Freebie Friday secret prize & drawing winner announcement…#giveaway

The surprise secret prize in the August Freebie Friday drawing is an autographed Alien Mate spiral bound notebook!

The winner will also receive a $10 Amazon gift card.

So who won? Drum roll, please….

Jocelyn R. Rodgers

She was selected by random draw on random.org.

Freebie Friday is held the fourth Friday of the month. The next one will be September 28. Thank you everyone who entered the drawing. I enjoyed reading your comments about bad boy heroes!

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What do you think of ‘Bad Boy’ heroes? Enter to win a $10 gift card & a “secret” prize

It’s Freebie Friday — the monthly prize drawing that lasts all weekend! This month, I’ve giving away a $10 Amazon gift card AND a secret prize valued at $10 for a total prize value of $20.

Like all my Freebie Friday prize giveaways, there’s NO signup to enter. You won’t end up on another email list by entering the drawing. To enter, all you have to do is answer a question, and bingo! You’re entered.  Hurry! The deadline to enter is Sunday night, Aug. 26. The winner will be chosen (by random drawing) and notified by Monday, Aug. 27.

The fine print: The winner will have 3 days from the time of notification to respond and claim the prize before the prize will be forfeited and awarded to another person. (I’ve had some problems with winners not claiming their prizes, so I’m putting a deadline on it).

Ready to enter? Read the following blurb & excerpt to Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3) and then answer the question at the end. Remember to leave your email address either in the sign-in box or in the comments. I don’t do anything with blog emails. Your email will be only be used to contact you if you win.

Alien Intention story blurb

Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…
I’m Stormy Weathers. My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other. I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail-order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…

I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my good intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…

An excerpt from Alien Intention…

Holy alien hotness. I couldn’t stop staring at the brooding Dakonian. Leaning against the wall apart from the others, he didn’t mingle and jostle with the rest. Dark, nearly black, waist-length hair swept back from a widow’s peak to reveal pronounced dark-brown, leathery horns. He caught me looking at him, and they pulsed!

He stood, literally and figuratively, horns above the others; he was one of the tallest men in the room and the sexiest. A buckskin-like tunic stretched across a broad chest and rippling abs before blending into leggings of the same material to mold long, powerful thighs. The beads and shells fringing the hem of his tunic would have looked silly on other men but, on him, heightened his masculinity, his alienness. It was like he’d wanted to look his best and had dressed up for the occasion—which none of the others had bothered to. Or maybe the adornment signified some special status? Maybe he was a like a tribe leader or something?

“You don’t want Romando, trust me. You came here for a fresh start, remember?” My sister had warned me off him when she noticed my interest.

Romando. A romantic, manly name. And those eyes! They were so brooding, so mysterious. My stomach fluttered.

Sunny meant well, but she and I didn’t go for the same type. She preferred quiet, shy, nice guys. Boring. I had to give her credit this time. She’d done okay with Darq. He had that alien sex appeal going on, although, again, he struck me as sweet. If you brought an alien home to meet Mom and Dad, Darq would be the one they would approve of.

Romando would have gotten me grounded. He was seven-and-a-half feet of alien attitude, captured in an I-don’t-give-a-damn shrug.

Yeah, yeah, I came here to make better choices, but was Romando such a bad one? Weren’t all the Dakonians supposed to be good guys? Loyal, appreciative, family oriented?

I snuck another peek. Oh baby. I fanned my hot face with one hand and clutched Devon’s with the other. The moment Romando and I made eye contact, my body felt as if it could melt into a puddle of goo. Standing apart from the others, he had an aura of confidence, like he would do whatever he wanted no matter what anybody else thought. He did things his way. Cue Frank Sinatra.

Oh please, pick me. According to my sister and the head alien, Enoki, the men did the choosing. How traditional. How quaint. How…frustrating!

I sought Romando’s gaze, gave a little wave, and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but his eyes smoldered like two hot coals. His horns pulsed. Yep, those babies were throbbing.

I’d screwed up in the past, had gotten involved with the wrong sort of man, but you had to kiss some frogs before you found your prince, right? I’d always believed soul mates existed, that we were all one half of a pair. I’d mistakenly thought I’d met my true love before, but Romando was the real deal. I could feel it. Chemistry this intense couldn’t be wrong.

