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Somehow after dropping out of college, Cora’s life has become one part Dresden Files, one part Buffy. She tumbles into the supernatural underbelly of Fairview as a PI’s freshly minted assistant. Will she manage to tame the not-so-vampiric lover who has her on his radar?
Valerian enjoys his life eating the greed of humanity. When he stumbles into Cora, he happens to find her quite the delectable morsel. There are annoying creatures to overcome before Valerian can have his way with her. But nothing will keep him from making Cora his. |
While Fian discovers humans come in more flavors than he had thought, jealous witches close in on Fian and Kiara. Will the coder and the demon be able to find love despite the wicked magic? And are tentacles still amazing outside of dreams? Sneak PeekFian looked out over the sparkling ocean that sat like a bowl of diamonds beyond the shores of the Morpheus-Realm. In his human form, he heard the waves come crashing in and recede like an eternal, rhythmic drumbeat. Fian reached for a smooth teal rock the surf had dragged in and tossed it toward the lapping water. It fell short. “Fuck it,” Fian said. He could feel the anger shift his skin color from normal human to blues and greens. “I’ve had enough of that pompous ass.” The pompous ass in question was Fian’s brother, just as demonic as Fian, but much prettier with his shark skin and sleep-deep mako eyes. They had met two hours earlier at the carnival, upon Mikano’s request. Fian had assumed it had something to do with the Human Liaison Unit Mikano was a member of, a band of singularly skilled demons who helped other demons with measured demonic behavior so that humans could continue to believe the demons of the Morpheus-Realm were, in fact, just things that popped up in their dreams. In the Morpheus-Realm, the rules of physics and reason were somewhat malleable, though Mikano could have explained the metaphysics perfectly, could have even given a mathematical example. The carnival was bright with colorful balloons and demons that could shape their limbs like stretchy dough. One could hop into a large soap bubble and find themself drifting over the spectacle until it broke and cotton candy -- brightly pink and sticking sweetly to one’s skin -- broke one’s fall. Eel demons drew electric sparks from their bodies and formed them into animals that walked or flew or breathed fire. A jellyfish demon read the dreamers’ palms and told their fortunes while her hair remained shifted to the ephemeral and luminous veil of her demonic jellyfish self. Fian and Mikano had opted for the Ferris wheel rather than sharing a soap bubble. It was always entertaining to watch dreamers squeal when the bubbles broke, and the Ferris wheel offered a clear line of sight. Mikano was munching away on a bucket of caramel popcorn. “So what did you want to talk about?” Fian knew Mikano was smug in the way only older demon brothers can be, but he’d looked especially smug today. “Well, Tickle --” Fian had flinched at the childhood nickname. “-- I am in love.” As it had turned out, his sharp-toothed brother had found a human -- a surfer of all things -- for whom Mikano had fallen, fins over teeth. Fian had no explicit intel on the surfer’s feelings, but since Fian had been roped in as Mikano’s best man for a kitschy beachside wedding, he supposed there was at least exasperated defeat there. Nightmares knew exasperated defeat was Fian’s default when it came to feelings about Mikano. Fian, thinking over the meeting on the Ferris wheel while the ocean in front of him looked calm as ever, reached for another rock, deep vermilion and blood warm. His agitation made his hand shift and the suckers of his kraken nature appear there. The rock tasted of salt and darkness. He tossed it, but he couldn’t quite detach his suckers in time, and the rock just slammed into the surf-wet beach, a half a tentacle length short of the teal one. “Fuck it,” he told the rock. “I need a plus one.” Giveaway
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 | Monster or hero? My name is Larkspur and I was born in the Colony, a labyrinth of tunnels and caves miles beneath the surface designed for prisoners. Being born among the criminals isn't an easy childhood. But I have a secret, my nails turn into sharp claws. That gives me the edge to survive down here. I learned early how to fight dirty, hide well and never trust. Here’s where I live, among the lawless. All too soon, our world changes. Something happens to the prospering world above. The criminals desiring freedom and revenge push toward the surface. Me |
among them. I make it to the surface and find myself in the middle of a war. Treston is a shy guy that’s always staring at me and Rafe is my handsome friend from the prison. Together we fight back against a group called The Blood Brotherhood. What do they want? To take over the world, of course. You’d think the bad guys would get a new plan. Starting a resistance is hard enough then I discover what makes me the way I am. It all ties into this cult and the end of the freaking world.
Humanity needs a hero, now more than ever, but all they get is me, a monster from the darkness.
Humanity needs a hero, now more than ever, but all they get is me, a monster from the darkness.
- SNEAK PEEK -
It was just another day in the Colony.
When the commotion below faded off, I peeked. The pile of food was gone. The room had a few people milling about under the lights and one person on the ground. I wasn’t sure if he was dead or not and I wasn’t going to wait around to find out. I eased myself from the ledge and hopped down to the floor. My muscles were a bit sore from that small space. What would happen if I grew taller? I’d need a new plan. Eh, it was something to think on tonight when I tried to sleep. I slung the bag over my shoulder and jumped from the tube.
“Now how did you get up there?” It was Rafe’s hypnotic voice.
I froze, searched the darkness and found nothing. “A girl has to have her secrets.” I saw him the moment he stepped out of the shadows. He was a lot taller than I thought. Rafe walked closer to me. I could see the glint in his green eyes as he passed under the bright light. The corner of his lips turned up in a half grin.
“Secrets are dangerous.”
“So am I.” I held my ground. My heart beat so fast it made the vein in my neck throb with each pulse.
“You’re too pretty to be dangerous.” He spoke softer, almost a whisper.
He thought I was pretty? Okay, so I may have lost my cool for a minute there but I quickly straightened my backbone and narrowed my eyes at him. I squeezed the bag in my hands tighter to keep my focus.
“Ah, she blushes.” Rafe let out a soft chuckle.
The sound made my frown crack and fade. “I wasn’t blushing because of you.”
“Of course not.” He reached out almost as if to touch a strand of my hair that had gone awry and separated from my braid. He paused before his fingertips made contact. His smile fell. He stared behind me. “Get out of here.”
I snapped out of my weird, butterfly in my stomachs, moment very fast. Listening closely, I heard the faint sound of footsteps behind me. Slowly, I turned and kept my back toward Rafe. I didn’t trust him but I distrusted him less than others. To my surprise, he took a step in front of me. Rafe shielded me from the two men that approached. They were both young, maybe late twenties. Their clothes were filthy with soot so it looked like they’d been down here a while. That made them all the more perilous. I saw a glint on Rafe’s back. It looked like a blade tucked into the rim of his pants. At least he had a weapon. When they began the fight, I could run for it. However, I wasn’t a coward and I had a weak spot for Rafe. If he died who would I stare at while I was up in that tube waiting?
“Hand over the food.” The taller of the two spoke. “And the pretty girl.”
I could have come up with some quirky comeback or given him some of my loot, but I kept silent. The last thing I needed was enemies down here.
“Larkspur is under my protection.” Rafe spoke quietly, but his tone was firm.
It surprised me to hear him say that. How did he even know my name? I waited, tense but ready. My feet were shoulder width apart, my knees bent and my grip loose in case I had to bring out the claws. They would attack us. I knew it by the desperation in their eyes. This food was mine. I wasn’t giving it up without a fight.
It happened quickly.
The taller guy came at Rafe pulling his makeshift blade. The shorter one approached me. I tossed my bag to the wall then faced him. He had a crooked nose, a scar over his eyebrow and blond hair turned brown with soot. He lunged at me. I rushed to the right, spun behind him and shoved my elbow into his back. He grunted and came at me swiftly. I think he tried to hit me in the midsection. He didn’t get that far. Each punch he threw I stepped back until I was under the tube. I had a trick for him. I leaped into the air. My claws were nearly undetectable with the light here. They burrowed into the edges of the tube. I swung wide, over his giant frame and landed behind him. I twirled. My claws raked over his back. He went down with a yell. A moment later Rafe was over him and delivered a kick that sent him a few feet away.
