#8Sunday: Getting ready to meet their alien mates…

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The SS Australia, the ship ferrying female felons to Dakon, has landed, and the women are about to meet their new mates. We’re in the heroine’s POV (Starr Conner).

“The Dakonians have provided you with warm coats,” the coordinator said, “form a line, please and come up and get one.”

Grimacing, I accepted the coat, slinging the smelly thing over my arm, holding it away like it was a dead animal. Which it was.

“How do I look?” Tessa pivoted. The fur covered her from head to knees–only her hands, face, and a few strands of brunette hair were visible.

“Like an alien,” I said. In the fur, she was indistinguishable from the Dakonian in the orientation video I’d finally watched.

She mimicked horns with her index fingers pressed to her temples. “How about now?”

Book Description

I’m Starr Elizabeth Conner. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.

But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.

I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.

It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland.  Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?

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Backlist to the Future: Dementional by Tonya Cannariato #scifirom #B2F #TBT

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By Tonya Cannariato

I wrote this book as part of my second winning effort at NaNoWriMo in 2011. There had been news coverage at the time on the order of Chicken Little’s “the sky is falling” with the advent of the opening of the Large Hadron Collider in Cern, so my way of exploring what a disaster arrogant scientists could unwittingly create was to write this story. The science of my novel is dubious—how could any one man lose a Higgs Boson? But since Higgs Bosons have also been called “God particles,” are the mechanism for atoms to accrete mass, and I have long been interested in the intersection of the sub-atomic world and what enlightened people call Spirit, this seemed an ideal playground for churning out what to me at the time were a lot of words.

Since both of these topics are rather esoteric, it’s never surprised me that the novel hasn’t reached a wider audience, but I had a lot of fun letting my imagination run while I was writing it. And those few who are fans, are super-fans, claiming this is my best, most interesting work, and it really deserves a sequel. Or at least an answer to what happened to Petal. I’m still kicking those ideas around, though when I conceived of this story, I had meant for it to be a standalone.

Dementional blurb

Mark Inman has two loves: particle physics and Sarah. She agrees to become his wife at the same time his experiment to find the Higgs boson goes off the rails. Journey with Mark while his existence melts and reforms in unpredictable ways as the veils between realities thin. His exploration of the minutiae of quantum physics builds a fascinating tapestry of alternate universes. His search for survival, and the search for meaning and what is real, drive Mark as he experiences lives he never dreamed possible. His only touchstones: find Sarah and find his way home.

Book Excerpt

I started this adventure as a research scientist, carrying on where the Montauk experiments seemed to have failed; deep in the bowels of a remote naval station. The government didn’t want to risk civilian exposure a second time, given the proliferation of ghost stories, sightings, and conspiracy theories after that early experi­ment.

Even the Large Hadron Collider was deemed too public for this kind of research, so, with typical efficiency, some bureaucrat chose a random mountain in the Denali chain. My whole department got shifted to the 63rd latitude—after a few years of bickering and building. In the meantime, my research showed great promise. Focusing multiple lasers on a single point could give us access to alternate dimensions. We were now able to strengthen our defensive capacity without resorting to more offense. That was the theory, anyway.

I was happy enough to be doing something in line with my pacifist inclinations, though it was a lot to ask of Sarah to move out to the wilds of Alaska—even if we were within 100 miles of Anchorage, which had a population of a third of a million people. She took the request in stride, though, and decided her creative self would be satisfied by learning local crafts from the native population.

Life was good—or at least on something of a normal/expected track. I was young enough that when I asked her to marry me, I was all nerves and thumbs, but being on a government payroll and housed within government apartments, I had the extra cash to be able to be extravagant with my proposal. I felt lucky when she said yes.

It wasn’t long after her commitment, though, that my life started feeling like it was the storyline for a Twilight Zone episode. At first, I put down the missing papers and unexpected experiment results to distractions related to our wedding planning, but even Sarah started noticing a change in the atmosphere in the housing complex.

In hindsight, I suppose we were gullible to assume my superiors would resolve the situation—or even that it would be possible to close the Pandora’s Box we had opened with our early tests. But I was trained as a scientist, and had supreme faith in the scientific method. I still wonder if the team had had more people of faith—or even just naïveté—whether I would be on this dark path.

Richards, my boss, while always a methodical and brilliant man, was careful to keep us younger set away from anything that smacked of spirit—let alone a collaborative esprit de corps. His answer to ev­erything was competition and more layers of secrecy. I don’t think I know what any of the other members of the team were experiment­ing with in the same lab, let alone in the same complex. Maybe there were quantum entanglements we should have taken into ac­count in our calculations. But those thoughts don’t help me put my world back together, nor track down the rift I need to plug, to put me back where I belong.