“If a man does not meet with your approval, you may refuse him, and he will pick somebody else,” Enoki said.

My sister elbowed Darq, who whispered to a man while gesturing to me. I had a bad feeling they were playing matchmaker.

“Mom, what’s happening now?” Devon whispered.

“We’re going to meet Mom’s alien,” I murmured and squeezed his hand.

“I thought we were going to live with Aunt Sunny,” he said.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I replied. The man Darq had spoken to glanced our way and smiled. He had an open, friendly face.

Nice. Cute.

Not my type.

“We’ll be able to visit with Aunt Sunny and Uncle Darq often, but we may be living someplace else,” I said to Devon.

“Where is that?”

“I don’t know yet,” I murmured. “Shh. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“Are we all ready?” Enoki asked.

“Yes!” I shouted with the other women.

For a chance to win the $10 Amazon gift card prize and a “surprise,” answer one of these questions:

  1. Should Stormy follow her heart (and hormones) and go with Romando? Why or why not?
  2. Why do you think women are attracted to “bad boys?” What makes them so appealing?
  3. What do you think qualifies as guy as  a “bad boy?”
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On Sale! Alien Attraction is 40% off on Kobo Aug. 23-27 #SFR #BookSale

Alien Attraction (Alien Mate 2) is on sale for 40% off for a limited time on Kobo. The discount will be applied at checkout. Use promo code 40Aug.

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How insane is it to marry an alien as a publicity stunt?

I’m Sunny Weathers. You probably recognize me from my reality show, Sunny Weathers’ Excellent Adventures. I’ve had to perform a lot of crazy stunts in my career, but this one takes the cake! The producers are sending me to another planet to become an alien’s mail-order bride. I’m not allowed to tell anybody it’s a put-on, and as soon my contract is up, I’ll be leaving planet Dakon. Unfortunately, I hadn’t counted on my attraction to Mr. Tall, “Darq,” and Handsome…

I’m Darq. The moment I laid eyes on the female with pretty mud-colored hair and a sunny smile, I knew she was mine. Competition for females is fierce, and I was determined to claim a mate from the latest shipment from Earth, so I broke the rules. If anyone finds out, my own brother will banish me to the icy wilderness, and I’ll lose my mate. I will do anything to keep her…

Alien Attraction is a standalone read in the Alien Mate series. You do not have to have read book 1 to enjoy it.

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An alien meets his mate–but there’s one little problem…an excerpt from Alien Intention

The Earth women have arrived, and the Dakonian men are getting ready to choose their mates. Romando spots his right away…

A female entered the lodge.

“Obah! Obah!” I cheered with the rest. Another entered. And another. We celebrated each arrival, their presence representing a brighter future for our planet. It didn’t matter what female I got. Any one would suit my needs.

Then she entered, and the hand of Fate shot out to punch me in the chest. Heat suffused me from head to toe as a primal need coursed through my blood. My horns began to swell and throb, and my loins tightened.

She was so lovely. Tall compared to the others of her race, but delicate and tiny by our standards. I wanted to scoop her up, cosset and protect her from the harshness of our life and climate. Despite her fragility, she had full, ample curves even her ugly, bulky Terran attire couldn’t disguise. My horns and loins ached.

Now I understood why I’d lost my chit; the Fates had meant for me to wait for her.

Mine. She is mine. A growl, unbidden and unexpected, erupted from my throat. Several men glanced in my direction, and I coughed into my hand. I’d never reacted this way to a female before; of course, Dakon had so few, my contact was infrequent at best.

She glanced around as if searching for someone. Did she sense me? Was she looking for me?

Here! I’m here! I pushed off from the wall, ready to introduce myself, to ask her that all-important question and claim her.

And then reality hit me—I didn’t get to choose. Ninety-nine men would have to pass her over for me to claim her. Panic beat a frantic rhythm in my chest.

More females charged into the lodge, but I had eyes only for her. I’m over here. I willed her to look at me, but she glanced downward, and then I noticed the wide-eyed kit clutching her hand. He strongly resembled her. She had a son! Small now, he would grow tall, strong, and stout. I didn’t just have a mate—I had a family. The Fates had indeed blessed me.