His intense stare found mine. “Go. Get out.”
I caught sight of his knife. The shiny tip marred with blood. I nodded, grabbed my bag of food and took off down the tunnel. I didn’t go far, just enough to slip away into the darkness. I waited there, listened to a few grunts and footsteps as the men fled. Then there was nothing but silence again. Stale air filled my lungs as my gaze followed Rafe. He found his own shadow to camouflage. I smiled, even knowing it was foolish.
When the commotion below faded off, I peeked. The pile of food was gone. The room had a few people milling about under the lights and one person on the ground. I wasn’t sure if he was dead or not and I wasn’t going to wait around to find out. I eased myself from the ledge and hopped down to the floor. My muscles were a bit sore from that small space. What would happen if I grew taller? I’d need a new plan. Eh, it was something to think on tonight when I tried to sleep. I slung the bag over my shoulder and jumped from the tube.
“Now how did you get up there?” It was Rafe’s hypnotic voice.
I froze, searched the darkness and found nothing. “A girl has to have her secrets.” I saw him the moment he stepped out of the shadows. He was a lot taller than I thought. Rafe walked closer to me. I could see the glint in his green eyes as he passed under the bright light. The corner of his lips turned up in a half grin.
“Secrets are dangerous.”
“So am I.” I held my ground. My heart beat so fast it made the vein in my neck throb with each pulse.
“You’re too pretty to be dangerous.” He spoke softer, almost a whisper.
He thought I was pretty? Okay, so I may have lost my cool for a minute there but I quickly straightened my backbone and narrowed my eyes at him. I squeezed the bag in my hands tighter to keep my focus.
“Ah, she blushes.” Rafe let out a soft chuckle.
The sound made my frown crack and fade. “I wasn’t blushing because of you.”
“Of course not.” He reached out almost as if to touch a strand of my hair that had gone awry and separated from my braid. He paused before his fingertips made contact. His smile fell. He stared behind me. “Get out of here.”
I snapped out of my weird, butterfly in my stomachs, moment very fast. Listening closely, I heard the faint sound of footsteps behind me. Slowly, I turned and kept my back toward Rafe. I didn’t trust him but I distrusted him less than others. To my surprise, he took a step in front of me. Rafe shielded me from the two men that approached. They were both young, maybe late twenties. Their clothes were filthy with soot so it looked like they’d been down here a while. That made them all the more perilous. I saw a glint on Rafe’s back. It looked like a blade tucked into the rim of his pants. At least he had a weapon. When they began the fight, I could run for it. However, I wasn’t a coward and I had a weak spot for Rafe. If he died who would I stare at while I was up in that tube waiting?
“Hand over the food.” The taller of the two spoke. “And the pretty girl.”
I could have come up with some quirky comeback or given him some of my loot, but I kept silent. The last thing I needed was enemies down here.
“Larkspur is under my protection.” Rafe spoke quietly, but his tone was firm.
It surprised me to hear him say that. How did he even know my name? I waited, tense but ready. My feet were shoulder width apart, my knees bent and my grip loose in case I had to bring out the claws. They would attack us. I knew it by the desperation in their eyes. This food was mine. I wasn’t giving it up without a fight.
It happened quickly.
The taller guy came at Rafe pulling his makeshift blade. The shorter one approached me. I tossed my bag to the wall then faced him. He had a crooked nose, a scar over his eyebrow and blond hair turned brown with soot. He lunged at me. I rushed to the right, spun behind him and shoved my elbow into his back. He grunted and came at me swiftly. I think he tried to hit me in the midsection. He didn’t get that far. Each punch he threw I stepped back until I was under the tube. I had a trick for him. I leaped into the air. My claws were nearly undetectable with the light here. They burrowed into the edges of the tube. I swung wide, over his giant frame and landed behind him. I twirled. My claws raked over his back. He went down with a yell. A moment later Rafe was over him and delivered a kick that sent him a few feet away.
His intense stare found mine. “Go. Get out.”
I caught sight of his knife. The shiny tip marred with blood. I nodded, grabbed my bag of food and took off down the tunnel. I didn’t go far, just enough to slip away into the darkness. I waited there, listened to a few grunts and footsteps as the men fled. Then there was nothing but silence again. Stale air filled my lungs as my gaze followed Rafe. He found his own shadow to camouflage. I smiled, even knowing it was foolish.
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 | She’d slept in, got covered in mud, almost set fire to the ladies' room, and then lost her job. So what else could happen? Mia Bruce, 54, couldn't believe how bad her day started out but that chain of events led to something amazing—she started her own business! Karl Miller, 55, multi-millionaire, business owner and bisexual partner to Liam, couldn't believe his eyes when he found the half-naked staff member in the ladies' room. Instead of a fire in the bathroom, he found a fire in his heart. |
Liam Kelly, 53, world-renowned artist, and Karl's life partner, meets Mia on the worst day of her life. He's smitten as much as Karl. Now all the two men have to do is convince Mia she needs two men in her life. Seems easy?
No. Not when she dislikes Karl at first sight.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, spanking
No. Not when she dislikes Karl at first sight.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, spanking
- SNEAK PEEK -
Mia Bruce’s day simply went from bad to worse.
To start with, somehow, she’d set the wrong button on her alarm and it woke her at four in the morning instead of seven. When Mia fell back to sleep after resetting it, she slept through three snooze buttons and ended up doing a mad dash to shower, dress, and then race for the bus.
Thinking the worst was over, she got off the bus alongside the large construction site opposite the huge office building where she worked for General Finance Corp. Unfortunately, it had rained heavily overnight and, as the bus pulled away, it drove through a large mud-filled puddle of run-off and soil from the dirty building site. One side of her dress from hip to hem, as well as her legs and shoes, were soaked with dirty brown water and soiled with large clumps of sticky brown mud.
Fuck! Can today get any worse?
“Probably,” she muttered while trying to brush off the worst of the mud. She thought about going back home but today was an important one at work so instead, after sighing, she climbed the steps to the front doors. A very dirty and angry Mia stomped into the office building then entered the elevator and jabbed the button for her floor. Two minutes to nine.
“Yay, made it on time,” she sneered, her voice full of sarcasm as she took the elevator to the thirtieth floor.
Today, the new regime began. The company had been sold to Tower Financials and rumors were rife there were going to be a lot of layoffs. Mia was the assistant to the big boss’s PA—a sort of PA’s A. The PA, Liz Chambers, dealt with the higher-ups while Mia dealt with the lower-downs. Liz’s office was in the breathtaking area with the bosses while hers was downstairs with the minions. Still, she liked the work and the company, having worked for them for the past fifteen years, and Liz was a great friend as well as her immediate supervisor.
Quickly throwing her bag into her bottom drawer when she was in her office, Mia surveyed the damage to her clothes. Damn. The mud and slush on one side stood out against the blue of her dress. Her legs hadn’t fared much better and her shoes were caked. She’d have to try to wash out the worst of the mud, especially knowing she’d have to face the new regime leaders. After making sure there was nothing urgent for her to deal with immediately, she raced into the ladies’ room. If she were quick, she should be able to clean up in fifteen minutes. The easiest thing to do would be to take the dress off, wash the muddy parts, and then dry it under the hand-dryer. And that was exactly what Mia did. Too bad if any of the girls came in. She needed the dress reasonably clean and dry.
Drying it was tricky, but apart from the hand-dryer overheating and smelling quite a bit, she managed to get the iris-blue dress dry. Now for her legs and shoes. Draping the now-dry dress over the paper towel dispenser, she washed her shoes and slipped them back on. Using dozens of sheets of wet paper, Mia began washing her legs. Bending over, her back to the door, dressed in just her shoes, red lacy panties, and matching bra, Mia heard the door open and groaned. Probably Tracy from the typing pool. She seemed to always be in the bathroom. There was a soft cough but she ignored her and finished washing her legs until she heard a much louder, deeper, cough. Looking around her legs without bothering to stand up, she got the shock of her life.