Sarah was worried enough to ask whether we should postpone our nuptials, but I didn’t want to wait. She might still change her mind. She was that supportive, loving, once-in-a-lifetime mate for me, and I wanted the world to know it. So on a bright June morning, true to all wedding clichés, we exchanged our vows in a small local church in front of a handful of colleagues and friends. We planned a visit back to the DC area to give our parents, who were older anyway, a chance to show us off. Being only children, we decided to be selfish and keep the main ceremony small and private. Without the weight of extra eyes, I was more comfortable sharing my awe at Sarah’s agreement to join her life with mine.

As it turned out, I wish they could have been there, because while the ceremony was beautiful, something about the collection of colleagues assembled started the sub-atomic changes that are pushing me further and further from my birth dimension. I never got a chance to see them once I was wed.

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A voracious reader since she was a toddler, and an ordained spiritualist, Tonya Cannariato has now presided over the marriage of her love of reading and her love of writing. She’s lived a nomadic life, following first her parents in their Foreign Service career through Africa, Europe, and Asia, and then her own nose criss-crossing America as she’s gotten old enough to make those choices for herself. She’s currently based in the Washington, DC suburbs with her four loves: her husband and three Siberian Huskies. She suspects her Huskies of mystical alchemy with their joyous liberation of her muse and other magical beings for her inspiration. She loves to sleep, to watch her interesting dreams, some of which are now finding new life in written form.

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Pros and cons of #ScifiRom characters: #alien, #clone, #cyborg, #AI

If you’re writing futuristic sci-fi romance you have several “species” options for your characters: human, cyborg, alien, clone, and android/artificial intelligence (AI).

From what I’ve read, artificial intelligence and/or androids are rarely used as main characters only because no matter how smart or “personable” they seem to be, they are still machines and nobody wants to fall in love with a machine. But as secondary characters, they work well. Veronica Scott’s Maeve, the ship’s AI unit in her Sector’s series is a great character. You never see her, but she makes her presence known.

People can pretend to be androids. In Mated with the Cyborg, cyborg Kai Andros goes undercover as an android on a terrorist’s space station—and falls in love with the terrorist’s daughter. In Jenna Ives’s Programmed to Please, one of my all-time favorite sci-fi romances, a woman goes undercover as a sexbot to bring down an arms dealer. She’s a woman trying to act like robot trying to act like a woman. Well done!

Clone heroes and heroines are not that common in sci-fi romance. I think the limitation is the flexibility. Being that clones are a “carbon copy” of someone’s else’s DNA pretty much directs the story line. But if that’s the way you want to go, you can write some compelling sci-fi romance. Two that I enjoyed were Newborn by Ed Hoorneart and Made for Her by Jessica Subject. In the latter, a woman trains a fighter squadron of clones, only to have a clone of her dead husband show up as one of her rookies.

Cyborgs. I fell in love with cyborgs when I read Eve Langlais’s C791 and it inspired me to write my own, the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series about secret agent cyborgs fighting to “save the girl and the galaxy one mission at a time.” Cyborgs, which are enhanced human beings are the ultimate alpha males. They have the brawn and the brains.

Humans in sci-fi can be “ordinary” or they can have special abilities due to the advancement of sci-fi “pseudo science.” They can have implants that give them special capabilities; they can be genetically engineered or chemically altered.

Last but not least: aliens. These characters offer the greatest flexibility for an author, because they can be anything you want them to be. You have the greatest freedom with villains and secondary characters. The hero and heroine pretty much have to be humanoid to appeal to readers, but even then you can be creative and give them special characteristics, traits, and/or abilities. I have aliens in all my science fiction romances, even the cyborg ones. They’re pretty much the staples of the SFR genre.

Did I omit any other sci-fi characters?

What’s your favorite type of SFR character?

I’m Starr Elizabeth Conner. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.

But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.

I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.

It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland.  Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?

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What an angry rabbit teaches about ‘show-don’t-tell’…#writetip

Author Selenia Illyria shared this Tumbler post on Instagram:

When I saw this, I laughed so hard I cried, and I “regranned” it.

Then I analyzed why it was so funny. The individual who originally posted this informs us her cat caught the rabbit, and the rabbit appears to be angry.

