those regrets now,” Lock said softly, dabbing more lotion on his brother’s back.

He could feel how tense Deep was—could see it in the way his broad shoulders bunched with misery.

The emotion echoed inside his heart, making him ache for his twin. “All we can do is try to heal her, to undo the damage we’ve done.”

“By completing a soul bond with a female who never wants to take the next step and make the physical bond with us as well? What good will it do any of us to have half a bond?” Deep demanded.

“It will heal the lady Kat,” Lock said firmly, trying to ignore his own fears. “That’s all that matters right now.”

Deep sighed and his broad shoulders slumped.

“Have it your way, Brother. But don’t be surprised if she wants nothing to do with you—with either one of us—when this is over.”

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Evangeline Anderson is the USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.

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To Save a Life, A’yen’s Legacy #3 by @rachelleighgeek #SFR #amreading #MFRWAuthor


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Title: To Save A Life, A’yen’s Legacy #3

Author: Rachel Leigh Smith

Genre: Science Fiction Romance

Book Blurb:

A’yen’s loved ones are under attack. To save them, he’ll risk everything.

Half the Lokmane are free and the resettling of Lok’ma is in progress. A’yen is crowned king, but it isn’t stopping his enemies. Someone is after Ro, and the woman he’s falling in love with is caught in the middle.

When Fae is injured in a cave-in at a dig site, A’yen knows who’s to blame. Proving it is the hard part. Things get worse when he walks into a political trap, and Ro is framed for murder. Saving his reputation is easy compared to saving Ro. Ro’s demons come for him, taking him back to a life not worth living.

A’yen races to save Ro before he can act on his deepest desire: killing his tormentor. Happily ever after can’t happen if Ro is dead.

Excerpt:

“Not all men are bad, baby.” Thankfully he had the good sense not to say anything else.

Ro had the capacity to be bad, as Daddy put it. A darkness thicker than deep space cloaked him. His grief over his brother’s death had consumed him, turning into a murderous rage he hid from everyone. Daddy had no way to know about it, but she sensed it in Ro. Felt it every time her hand brushed his.

Speaking of Ro, he turned the corner ahead of them, hurrying toward the back exit and the shortest path to the under-construction royal residence. Something in his gait was off. “Go on, Daddy. I’ll be home later.”

He paused. “If you’re sure.”

She nodded. “I need to talk to Ro for a minute.”

His eyes lit up. Despite her protests about dying an old maid, every member of her family knew she’d abandon it if the right man came around. Daddy and A’yen hoped Ro might be the man. So did Violet, her twin sister.

In the most hidden part of her, she hoped he might be too. He’d been so sweet and attentive to her in the Hidden, blushing whenever someone mentioned her name, often dealing with awkward silences because he didn’t know what to say to her. But a different man had returned with A’yen after their three months trapped at a Hart farm on Doran Four. A hard man who wore a mask in front of everyone. Even her and A’yen.

She left Daddy in the hall and hurried after Ro. Since she’d begun teaching him to read Common, she’d developed the ability to track his presence. He couldn’t hide from her. More importantly, he knew he couldn’t. She turned another corner, where a pile of freshly milled lumber hid them from the construction crew, and found him waiting for her.

One foot rested on the wood behind him, and his hands were shoved in his pockets. Breath stilled in her chest as she drank him in. Six-four, toffee hair, the yummiest dark blue eyes she’d ever seen, an aura of strength…the stuff dreams were made of. She’d stopped noticing the markings the first time he spoke to her, but he liked it when she traced her fingers along the vines on his forearms. He’d never admit it, though.

“Hi.” She ran her fingers down the length of his exposed markings.

He didn’t smile. “Hey. Do you know who they invited next week?”

“Daddy told me a few minutes ago. Can’t say I’m too thrilled about it. Mama’s going to freak.” She leaned her right shoulder against the pile of wood. “Any idea why?”

“I know exactly why. The Marcasians can take your father back if they want.”

She sucked in a breath. “Would they?”

“I don’t know.”

“I guess I still don’t understand the concept of seeing people as property.”

Ro gave her one of his rare smiles. “For which I am so grateful. You don’t know enough to judge me.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Unlike with He Who Shall Not Be Named, Ro’s touch and studying gaze didn’t leave her exposed or quaking in fear. He could be violent at times, yes, but with her, he seemed to go out of his way to be kind and gentle. And she did the same thing with him. Something about him invited her to trust him.

But the violent side most didn’t know about almost made her want to run before he targeted her.

“Usually I do judge people. Harshly, sometimes. You’re different, Ro. Everything you’ve done is to protect yourself, not hurt other people.” Against her better judgment, she didn’t fear the dangerous man in front of her. “What has you so upset?”

Ro’s nostrils flared, his jaw tightened, and the tendons in his neck stood out. “Camden might be hiding in Marcasian territory. Fae thinks he might’ve been friends with the current emperor while they were in college.”

If there was one thing she knew intimately, it was the signs of anger turning to rage. Ro exhibited all of them. Past experiences—granted, with other men, one in particular—said he’d erupt at any moment and take his anger out on the closest target. Her. She inched one foot back, ready to turn and run if necessary.

Hands still in his pockets, Ro’s gaze locked on her. “I know the difference between friend and foe, Jas. If I ever get my hands on the man who made you so skittish, I’ll turn his brain to goo and make it run out his nose.”

Part of her was drawn to the sheer brutality of his threat, to what it meant in Ro’s world. He was willing to do anything he deemed necessary to protect her. Which was why she could never tell him about her past. She might hate the scumbag tormenting her, but she didn’t wish him dead. Most of the time. “What are you going to do about Camden?”

“I don’t know. As bad as I want to kill him the same way he killed Rhys, I want my freedom too. If he’s hiding in Marcasian territory, I can’t have both.”

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Rachel Leigh Smith writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family and a half-crazed calico. When not writing, which isn’t often, she’s hanging with her family, doing counted cross-stitch, or yakking about life, the universe, and everything with her besties. There may also be Netflix binging…

 
She’s a member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade and Romance Writers of America. She blogs sporadically at www.rachelleighsmith.com, hangs out on Facebook at www.facebook.com/RachelLeighSmithAuthor, and can sometimes be found at http://twitter.com/rachelleighgeek. You can sign up for her newsletter here.

 

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