Casually leaning against the wall, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other with the toes balancing him, was a hunk. A fire extinguisher sat at his feet. She stood quickly and faced him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here? Get out!”
To start with, somehow, she’d set the wrong button on her alarm and it woke her at four in the morning instead of seven. When Mia fell back to sleep after resetting it, she slept through three snooze buttons and ended up doing a mad dash to shower, dress, and then race for the bus.
Thinking the worst was over, she got off the bus alongside the large construction site opposite the huge office building where she worked for General Finance Corp. Unfortunately, it had rained heavily overnight and, as the bus pulled away, it drove through a large mud-filled puddle of run-off and soil from the dirty building site. One side of her dress from hip to hem, as well as her legs and shoes, were soaked with dirty brown water and soiled with large clumps of sticky brown mud.
Fuck! Can today get any worse?
“Probably,” she muttered while trying to brush off the worst of the mud. She thought about going back home but today was an important one at work so instead, after sighing, she climbed the steps to the front doors. A very dirty and angry Mia stomped into the office building then entered the elevator and jabbed the button for her floor. Two minutes to nine.
“Yay, made it on time,” she sneered, her voice full of sarcasm as she took the elevator to the thirtieth floor.
Today, the new regime began. The company had been sold to Tower Financials and rumors were rife there were going to be a lot of layoffs. Mia was the assistant to the big boss’s PA—a sort of PA’s A. The PA, Liz Chambers, dealt with the higher-ups while Mia dealt with the lower-downs. Liz’s office was in the breathtaking area with the bosses while hers was downstairs with the minions. Still, she liked the work and the company, having worked for them for the past fifteen years, and Liz was a great friend as well as her immediate supervisor.
Quickly throwing her bag into her bottom drawer when she was in her office, Mia surveyed the damage to her clothes. Damn. The mud and slush on one side stood out against the blue of her dress. Her legs hadn’t fared much better and her shoes were caked. She’d have to try to wash out the worst of the mud, especially knowing she’d have to face the new regime leaders. After making sure there was nothing urgent for her to deal with immediately, she raced into the ladies’ room. If she were quick, she should be able to clean up in fifteen minutes. The easiest thing to do would be to take the dress off, wash the muddy parts, and then dry it under the hand-dryer. And that was exactly what Mia did. Too bad if any of the girls came in. She needed the dress reasonably clean and dry.
Drying it was tricky, but apart from the hand-dryer overheating and smelling quite a bit, she managed to get the iris-blue dress dry. Now for her legs and shoes. Draping the now-dry dress over the paper towel dispenser, she washed her shoes and slipped them back on. Using dozens of sheets of wet paper, Mia began washing her legs. Bending over, her back to the door, dressed in just her shoes, red lacy panties, and matching bra, Mia heard the door open and groaned. Probably Tracy from the typing pool. She seemed to always be in the bathroom. There was a soft cough but she ignored her and finished washing her legs until she heard a much louder, deeper, cough. Looking around her legs without bothering to stand up, she got the shock of her life.
Casually leaning against the wall, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other with the toes balancing him, was a hunk. A fire extinguisher sat at his feet. She stood quickly and faced him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here? Get out!”
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 | ~ An Editor's Pick! ~If you had the ability to travel through time and start again on a grand adventure, would you? As a lonely older woman, Rose escapes into her books. With the power from a forgotten heirloom and repressed magic, she finds herself in 17th century Scotland as a young maiden. Communicating with dragons. And encountering an appealing Highlander with every time jump. Will Rose remain content with her solitary life, not chancing to upset the past, or will she make a leap through time for everlasting love? |
Sneak Peek
Without fear, Rose stood and marched toward the melee. “Wha’ is the meanin’ o’ this?” she yelled, her brogue even thicker than before.
The scene froze—man and beast halting as if stunned. When the biggest of the men looked her way and attempted a step in her direction, Drax snarled, ready to burn the fool to a crisp.
“Drax!” Rose said, holding up her hand. “Will ye give him a chance to explain? If yer no’ satisfied with his answer, then ye can fry his arse. He did invade yer cavern, after all.”
The man stood with his mouth agape and let the tip of his sword fall against the rock floor, the clang echoing off the walls around them. Drax drew in a breath and slowly exhaled, smoke emanating from his orifices.
Rose stood tall, crossing her arms across her chest as the men remained silently stunned.
“Well, wha’s yer explanation for attackin’ these dragons? Be quick about it, as I don’ think they’re long on patience.”
At that moment, Farrah grunted and a tiny flame shot from her nose.
“Well?” Rose said again, looking to the man who appeared to be the leader. As she eyed his tartan, she realized he was the man on horseback she’d seen in the meadow. Her gaze caught his, and the stare from his gray-green eyes teetered between awestruck and disbelief.
“Who are ye?” he asked.
“That’s the question you should be answering. Who are you to come uninvited into Drax’s mountain? Who are you to raise your swords against the dragons? What have they ever done to ye to deserve such action?”
The man’s mouth fell open once again as one of his companions looked on with a shocked expression while the other practically grinned.
“And you two.” Rose pointed to each man. “Yer accomplices and won’t be spared from any punishment deemed appropriate.” At that moment, Eryth grunted and nudged the grinning fool until he nearly toppled over.
“Eryth, give him a chance.” When there seemed to be silence, Eryth was actually talking to Rose, only the men of course couldn’t hear the conversation. “Yes, I know he almost hit ye. And ye nearly fried him to a crisp. But at least give them a chance. Harmony is our goal, is it no’?”
With one more grunt from Eryth, Rose turned to the leader. But before she could say a word, he spoke. Rather rudely. “Are ye speakin’ with these beasts?” His lip curled as the last word sputtered from his mouth.
“These beasts are dragons, with names, and they’re my friends.”
The man scoffed, but he was quickly put in his place when Drax snarled at him, puffing heated smoke in his face. He backed up a step, his grip tightening on his claymore.
“You’d better relax and answer my questions, or I can’t be responsible for wha’ may happen next.” Rose felt the corner of her mouth tip in a smirk. Truth be told, she was enjoying this bit of power she seemed to hold over these intruders.
The scene froze—man and beast halting as if stunned. When the biggest of the men looked her way and attempted a step in her direction, Drax snarled, ready to burn the fool to a crisp.
“Drax!” Rose said, holding up her hand. “Will ye give him a chance to explain? If yer no’ satisfied with his answer, then ye can fry his arse. He did invade yer cavern, after all.”
The man stood with his mouth agape and let the tip of his sword fall against the rock floor, the clang echoing off the walls around them. Drax drew in a breath and slowly exhaled, smoke emanating from his orifices.
Rose stood tall, crossing her arms across her chest as the men remained silently stunned.
“Well, wha’s yer explanation for attackin’ these dragons? Be quick about it, as I don’ think they’re long on patience.”
At that moment, Farrah grunted and a tiny flame shot from her nose.
“Well?” Rose said again, looking to the man who appeared to be the leader. As she eyed his tartan, she realized he was the man on horseback she’d seen in the meadow. Her gaze caught his, and the stare from his gray-green eyes teetered between awestruck and disbelief.
“Who are ye?” he asked.
“That’s the question you should be answering. Who are you to come uninvited into Drax’s mountain? Who are you to raise your swords against the dragons? What have they ever done to ye to deserve such action?”
The man’s mouth fell open once again as one of his companions looked on with a shocked expression while the other practically grinned.
“And you two.” Rose pointed to each man. “Yer accomplices and won’t be spared from any punishment deemed appropriate.” At that moment, Eryth grunted and nudged the grinning fool until he nearly toppled over.