That’s worth a smile. However, someone else wrote a caption to the photo from the rabbit’s point of view, providing internal dialogue. Match that with the rabbit’s scowl, and it’s funnier than hell. We know the rabbit is pissed–without the caption writer ever once saying “the rabbit is angry.” The rabbit’s choice of words shows it.

The showing, not the telling, is what made it funny.

♥  ♥  ♥

Want to know what else is funny? Alien Mate. My soon-to-be released, sexy, funny “mail order bride” sci-fi romance.

I’m Starr Elizabeth Conner. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.

But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.

I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.

It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland.  Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?

Don’t miss this sexy, suspenseful sci-fi romance–preorder your copy of Alien Mate today!

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#8Sunday: From Alien Mate…horns and fur???

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In this scene from Alien Mate, Starr O’Connor is on a ship full of female felons, headed to an alien planet to become a ‘net order bride. In this scene Starr asks her friends if they know what the aliens look like. First line is Starr’s, second is her friend Andrea.

“You never ran across a single still or vid that showed what they look like?”

“Not a good one,” she said. “There was a still in the orientation vid.”

“You couldn’t see much because of the fur,” Tessa piped up.

“Fur? Good mythological gods, they’re furry?” Horns and fur?

Tessa and Andrea laughed. “No, they were wearing fur garments with hoods, so you couldn’t see their faces clearly,” Tessa said. “Just a chin and a nose.”

Alien Mate Description

Not only did my Earth government fail to protect me from the syndicate that wants me dead, they convicted me of a crime and packed me onto a ship with other female felons and sent me to a frozen primitive wasteland of a planet to become an alien’s mate. Earth needs Dakon’s minerals; Dakon is desperate for females after a catastrophe killed them off. As soon as my appeal comes, I’m outta here. I have no desire to be some barbarian’s “mail order bride,” even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. Besides, he doesn’t want me either. His disappointment is written all over his chiseled alien face. His people are desperate for women, and he doesn’t like me? Well, fine! Mr. Law-and-Order would be more than disappointed if he learned what my crime was. He’d banish me into the wilderness, because that’s what they do to lawbreakers on Dakon. To stay safe, I’ll keep quiet and make the best of things until I can get back to Earth. There’s no chance I’ll fall in love with Mr. Hard-Bodied Alien and want to stay on Dakon. No way.

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Alien Mate available for PREORDER now! Science fiction “mail order” bride romance

I’m Starr Elizabeth Conner. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.

But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.

I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.

It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland.  Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?

Don’t miss this sexy, suspenseful sci-fi romance–get your copy of Alien Mate today!

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Backlist to the Future: Ghost Planet by Sharon Fisher #scifirom #SFR #alien #ghost

Backlist to the Future is a weekly Thursday feature highlighting science fiction romances from authors’ backlists.

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By Sharon Fisher

In hindsight, GHOST PLANET was a miracle book. Honestly when I look back now, it seems astonishing it was ever published. (This was back before indie publishing was a thing, you know, eons ago.)

First of all, I was deep in undiagnosed postpartum depression at the time I wrote it (2008). In a way, it saved me. Postpartum is not rational, and despite the fact I had a beautiful little baby, it was the writing of this book that really kept me engaged with life during those hard months. I’m an introvert, and I think the book helped me maintain my connection with myself during that period when I had another creature depending on me.

Second, I wrote the book (originally nearly 100K words) in just 8 weeks, a feat I’ve never managed to repeat. This despite the fact I’d only completed one full-length novel up to that point. Like I said, it was keeping me going.

Third, I went through two agents, a round of submissions, and several rounds of major revisions over the course of the following year. The final revision—requested by an agent who inherited me after my first agent suddenly left—involved starting with a blank document. That agent helped me tremendously, but just wasn’t feeling the story even after the rewrite, so I started looking for another one.

And found one! But like many sci-fi romance authors, we kept hearing from editors, “no market for this,” “too much romance, not enough sci-fi,” “too much sci-fi, not enough romance,” and so on. In the end we got lucky with a Tor editor who was just as nerdy as me and happened to love my voice.

So GHOST PLANET was published, and went on to be nominated for an RWA RITA Award for best first book, and was selected by Felicia Day’s book club. And just last year we got rights reverted and indie published for a much lower price.

Ghost Planet blurb

A world in peril. A bond deeper than love.

Psychologist Elizabeth Cole prepared for the worst when she accepted a job on a newly discovered world—a world where every colonist is tethered to an alien who manifests in the form of a dead loved one. But she never expected she’d struggle with the requirement to shun these “ghosts.” She never expected to be so attracted to the charming Irishman assigned as her supervisor. And she certainly never expected to discover she died in a transport crash en route to the planet.