But, what if someone else claimed her before the end? Who could resist a female of such loveliness who came with a child?

A piercing screech sliced through me like a dagger. “Stormee!” screamed Sunny, Darq’s loud-mouthed termagant.

“Sunnee!!” my mate squealed.

Oh Fates, no.

They threw themselves at each other, jumping and hugging. Now I could see a resemblance in their features. My female was the termagant’s…sister?

The Fates couldn’t be that cruel.

Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3) story blurb

Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…
I’m Stormy Weathers. My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other. I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail-order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…

I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my good intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…

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DARAK: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides now available for preorder!

Darak the first book of my new series, Dakonian Mail Order Brides, is now available for preorder. Reserve your copy at your favorite online bookseller.

Amazon | iBooks | Kobo | Barnes & Noble

(GooglePlay coming soon)

Revenge is best served sweet with a hot, horned alien

Free-spirited pastry chef Lexi Sutterman has discovered that true love is pie in the sky. The only thing more difficult than finding an Earth man willing to commit is pleasing her wealthy, hypercritical family who view her as a failure. So she’s given up on both, focusing her energy on her new bakery. Now that her uber successful little sister manages to nab a well-heeled fiancé, Lexi fights back by joining the Intergalactic Dating Agency. She plans to bring a huge, purple, tentacled alien as her plus-one to the wedding.

Darak of planet Dakon isn’t purple or tentacled—he’s just seven feet of horned alien hotness. To get a woman on his world, a guy has to literally win the lottery. Tired of waiting for the Fates to send him a female, he joins the dating service to meet a nice Earth girl to call his own. He recognizes Lexi as his true mate, but realizes convincing her they’re meant to be together forever and not just a weekend will be no cake walk.

When a sweet-tart pastry chef and a horned alien hottie fall in love, everyone might get their just desserts.

*  * * *

The Dakonion Mail Order Brides series is a spinoff from my Alien Mate series. In the Alien Mate romances, women go to planet Dakon as mail order brides. In this new series, the Dakonians come to Earth through the Intergalactic Dating Agency. Three books will be released in the fall at two week intervals: Darak, October 5; Aton, October 22; and Caid, November 5.

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What’s an alien to do when he gets stuck with the wrong female?

 

Stormy Weathers and Romando have instant chemistry; they’re supposed to end up together. But…due to some plotting by a rival, Romando ends up with Cyndra. Can he gt back the woman he’s supposed to have? In this excerpted scene from Alien Intention, Romando and Cyndra are on their way to his camp. We’re in Romando’s POV:

“You have a lot of bags,” I noted.

“Not enough,” she replied. “I still couldn’t bring everything I needed. They limited us to one bag each, but I sneaked a few extra aboard anyway. I figured, what they can do, jettison them into space? Not likely.”

I hefted two over one shoulder and two over the other, leaving the fifth and smallest one for her. I motioned with my head. “We must hurry and get to camp before nightfall.” Already cold, the temperature would plummet when the sun faded.

She swiveled her head. “Where’s our vehicle?”

“We don’t have one. We walk.”

“In the snow?” Her jaw dropped. “How far?”

“The camp is about a tripta and a half away.”

“A tripta is…”

“The distance a man walking at a steady speed can cover in an hour.” I scanned the sky. Clear. The storm that had pummeled us over the past few days had moved on, but our mercurial weather could change in an instant. We had adapted to inclement conditions, but only a numchuk would travel in a blizzard. If a storm moved in, the prudent thing to do was find shelter.

“That’s an hour-and-a-half walk! Stormy rode on a machine. Why can’t we?”

“Because we don’t have enough skimmers for everyone.”

She glanced at her feet. “It will ruin my designer shoes.”

I followed her gaze downward. Her boots covered her to the knee, but nothing else about them seemed appropriate. The thin leather offered scant insulation against wetness and cold, and the spike at the heel tipped her forward onto pointed toes. She’d be flat on her face in minutes—if she lasted that long. I contemplated her in the snow and rubbed my mouth to cover a grin of amusement. “When we arrive at camp, we’ll trade those shoes for some kel boots.”