“Eryth, give him a chance.” When there seemed to be silence, Eryth was actually talking to Rose, only the men of course couldn’t hear the conversation. “Yes, I know he almost hit ye. And ye nearly fried him to a crisp. But at least give them a chance. Harmony is our goal, is it no’?”
With one more grunt from Eryth, Rose turned to the leader. But before she could say a word, he spoke. Rather rudely. “Are ye speakin’ with these beasts?” His lip curled as the last word sputtered from his mouth.
“These beasts are dragons, with names, and they’re my friends.”
The man scoffed, but he was quickly put in his place when Drax snarled at him, puffing heated smoke in his face. He backed up a step, his grip tightening on his claymore.
“You’d better relax and answer my questions, or I can’t be responsible for wha’ may happen next.” Rose felt the corner of her mouth tip in a smirk. Truth be told, she was enjoying this bit of power she seemed to hold over these intruders.
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Astrid Carlisle enjoys her job at Satera Industries, the massive interplanetary organization whose enigmatic leader is concerned with profits first and legalities second. Stationed at company headquarters, she can stay out of harm’s way while making good use of her programming skills and keen eye for talent acquisition. Unfortunately, both the busy nature of her work and her office’s remote location leave her feeling dissatisfied with her personal life.
Fresh out of the Central United Space Marines, Tabitha Knox is ready for change, hoping the next stage in her career can take place in the private sector. Employment with Satera Industries would offer her the exciting, fast-paced work she craves, with generous financial compensation to match. All she has to do is get through the rigorous screening process and prove her worth.
The two women meet during the early stages of Tabitha’s application, and their mutual attraction is instant. However, Astrid has been hurt in the past and is cautious about moving too quickly, leading her to devise a plan. She suggests the pair enter the simulations used to test applicants and fight their way through the various environments. If Tabitha can successfully track her down in each phase, she’ll win the ultimate prize: a lucrative job, plus Astrid’s trust and submission. Everything she wants is within reach, but will she be able to achieve her dreams while hunting Astrid?
Hunting Astrid is a futuristic sci fi slow-burn FF romance from the talented author Thea Landen.
Fresh out of the Central United Space Marines, Tabitha Knox is ready for change, hoping the next stage in her career can take place in the private sector. Employment with Satera Industries would offer her the exciting, fast-paced work she craves, with generous financial compensation to match. All she has to do is get through the rigorous screening process and prove her worth.
The two women meet during the early stages of Tabitha’s application, and their mutual attraction is instant. However, Astrid has been hurt in the past and is cautious about moving too quickly, leading her to devise a plan. She suggests the pair enter the simulations used to test applicants and fight their way through the various environments. If Tabitha can successfully track her down in each phase, she’ll win the ultimate prize: a lucrative job, plus Astrid’s trust and submission. Everything she wants is within reach, but will she be able to achieve her dreams while hunting Astrid?
Hunting Astrid is a futuristic sci fi slow-burn FF romance from the talented author Thea Landen.
A few words from Thea Landen...
When planning out a new book, one of the first things I do is decide whether to write it in first-person or third-person point of view. I know, I know, I really should be focusing on one and developing my distinctive style or voice. But one of the nice things about being an indie author is there are fewer “rules.” I can do what I feel is best for the story I want to tell without feeling limited by what I’ve done in the past.
For me, there are pros and cons for both first-person and third-person. I don’t have a strong preference, though I will say that when I’m writing in first-person, it can be a challenge to develop a character who doesn’t just sound like Thea-the-real-person. It’s argued that a little bit of the author is bound to come through in everything they write, and there’s nothing wrong with that, of course. However, I don’t want all my books to sound like I’m the one telling you a story. With first-person especially, I want the story to come from the characters themselves.
Okay, so how do I choose? Most of the time, if I’m going to be writing something that involves a lot of world-building, with all the descriptive prose to go along with it, I opt for third-person. I’m not saying it can’t be done in first-person, but when there’s a lot of description going on, it tends to flow more naturally coming from an outside narrator. Most of us don’t walk down the street and spend a lot of time thinking about what precise shade of blue the sky is, or how the road twists and turns like a snake, or the gentle way the breeze is ruffling the leaves on the trees. (Well, some of us might. Authors especially. You do you, I won’t judge!)
Even before I plotted out all the details, I knew Hunting Astrid was going to need a lot of such description. Through the use of virtual reality, Astrid and her potential love interest Tabitha travel through a variety of different settings. I wanted each scene to feel distinctive, and I’m not sure if I could have accomplished that by writing in first-person; in other words, by having Astrid herself describe her creations to the readers. Let’s take a look at some examples, starting with Astrid’s “real” world, aboard the train she takes to and from work:
Outside the windows, the angles of the metallic skyscrapers gradually shifted into the softer lines of the trees flanking the streets of residential neighborhoods. The soothing music piped in to the commuter car helped further erase the stresses of the day, and she let her gaze drift around her surroundings. Her tranquil state was short-lived, however, as she caught sight of a familiar face.
We’re seeing and hearing the scene through Astrid’s eyes and ears, but it doesn’t feel forced. For me, I’m not sure if I’d be consciously aware of ambient music relaxing me, or if I’d just notice feeling more relaxed because of it. Could this passage be written in first-person and still be effective? Sure, but I need to consider the story as a whole.
Here’s the first simulation Astrid and Tabitha enter together:
Snow swirled over the valley in gritty gray flakes, stinging any parts of Astrid’s skin left exposed by her gear. She squinted into the wind as she clutched her rifle to her chest, trying to determine her location on the map she’d seen from so many angles while working at her desk. Although the storm made it difficult for her to see, she could make out some shadowy buildings in the distance.
If this happened to me and I were relaying my version of events to a listener, I might mention something stinging my skin, but I doubt I’d think of the weather conditions as “gritty gray flakes,” nor would I refer to “shadowy buildings” in those precise words. Again, I’m not saying it can’t be done. To me, this level of description simply makes more sense in third-person.
One more example of a simulation:
Little sunlight penetrated the thick tangle of branches far above Astrid’s head, casting the rainforest in an eerie dim glow. Insects chirped and buzzed on a continuous loop, nearly as loud as the wind in the previous scene. Damp air and the scent of rotting leaves filled her lungs and nose when she inhaled, and a trickle of sweat rolled down the back of her neck due to the oppressive humidity. She couldn’t decide whether to be proud of her team’s skills when creating the lifelike simulation or curse them for their talent and attention to detail.
Despite being written in third-person, we can get a clear idea of how Astrid is feeling here. She’s uncomfortable. Maybe a little bit nervous. Even with an outside narration, we’re right there in that rainforest with her, and I don’t think the third-person point of view hampers our connection with her.
There are plenty of other examples I could give, including the scene of their climactic showdown, but I don’t want to give away all the fun! In some ways, I did take on the role of Astrid myself, as I had so much fun creating all the different settings for the various scenes to take place in. The chemistry between her and Tabitha is described in vivid detail, and I don’t think I sacrificed anything regarding their emotional connection by choosing to write their story in third-person.
If you love strong women, fast-paced action, and the ability to explore fantastic worlds without leaving the safety and comfort of your home, grab your VR headset and join the adventure with Hunting Astrid!
For me, there are pros and cons for both first-person and third-person. I don’t have a strong preference, though I will say that when I’m writing in first-person, it can be a challenge to develop a character who doesn’t just sound like Thea-the-real-person. It’s argued that a little bit of the author is bound to come through in everything they write, and there’s nothing wrong with that, of course. However, I don’t want all my books to sound like I’m the one telling you a story. With first-person especially, I want the story to come from the characters themselves.
Okay, so how do I choose? Most of the time, if I’m going to be writing something that involves a lot of world-building, with all the descriptive prose to go along with it, I opt for third-person. I’m not saying it can’t be done in first-person, but when there’s a lot of description going on, it tends to flow more naturally coming from an outside narrator. Most of us don’t walk down the street and spend a lot of time thinking about what precise shade of blue the sky is, or how the road twists and turns like a snake, or the gentle way the breeze is ruffling the leaves on the trees. (Well, some of us might. Authors especially. You do you, I won’t judge!)