Reincarnated as a ghost, Elizabeth is symbiotically linked to her supervisor, Murphy—creator of the Ghost Protocol, which forbids him to acknowledge or interact with her. Confused and alone—oppressed by her ghost status and tormented by forbidden love—Elizabeth works to unlock the secrets of her own existence.

But her quest for answers lands her in a tug-of-war between powerful interests, and she soon finds herself a pawn in the struggle for control of the planet…a struggle that could separate her forever from the man that she loves.

Book Excerpt

The New Seattle Counseling Center was several times the size of the modular, nearly identical structures lining the streets. These uniform buildings were what had earned the Ardagh 1 colonies the nickname “cities in a box”—the materials arrived on huge container transports, ready for assembly, and they went up almost overnight. The counseling center was the first building I’d seen constructed of what looked like local materials: massive wood beams still fragrant from cutting, and rounded river stones in every imaginable shade of gray and brown.

We trotted up half a dozen steps and were passing through the glass doors when Murphy said, “We’ll be scanned by security just inside. I hate them being here, raising people’s anxiety level in a place where we want them to feel safe. But all new arrivals pass through here, and someone decided it was a good idea.”

Thinking about the illicit-substance-and-weapons scans in all the airports and public buildings back home, I raised my eyebrows. “What’s it for?”

“To get a sort of fingerprint on everyone,” he explained, walking through the doorframe-shaped scanner. “Just to make sure we know who’s who. They can’t do it at the transport terminal because no one has ghosts when they first arrive.”

I followed him through the scanner, and a long beep sounded somewhere off to my left as I joined him inside. Murphy’s head jerked toward the sound. His eyes moved to the glass doors we’d just come through, and slowly back to me. He glanced at the security desk on our right.

“Where is it?” Murphy called to the guard, whose fingers were flying over his keyboard. The guard’s ghost leaned against the wall behind him, little more than a shadow.

The man stopped typing and looked up. “I’m sorry, Dr. Murphy?”

“I heard the alert go off, but I don’t see her. My ghost, Simon,” Murphy added, growing impatient. “Do you see her?”

The guard blinked at him a couple times. Then he cleared his throat. “She’s standing right next to you, Dr. Murphy.”

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Author bio

An RWA RITA Award finalist and a three-time Golden Heart Award finalist, Sharon Lynn Fisher writes stories for the geeky at heart—meaty mash-ups of sci-fi, fantasy, suspense, and romance, with no apology for the latter. She lives where it rains nine months of the year, and she has a strange obsession with gingers (down to her freaky orange cat).

Sharon has always loved speculative romance, and here’s why (from an interview for the USA Today Happy Ever After blog):

“What I love best, as both a reader and writer, is to follow a heroine and hero to a place where the rules are different, stakes are high, and every plot twist triggers a fresh sense of wonder.”

Sharon’s works include Ghost Planet, The Ophelia Prophecy, Echo 8, and Before She Wakes.

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Why be positive? Why I started daily #Motivation memes

Monday through Friday on Facebook, I post a daily “Motivation,” a positive, inspirational message. Many people have responded to it “positively,” and I get quite a few thank yous and shares. I’m happy when a message I’ve posted helps somebody, but in truth, I started it to help myself.

I started the memes last fall when my mother was having some serious health issues. She was hospitalized three times and spent three months in a skilled nursing home. Just when she got one problem licked, something else would occur. Besides the worry, managing her affairs in her absence while trying to do all my normal stuff stressed me out. She is home now and doing exceptionally well. Far, far better than I ever thought she would. It happened in the nick of time, because I was about to crack.

Because I’m an author, I’m on Facebook a lot. I have more than 2,500 “friends,” which is way more than what anybody has in “real life.” I probably see hundreds of posts in a day. Due to sheer numbers, Facebook is a magnifier. In real life, I might know one or two people facing hard times. On Facebook, there are dozens, scores, every single day. Somebody–multiple somebodies–is always being diagnosed with a serious health condition, or has a loved one die, or has a sick kid, or lost a job. And they post about it–as I did about my mother. They need to vent, they need the support. But it means I hear bad news daily. Day after day.

At the same time that my mother was ill, the election was occurring, and you know how much negativity that generated (and continues to generate), which was increased by the Facebook multiplier of multitudes expressing their opinions and attacking those who disagreed with their position.

Add to that, all the normal complaints, bitching, snark, resentments. Once I’d posted that I’d had a good hair day. Someone made a comment to the effect of “how lucky you are to have hair when mine is falling out.” Really? Really? Do you have to rain on my good hair day?