Even before I plotted out all the details, I knew Hunting Astrid was going to need a lot of such description. Through the use of virtual reality, Astrid and her potential love interest Tabitha travel through a variety of different settings. I wanted each scene to feel distinctive, and I’m not sure if I could have accomplished that by writing in first-person; in other words, by having Astrid herself describe her creations to the readers. Let’s take a look at some examples, starting with Astrid’s “real” world, aboard the train she takes to and from work:
Outside the windows, the angles of the metallic skyscrapers gradually shifted into the softer lines of the trees flanking the streets of residential neighborhoods. The soothing music piped in to the commuter car helped further erase the stresses of the day, and she let her gaze drift around her surroundings. Her tranquil state was short-lived, however, as she caught sight of a familiar face.
We’re seeing and hearing the scene through Astrid’s eyes and ears, but it doesn’t feel forced. For me, I’m not sure if I’d be consciously aware of ambient music relaxing me, or if I’d just notice feeling more relaxed because of it. Could this passage be written in first-person and still be effective? Sure, but I need to consider the story as a whole.
Here’s the first simulation Astrid and Tabitha enter together:
Snow swirled over the valley in gritty gray flakes, stinging any parts of Astrid’s skin left exposed by her gear. She squinted into the wind as she clutched her rifle to her chest, trying to determine her location on the map she’d seen from so many angles while working at her desk. Although the storm made it difficult for her to see, she could make out some shadowy buildings in the distance.
If this happened to me and I were relaying my version of events to a listener, I might mention something stinging my skin, but I doubt I’d think of the weather conditions as “gritty gray flakes,” nor would I refer to “shadowy buildings” in those precise words. Again, I’m not saying it can’t be done. To me, this level of description simply makes more sense in third-person.
One more example of a simulation:
Little sunlight penetrated the thick tangle of branches far above Astrid’s head, casting the rainforest in an eerie dim glow. Insects chirped and buzzed on a continuous loop, nearly as loud as the wind in the previous scene. Damp air and the scent of rotting leaves filled her lungs and nose when she inhaled, and a trickle of sweat rolled down the back of her neck due to the oppressive humidity. She couldn’t decide whether to be proud of her team’s skills when creating the lifelike simulation or curse them for their talent and attention to detail.
Despite being written in third-person, we can get a clear idea of how Astrid is feeling here. She’s uncomfortable. Maybe a little bit nervous. Even with an outside narration, we’re right there in that rainforest with her, and I don’t think the third-person point of view hampers our connection with her.
There are plenty of other examples I could give, including the scene of their climactic showdown, but I don’t want to give away all the fun! In some ways, I did take on the role of Astrid myself, as I had so much fun creating all the different settings for the various scenes to take place in. The chemistry between her and Tabitha is described in vivid detail, and I don’t think I sacrificed anything regarding their emotional connection by choosing to write their story in third-person.
If you love strong women, fast-paced action, and the ability to explore fantastic worlds without leaving the safety and comfort of your home, grab your VR headset and join the adventure with Hunting Astrid!
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Jia grew up in an orphanage that turned children into master thieves and gave the school of hard knocks a run for its money. Jia’s psychic talents have kept her alive, but not out of trouble. While searching for her adopted brother, Jia finds herself on a galactic adventure with a horde of extra-terrestrial kids she’s determined to protect. Adding to the chaos is an Askole Battle Commander who claims she is his mate. How is that even possible? They’ve never met.
Trayon, the Battle Commander, is a deadly Askole. Huge. Battle hardened muscles. A regular warrior’s nightmare with black, armor-plated skin and tentacles. Who knew the scary guy was such an excellent kisser and had the heart of a romantic? All Jia ever wanted was a family of her own. Maybe an alien family wouldn’t be so bad.
To win Jia, Trayon must prove he loves her and she’s not some female the Coletti Overlord just sold him. But first, he has to keep the trouble magnet alive long enough to convince her.
Trayon, the Battle Commander, is a deadly Askole. Huge. Battle hardened muscles. A regular warrior’s nightmare with black, armor-plated skin and tentacles. Who knew the scary guy was such an excellent kisser and had the heart of a romantic? All Jia ever wanted was a family of her own. Maybe an alien family wouldn’t be so bad.
To win Jia, Trayon must prove he loves her and she’s not some female the Coletti Overlord just sold him. But first, he has to keep the trouble magnet alive long enough to convince her.
SNEAK PEEK
I had always dreamed of finding my soulmate, but I never imagined my Prince Charming would be an alien. Taking a deep breath, I dropped my shields and winced when his tentacles stung me repeatedly. Before I could vocalize a protest, Trayon’s powerful mind surged into mine. Whoa! A vortex that held millions of images, and memories suddenly spun through my head. I reeled as every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Suddenly our minds fused together, and we became as one. His memories became mine. His knowledge became mine. In that instant I knew Trayon was my soulmate and he would love me until the end of time. I opened my eyes and smiled. “Out of all the star systems in the galaxy you found me. What are the odds?”
“I would have found you if I had to search for an eternity. You have my promise that for a thousand nights and beyond, I will give you utter ecstasy. I will love you as you have never been loved before.” There was a tantalizing tenderness in Trayon’s touch.
My hands roamed over him, learning the texture of his skin, the feel of his thickly muscled chest. “I like the way you feel.”
Heat flared in Tihar’s eyes. “You are wearing too many clothes.” The tips of his claws shredded my tunic and leggings. The pieces fluttered to the bed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ditch the jockey shorts.”
“As my lady commands.” Trayon tapped on his gauntlet and his shorts shrank into a thin metal belt around his waist.
I glanced down and did a double take. Holy Mother Mary of God! His penis was huge and covered in glistening black scales. “That’s never going to fit.”
His long, forked tongue slid across my lips, making my entire body shiver. “To complete the physical bond, I must prepare you first.” Trayon lowered me to the bed. His hands wandered over me greedily. He caressed every inch of my skin, heating my blood until I focused only on the sensation of his touch.
“I want to learn your body. What gives you pleasure. I want to make you come over and over again until you are screaming my name and begging me for more.” His tentacles slid over my breasts, delivering nipping stings to my nipples.
My pussy clenched and a starburst of ecstasy shot through me. “That’s a…” My body bowed as the pleasure pain from the stings grew stronger. “A good start.” My fingers closed around his ginormous penis. I wanted the thick, hard length inside me. I felt it twitch as I explored the ridges lining the tip.
Trayon’s tentacles flared out from his head. “Do that again and I will lose control. I need you too badly.” He removed my hand. “Let me show you the thousand delights.”
“It gets better?”
“It does.” Sliding down my body, Trayon spread my legs apart, and pressed his forked tongue deep into my pussy.
I almost shot off the bed. “Holy Mother! That’s awesome. Do it again.”
Trayon dragged his tongue upward over my clit; again, and again and again.
I writhed, squirmed, and moaned. Raw want flooded me. “Please, Trayon. I need you inside me. Now.”
“You are not ready.”
“I am ready. Really. I am.” My breath caught as he thrust two long fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me. The unbearable fullness had me arching against him as my body caught fire. Two fingers became three as he pumped into me harder and deeper. I screamed as the world exploded around me.
“No hurt.” Cason threw the Izix bone at Trayon. “Momma.”
With a low growl, Trayon snatched it out of mid-air and tossed it back in the crib.
“He’s not hurting me, Cason. He’s making me feel good.” Really good.
Cason stared at us doubtfully.
Talk about a buzz kill. “Go to sleep and when you wake up, I’ll get you some more bloos.”
“Bloos. Bloos.” Cason curled up on the mattress.
“A big bowl of bloos.”
Cason closed his eyes. “Ax.”
I met Trayon’s irritated gaze. “Kids. What can you do?”
“The thousand delights I promised you, might take longer than I planned.”
“So, what are you waiting for? Get to it.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trayon sucked my clit between his teeth and nibbled gently.
My eyes crossed as a tsunami of sensations hit me. Passion and desire turned into mind-shattering bliss. “Holy Mary. Holy Mary,” I groaned.
His long, hot tongue lapped my juices. “Pure ambrosia.”
“Too much,” I cried as ecstasy lit up my nerve ending like wildfire.
Trayon’s tentacles suddenly slithered up my channel, stinging me. My core pulsed as another orgasm rolled over me, leaving me trembling helplessly. “I can’t. Take anymore.”
“You can. You will.” His tentacles nipped my butt cheeks.
I writhed as an insane pressure built between my legs. He was going to kill me with sex. I squeaked when a tentacle pressed against the tight flesh of my anus. "Hey! Wait!"
“Every part of you will know my touch.” Trayon’s tenacious tentacles jiggled their way inside my opening and did the Cha-Cha.
“Even there!” I felt myself softening, opening for them, and a curious hunger built.
“Yes.”
To say I was scandalized would be an understatement. Our priest would have me saying a hundred Hail Marys. I felt the tentacles slip deeper inside me, creating an exquisite torment almost too much to bear. I tried to wiggle free.
With one lightning, fast movement Trayon buried himself deep inside me. My pussy throbbed as I was impaled on his thick cock. “Holy Mary Mother of God!” I gasped. “You’re too big.”
“You will take every inch of me.” He flexed his hips and I gasped as the delicious slide of his flesh sent pleasure sizzling through me. He withdrew and drove forward with a steady rhythm.
I could still feel his tentacles stroking my anus and clit simultaneously. How was that possible? Was mental sex part of the thousand delights? A throaty mewl escaped me as the delicious friction in my ass combined with Trayon’s hard thrusts. Ripples of white-hot ecstasy had me thrashing beneath him.
Trayon bit my neck. “Mine.”
I moaned as a brain jelling climax hit. I couldn’t move as spasm after spasm shook me. These thousand delights would be the death of me, but what a way to go.
“I would have found you if I had to search for an eternity. You have my promise that for a thousand nights and beyond, I will give you utter ecstasy. I will love you as you have never been loved before.” There was a tantalizing tenderness in Trayon’s touch.
My hands roamed over him, learning the texture of his skin, the feel of his thickly muscled chest. “I like the way you feel.”
Heat flared in Tihar’s eyes. “You are wearing too many clothes.” The tips of his claws shredded my tunic and leggings. The pieces fluttered to the bed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ditch the jockey shorts.”
“As my lady commands.” Trayon tapped on his gauntlet and his shorts shrank into a thin metal belt around his waist.
I glanced down and did a double take. Holy Mother Mary of God! His penis was huge and covered in glistening black scales. “That’s never going to fit.”
His long, forked tongue slid across my lips, making my entire body shiver. “To complete the physical bond, I must prepare you first.” Trayon lowered me to the bed. His hands wandered over me greedily. He caressed every inch of my skin, heating my blood until I focused only on the sensation of his touch.
“I want to learn your body. What gives you pleasure. I want to make you come over and over again until you are screaming my name and begging me for more.” His tentacles slid over my breasts, delivering nipping stings to my nipples.
My pussy clenched and a starburst of ecstasy shot through me. “That’s a…” My body bowed as the pleasure pain from the stings grew stronger. “A good start.” My fingers closed around his ginormous penis. I wanted the thick, hard length inside me. I felt it twitch as I explored the ridges lining the tip.
Trayon’s tentacles flared out from his head. “Do that again and I will lose control. I need you too badly.” He removed my hand. “Let me show you the thousand delights.”
“It gets better?”
“It does.” Sliding down my body, Trayon spread my legs apart, and pressed his forked tongue deep into my pussy.
I almost shot off the bed. “Holy Mother! That’s awesome. Do it again.”
Trayon dragged his tongue upward over my clit; again, and again and again.
I writhed, squirmed, and moaned. Raw want flooded me. “Please, Trayon. I need you inside me. Now.”
“You are not ready.”
“I am ready. Really. I am.” My breath caught as he thrust two long fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me. The unbearable fullness had me arching against him as my body caught fire. Two fingers became three as he pumped into me harder and deeper. I screamed as the world exploded around me.
“No hurt.” Cason threw the Izix bone at Trayon. “Momma.”
With a low growl, Trayon snatched it out of mid-air and tossed it back in the crib.
“He’s not hurting me, Cason. He’s making me feel good.” Really good.
Cason stared at us doubtfully.
Talk about a buzz kill. “Go to sleep and when you wake up, I’ll get you some more bloos.”
“Bloos. Bloos.” Cason curled up on the mattress.
“A big bowl of bloos.”
Cason closed his eyes. “Ax.”
I met Trayon’s irritated gaze. “Kids. What can you do?”
“The thousand delights I promised you, might take longer than I planned.”
“So, what are you waiting for? Get to it.”
“Yes, my lady.” Trayon sucked my clit between his teeth and nibbled gently.
My eyes crossed as a tsunami of sensations hit me. Passion and desire turned into mind-shattering bliss. “Holy Mary. Holy Mary,” I groaned.
His long, hot tongue lapped my juices. “Pure ambrosia.”
“Too much,” I cried as ecstasy lit up my nerve ending like wildfire.
Trayon’s tentacles suddenly slithered up my channel, stinging me. My core pulsed as another orgasm rolled over me, leaving me trembling helplessly. “I can’t. Take anymore.”
“You can. You will.” His tentacles nipped my butt cheeks.
I writhed as an insane pressure built between my legs. He was going to kill me with sex. I squeaked when a tentacle pressed against the tight flesh of my anus. "Hey! Wait!"
“Every part of you will know my touch.” Trayon’s tenacious tentacles jiggled their way inside my opening and did the Cha-Cha.
“Even there!” I felt myself softening, opening for them, and a curious hunger built.
“Yes.”
To say I was scandalized would be an understatement. Our priest would have me saying a hundred Hail Marys. I felt the tentacles slip deeper inside me, creating an exquisite torment almost too much to bear. I tried to wiggle free.
With one lightning, fast movement Trayon buried himself deep inside me. My pussy throbbed as I was impaled on his thick cock. “Holy Mary Mother of God!” I gasped. “You’re too big.”
“You will take every inch of me.” He flexed his hips and I gasped as the delicious slide of his flesh sent pleasure sizzling through me. He withdrew and drove forward with a steady rhythm.
I could still feel his tentacles stroking my anus and clit simultaneously. How was that possible? Was mental sex part of the thousand delights? A throaty mewl escaped me as the delicious friction in my ass combined with Trayon’s hard thrusts. Ripples of white-hot ecstasy had me thrashing beneath him.
Trayon bit my neck. “Mine.”
I moaned as a brain jelling climax hit. I couldn’t move as spasm after spasm shook me. These thousand delights would be the death of me, but what a way to go.
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Retrograde by Desiree Holt
Book 1 in the Galaxy series
General Release Date: 22nd December 2020
Heat Rating: Burning
Format: EBOOK
ISBN: 978-1-83943-470-9
Sexometer: 2
Word Count: 80,672
Language: English
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages: 297
Genres: CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
ISBN: 978-1-83943-470-9
Sexometer: 2
Word Count: 80,672
Language: English
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages: 297
Genres: CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
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Book Description
Hot ex-military, desperate woman, tight conspiracy…wait for the explosion!
Peyton West is desperate. Her brother-in-law is dead, her sister is in a coma and no one seems interested in finding any answers. With every door slammed in her face, she’s referred to Scott “Blaze” Hamilton and the men from super-secret Galaxy.