Because of what was occurring in my personal life, I felt the effects of the negativity acutely. Another time, it would have rolled off, but during that period it added to my stress. I decided to counteract the negative with some positive. For years, I’d been collecting inspiring and motivating quotes on Pinterest, and I started posting those. Initially, I started with the ones that were personally meaningful, but as friends responded, I started including memes that I thought would resonate with them.

It’s so easy to be negative. So easy to complain, to make a snarky comment. Being positive, being a cheerleader is much harder. Some people are dealing with terrible tragedies and hardship. Some get way more than their fair share of shit. Their problems are real, and no happy saying will fix things for them. But most of the stuff we complain about isn’t that serious in the long run. I’m not perfect; I do my share of complaining, but I since I started the meme, I’m more conscious of what I put out there. I want to avoid contributing to the negativity.

So I post my memes and try not react to the negativity I see.

I’m a little tiny fish swimming upstream.

♥  ♥  ♥

I’m Starr Elizabeth Connor. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.

But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.

I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.

It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland.  Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?

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Spotlight on Undercover Daddy by Katherine Deane

Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than to live up to her father’s legacy on the police force, but when she bungles a major drug bust she ends up placed on administrative leave. Her chance to redeem herself comes in the form of an assignment working alongside Sergeant Connor Doyle, her father’s former partner and protégé.

Some of the contestants in a kink-themed charity pageant have been receiving ominous messages, and Connor and Alex have been tasked with going undercover at the event. He will be her daddy dom, and they will need to do whatever is necessary to play the part convincingly.

Connor jumps at the opportunity to take Alex in hand, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But when the punishment is over she is left aching for his touch, and before she knows it she is writhing in ecstasy as her stern, sexy daddy brings her to a shattering climax over his knee.

Alex and Connor find themselves slipping naturally into their roles as their investigation gets underway, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a dominant man makes love to a woman, their passion is more intense than she ever thought possible. But when the mission puts both of their lives at risk, will their newfound romance survive?

Publisher’s Note: Undercover Daddy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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An excerpt from Undercover Daddy

He pulled out and caught her with his right hand before she fell head first into the chair, scooped her up and held her small, still shaking body firmly against his chest. She sobbed, spent, and curled into him.

Oh shit, he’d broken her. Goddamn it, he had pushed too far. He should have known she wouldn’t safe word out, and now he’d just fucked up in the worst way possible. “Pip?” He didn’t know what to say. He should have the shit kicked out of him for doing this. Holy fuck. What was he supposed to do now? “Dammit, Pip, talk to me.”

“Mmm. Shut up.” Her glazed eyes and soft smile met his, and she looked sweeter and more satiated than ever before as she nuzzled into his chest. “You did good. Real good. But your aftercare is kind of sucking right now. Would you mind stroking my back a little and not talking again for a bit?”

He nodded and barked a relieved laugh, and pulled her in for a kiss to the forehead before holding her tightly again. She pulled his hand to her back and started making him do circles. Okay, he could do that.

Katherine Deane Bio:

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

You can catch up with her at:

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Email – Katherinedeane40@gmail.com

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The official, final blurb for ALIEN MATE #scifirom #MailOrderBride #SFR

Preorder: VERY soon |  Release: April

Here it is, folks. The final, official blurb for Alien Mate!

I’m Starr Elizabeth Connor. Earth’s government falsely convicted me of a crime, packed me on a ship with other female felons, and sent us to Dakon, a primitive, frozen wasteland of a planet. Why? Earth needs minerals, and Dakon is desperate for females.

But I’m no barbarian’s ‘mail order bride,’ even if he is super tall, muscular, and the chief of his tribe. He doesn’t want a BBW blonde, either–it’s written all over his chiseled face. He’ll be truly angry if he ever learns what my ‘crime’ was.

I am Torg. I have waited 34 rotations for a mate of my own. With this shipment, I was sure to get a fine, sturdy mate who’ll bear me many daughters. Instead, I receive a small, curvy, pale-haired female who looks at me with anger and fear.

It is only when we ‘kiss’ that I believe things may work out between us. But I’m hearing rumors that Starr and her shipmates are law-breakers. To survive, Dakonians must obey all laws … or be exiled into the frozen wasteland.  Just when I have found her, will I have to send my mate to die?

Don’t miss this sexy, suspenseful sci fi romance–sign up to get notified of the preorder and release. You can read chapter one now: http://hyperurl.co/ReadAlienMate

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