Conducting meetings on a plane and digging into the underbelly of Tampa politics, she sees a ray of hope…and discovers Blaze lives up to his name in more ways than one. She crosses her fingers that the scorching sex will continue to blaze once the killer is found.
Conducting meetings on a plane and digging into the underbelly of Tampa politics, she sees a ray of hope…and discovers Blaze lives up to his name in more ways than one. She crosses her fingers that the scorching sex will continue to blaze once the killer is found.
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, murder and attempted murder.
Excerpt
Well, didn’t this just turn out to be a clusterfuck.
“They’re gaining on us,” John ‘Rocket’ Hardin called from the rear of the van.
“I’m pushing this baby as hard as it will go,” Matt ‘Viper’ Roman ground out.
The tension inside the van was so thick they could almost see it. Disaster was always waiting for them around the corner, but Scott ‘Blaze’ Hamilton knew if anyone could get them to the exfil point, it was Viper. No one could outdrive him.
“Damn it,” Blaze swore under his breath.
A previous rescue attempt by another group had failed and put the hostages in jeopardy. That was always when Galaxy was called. When Blaze had done his research, he’d learned that the only reason the hostages were still alive was because the kidnappers needed them to make sure the ransom was paid. At first, it had sounded like a by-the-book rescue. Jim and Nita Rosen, one of America’s one-percenter couples with money to burn, had been kidnapped for ransom. Their daughter, Angela, afraid her parents would be killed if she called in the FBI, had paid it, but the jerkoffs had come back and asked for more.
When the first people she’d hired had botched the job, that was when she’d turned to Galaxy.
For the four highly trained former SEALs, this should have been a simple retrieval. Tapping into every source, they were unhappy to learn that the kidnappers were less than sophisticated. They were offshoots of a cartel whose leader was barely second tier and had big ideas about establishing himself. Kidnapping was his prime source of income while he built up enough of a bank to take on the big cartel chiefs. These people were the most dangerous kind, since they had oversized egos and small brains. The crew who worked for him came from the dregs, which meant things could easily go wrong.
Reaching out to all their contacts, they’d gotten the location where the Rosens were being held—an old warehouse just outside the little town of San Felipe. Only two guards were on duty at any one time, an indication of the kidnappers’ stupidity and arrogance. The one good thing was that the so-called brains behind this kidnapping only showed up once a day, about midday, to check on their victims. It certainly sounded like amateur hour to Galaxy, but sometimes those were the ones that went sideways.
After a drive-by to scope the place out and take pictures, the team planned the operation. They would breach the building, grab the Rosens and get the hell out of there in their borrowed van before the leader and the rest of the bad guys showed up for their daily visit.
‘Saint’ Francis, their official pilot, would be waiting for them at an extraction point with the helicopter.
“I’m pushing this baby as hard as it will go,” Matt ‘Viper’ Roman ground out.
The tension inside the van was so thick they could almost see it. Disaster was always waiting for them around the corner, but Scott ‘Blaze’ Hamilton knew if anyone could get them to the exfil point, it was Viper. No one could outdrive him.
“Damn it,” Blaze swore under his breath.
A previous rescue attempt by another group had failed and put the hostages in jeopardy. That was always when Galaxy was called. When Blaze had done his research, he’d learned that the only reason the hostages were still alive was because the kidnappers needed them to make sure the ransom was paid. At first, it had sounded like a by-the-book rescue. Jim and Nita Rosen, one of America’s one-percenter couples with money to burn, had been kidnapped for ransom. Their daughter, Angela, afraid her parents would be killed if she called in the FBI, had paid it, but the jerkoffs had come back and asked for more.
When the first people she’d hired had botched the job, that was when she’d turned to Galaxy.
For the four highly trained former SEALs, this should have been a simple retrieval. Tapping into every source, they were unhappy to learn that the kidnappers were less than sophisticated. They were offshoots of a cartel whose leader was barely second tier and had big ideas about establishing himself. Kidnapping was his prime source of income while he built up enough of a bank to take on the big cartel chiefs. These people were the most dangerous kind, since they had oversized egos and small brains. The crew who worked for him came from the dregs, which meant things could easily go wrong.
Reaching out to all their contacts, they’d gotten the location where the Rosens were being held—an old warehouse just outside the little town of San Felipe. Only two guards were on duty at any one time, an indication of the kidnappers’ stupidity and arrogance. The one good thing was that the so-called brains behind this kidnapping only showed up once a day, about midday, to check on their victims. It certainly sounded like amateur hour to Galaxy, but sometimes those were the ones that went sideways.
After a drive-by to scope the place out and take pictures, the team planned the operation. They would breach the building, grab the Rosens and get the hell out of there in their borrowed van before the leader and the rest of the bad guys showed up for their daily visit.
‘Saint’ Francis, their official pilot, would be waiting for them at an extraction point with the helicopter.
Easy peasy, right? Wrong. As they’d learned in the military, if something can go wrong it will. FUBAR. Fucked up beyond all repair.
Especially with kidnappers like these, who were not very smart. At first, it was smooth sailing. Only one vehicle, an old car, was parked by the warehouse. They knew from their source that this was the one driven by the two men left to guard the Rosens, so they were good to go. Using an infrared scanner, they were able to determine the location inside of the guards—away from the captives, sitting near the entrance to the warehouse. Breaching the door was kindergarten work for them, as was disposing of the guards before the two knew what was happening. They grabbed the Rosens and hustled them out to their waiting van. Just as ‘Viper’, their designated wheelman, cranked the engine, a car drove up to the warehouse. Three well-armed and unpleasant-looking men tumbled out, even before the vehicle had come to a stop. One looked to be in charge, pointing at the Galaxy van, and at once the others began shooting at them. They pulled out onto the road before the doors were even fully shut, but the other vehicle was after them at once. Blaze thought there must be a hell of a motor in that thing, because they barely got out to the road before the other vehicle was practically on their tail. Now they were racing down the two-lane road to the extraction spot with shots from the vehicle behind them peppering the van they were using. It pissed Blaze off that a cheap-ass operation like this one had managed to grab two high-value targets and get away with it. But even more, that best-of-the-best Galaxy was barely escaping a deadly showdown. “Fuck it all,” Viper cursed. “It’s true, you know,” Blaze reminded his partners. “The only easy day was yesterday.” “And today will be our last,” Rocket snapped at him, “if we let ourselves get beaten by these pieces of shit.” “Never fear. The Viper is here.” Viper was swerving back and forth to avoid the bullets as they sped down the road at a speed that would dry the spit in the mouth of most people. “Yeah?” Blaze shifted in his seat. “Well, get us the fuck out of here, then.”
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Charlie, the only non-witch in a family of witches, has resigned herself to the role of the black sheep who doesn’t fit in. She lives a normal, boring human life, interrupted only by the occasional family visit over the holidays.
But even a normal, boring human can run into a vampire. Hugo might just be the caring, protective, blood-drinking boyfriend Charlie never knew she needed, even if her family will disapprove.
Before Charlie and Hugo can even go on a proper date, Fae try to ruin Christmas, and Charlie finds herself confronted with her vampire boyfriend’s very hot Elven friend. The three of them will have to take a trip to Faerie to save Christmas before they can figure out who gets to kiss whom first.
But even a normal, boring human can run into a vampire. Hugo might just be the caring, protective, blood-drinking boyfriend Charlie never knew she needed, even if her family will disapprove.
Before Charlie and Hugo can even go on a proper date, Fae try to ruin Christmas, and Charlie finds herself confronted with her vampire boyfriend’s very hot Elven friend. The three of them will have to take a trip to Faerie to save Christmas before they can figure out who gets to kiss whom first.
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There is this saying about how, when you stare into the abyss, this handsome stranger shows up, slings you over his shoulder, and drags you down into that abyss. I'm pretty sure that's how the saying goes at any rate.
For writers, getting dragged down and under can happen so very easily when you find your muse and they turn out to be… well. His name is Valerian Smith, and he's a character with appetites. Strictly speaking, he isn't a muse, and I will probably pay for saying this. It's true, however, that Valerian inspired me to write the Fairview Chronicles, which contain handsome demons, errant cloud monsters, and horny office furniture, among other entertaining features.
Valerian likes to monopolize my mind, but I cannot write exclusively about that one person, no matter what a handsome hunk he may be. So I decided to expand my Fairview universe and set my sights on an entirely different city: New Elvenswood.
Unlike Fairview, New Elvenswood is less dark, less rainy, and I'm pretty sure that you are less likely to get murdered there.
"Charlie looked out the tram’s window. The November sky was hidden behind a lace-like veil of fog that gave the world a magical look. It pulled her mind toward fairy tales, toward Fair Folk on iridescent wings that made the holiday forests come to life with light and icy ornaments. Charlie looked away, looked down to the casserole of caramelized pears she had prepared for the Thanksgiving dinner. Magical. Though not for her." (Holiday Magic, Elvenswood Tales 1)
Of course people travel back and forth. Fairview's beloved and most murder accountant Chris studied law in New Elvenswood before he embraced Fairview's sleet and rain clouds. I expect the one or other character might attempt to relocate to New Elvenswood. After all, Elves are handsome creatures, and there are several living in New Elvenswood.
For me, Elvenswood Tales are an escape hatch. Valerian has a certain pull about him, and he doesn't like people trying to get away from him, certainly doesn't like it if they succeed. I'll be honest with you, Reader, that greedy attention whore is still around. He lingers. He works his way into underwear drawers and glossaries alike. Beware.
So, Reader, if I can give you one piece of advice, try Elvenswood Tales before you even consider heading to Fairview. There are too many things lurking there, and if I don't know if I'll ever be done finding new stories in that dark city, you don't want to get caught in the tales, you don't want to get sucked in and meet that horny desk with the hidden compartments.
But if I were Valerian, I would certainly dare you to explore those Fairview Chronicles, and I'd be smiling while I did it; do you dare, Reader?
For writers, getting dragged down and under can happen so very easily when you find your muse and they turn out to be… well. His name is Valerian Smith, and he's a character with appetites. Strictly speaking, he isn't a muse, and I will probably pay for saying this. It's true, however, that Valerian inspired me to write the Fairview Chronicles, which contain handsome demons, errant cloud monsters, and horny office furniture, among other entertaining features.
Valerian likes to monopolize my mind, but I cannot write exclusively about that one person, no matter what a handsome hunk he may be. So I decided to expand my Fairview universe and set my sights on an entirely different city: New Elvenswood.
Unlike Fairview, New Elvenswood is less dark, less rainy, and I'm pretty sure that you are less likely to get murdered there.
"Charlie looked out the tram’s window. The November sky was hidden behind a lace-like veil of fog that gave the world a magical look. It pulled her mind toward fairy tales, toward Fair Folk on iridescent wings that made the holiday forests come to life with light and icy ornaments. Charlie looked away, looked down to the casserole of caramelized pears she had prepared for the Thanksgiving dinner. Magical. Though not for her." (Holiday Magic, Elvenswood Tales 1)
Of course people travel back and forth. Fairview's beloved and most murder accountant Chris studied law in New Elvenswood before he embraced Fairview's sleet and rain clouds. I expect the one or other character might attempt to relocate to New Elvenswood. After all, Elves are handsome creatures, and there are several living in New Elvenswood.
For me, Elvenswood Tales are an escape hatch. Valerian has a certain pull about him, and he doesn't like people trying to get away from him, certainly doesn't like it if they succeed. I'll be honest with you, Reader, that greedy attention whore is still around. He lingers. He works his way into underwear drawers and glossaries alike. Beware.
So, Reader, if I can give you one piece of advice, try Elvenswood Tales before you even consider heading to Fairview. There are too many things lurking there, and if I don't know if I'll ever be done finding new stories in that dark city, you don't want to get caught in the tales, you don't want to get sucked in and meet that horny desk with the hidden compartments.
But if I were Valerian, I would certainly dare you to explore those Fairview Chronicles, and I'd be smiling while I did it; do you dare, Reader?
| Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. She loves writing series, and her Fairview Chronicles follow a ragtag gang of supernaturals who try to make their city safer. Mostly. Her second series, Dusk & Dawn, explores banter and the trappings of a world in which Vampires, Werewolves, and the Fae live alongside humans. Connect with Alexa on Facebook or Instagram, follow her on Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter! |  |
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 | In So Long Earth, Tom Burns, an environmental scientist, builds four spaceships, each with 1000 people searching for a new home in Alpha Centauri after he and his colleagues realize that Earth will not sustain life much longer. Environmental disasters are taking place all over the world. As a result, he begins to develop and carry out his plans to build four spaceships to leave Earth and find a new planet to live on in another galaxy by 2040. The Russians, Germans, and Australians also agree to build spaceships and join Tom, searching for a new home. Tom, his wife Sarah, naive son Sam, loyal second in command, Bob Jackson, and an amazing doctor Sato, |
along with his shipmates, must wrestle with many unanswered questions. Where will they find the experts to undertake such an endeavor? How will they sustain life on a spaceship for such a long journey that may last over 100 years? Will the Russians cooperate? How will they fund, build, and launch four giant spaceships at the same time? Most importantly, will they be able to save humanity?
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There have been many advances in technology since the last millennia. Just look at Thomas Edison, the wonderful deaf inventor, and the Wright brothers flying for the first time. I bet people thought they were crazy too when they decided to fly a plane. Yet, they succeeded. Their inventions led to generations of discoveries. Unfortunately, each positive invention seems to have an equally negative reaction that affects the environment. The number of positive results, which make our lives easier, seems to have an equal impact on destroying life. We could call our world Man builds, Man destroys.”
We may also be able to use some of the work by the late Stephen Hawking to fly the spacecraft. His work focused on moving a rather small spaceship via light beams. There are several other possibilities, of course. Still, so far, no scientist has developed a fuel to fly a spaceship this big at the desired speed. Another possibility is to build a Kugelblitz engine that will increase our chances of flying at warp speed through a black hole that the engine will create. This will enable interstellar travel. We still have to build a warp bubble around the ship to protect us as we travel at such speeds. This is going to take an extraordinary amount of research. We can’t be sure this will be ready before we leave. Unfortunately for Stephen Hawking, he acquired ALS and died from it.”
Tom thought, Certainly, by now, many people from different faiths, beliefs, and patterns of thinking welcome informed decisions and better warning systems even if climate changes were part of God’s plan and unavoidable. Humans had to meet the challenges. These decisions needed to acknowledge that they were based in fact and on predictions and warnings that have been thoroughly studied. People were to be held responsible for their own contributions to the changing climate and its impact on life on Earth.
We may also be able to use some of the work by the late Stephen Hawking to fly the spacecraft. His work focused on moving a rather small spaceship via light beams. There are several other possibilities, of course. Still, so far, no scientist has developed a fuel to fly a spaceship this big at the desired speed. Another possibility is to build a Kugelblitz engine that will increase our chances of flying at warp speed through a black hole that the engine will create. This will enable interstellar travel. We still have to build a warp bubble around the ship to protect us as we travel at such speeds. This is going to take an extraordinary amount of research. We can’t be sure this will be ready before we leave. Unfortunately for Stephen Hawking, he acquired ALS and died from it.”
Tom thought, Certainly, by now, many people from different faiths, beliefs, and patterns of thinking welcome informed decisions and better warning systems even if climate changes were part of God’s plan and unavoidable. Humans had to meet the challenges. These decisions needed to acknowledge that they were based in fact and on predictions and warnings that have been thoroughly studied. People were to be held responsible for their own contributions to the changing climate and its impact on life on Earth.
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