“That’s that animal?” She sniffed like she smelled something bad. “I don’t think so.”

I saw scant difference between her footwear, obviously cobbled from animal hide, and our kel footwear, other than hers was inadequate and ours would keep her feet warm and dry and allow her to walk in the snow. “Have it your way. We need to leave now.” I set off.

“Uh, excuse me?”

I halted and peered back.

“What about my other case?” She pointed to the small bag at her feet.

“I have four.” Her bags felt as if they were weighted with illuvian ore. “You can carry that one.”

She huffed.

“Or you can leave it.” I shrugged.

She snorted like the kel do when they’re annoyed, but grabbed the bag. My breath fogged the cold air as I stomped along the trail. We’d wasted a lot of time. By now, Vondan would have arrived in camp with Stormy, the female who might have been mine if I hadn’t been so stubborn.

“Wait for me!” Cyndra’s screech could have stampeded a herd of kel. With tottering baby steps, she picked her way toward me. At this rate, we wouldn’t reach camp until well after nightfall. She hadn’t covered more than a dozen steps when her feet shot out from under her. With a scream, she landed on her shapeless buttocks in the snow, her case a few lengths away.

“Are you all right?” I hauled her to her feet and brushed her off. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not all right! My Birkin is getting wet!” She waved so frantically, I feared she would fall again.

“Your what?”

“Birkin! Birkin!” She pointed at the half-buried case.

I handed it to her. She wiped it off and cradled it to her chest.

“I guess you’re not hurt,” I observed.

“How would you know?”

“You’re worried about your bag. Let’s go.” I glanced at the sky and then at her.

She tottered a couple of steps then skidded and would have fallen if I hadn’t grabbed her arm. I tossed two bags aside so I could pick her up. “I’ll carry you.”

“What about my luggage?”

“We’ll come back for it tomorrow.”

“You can’t leave them here!”

“Are they Birkins, too?”

“No, but they’re still expensive, and all my good shoes and jewelry are in those two bags.”

“Are the shoes anything like the ones you’re wearing now?”

“Yes.”

“They’re not that good,” I said.

She scowled. “I’m not leaving them.”

“I can store them in the lodge.” We hadn’t made much progress; I could dash back, dump the bags, and be back in less than half the time it had taken us to get this far.

“No.”

At this rate, we wouldn’t even get to camp by morning.

I piled the bags, one on the other. “Sit.” I patted the top.

“What for?” she asked, but she sank onto the makeshift bench.

I shrugged off the other two bags I carried, lifted her left ankle, and snapped the spike off her shoe. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth moved, but no sound came out. Before she could say anything, I fixed the other boot.

She found her voice. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” Her outrage scared a flock of roosting phea, and they squawked into the sky. “You-you Neanderthal! Do you have any idea what these boots cost? You ruined them!”

“Better the footwear than your ankles.”

How can Romando and Stormy overcome this obstacle and get together the way they’re supposed to be? Find out in Alien Intention, available from your favorite online bookseller.

Alien Intention Description

Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…

I’m Stormy Weathers. My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other. I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail-order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…

I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my good intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…

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11 things you need to know about being an indie author #indieauthors #publishing

If you’re an indie author/publisher, you are a small business. Maybe a really small business of one, but still a business. In a recent USA Today article, Rhonda Abrams outlined 11 secrets of success for small businesses. Abrams is a small publisher herself, but her article focused on small business in general. I’d like to turn it back around to publishing because her tips make great sense for indies.

1. “Have a pretty good idea of what you’re getting into before you start.”

Many aspiring authors see established authors making a go of it and think “I can do that,” and jump in before they have any idea what they’re getting into. Writing is a creative endeavor, but publishing (whether you go the traditional route or become a indie publisher) is a business, and you have to treat it as business if you expect to sell books and/or earn a living at writing. There will be tasks you will like, and tasks you will dislike. You have to do both. Sales, marketing, and promotion is part of business. Fact: Books do not sell themselves. Fact: Publishing is a marathon, not a sprint. It will take you multiple books and multiple years to reach the point where you can “earn a living” at being an author.

2. “Line up customers before you open your doors.”

This dovetails with what I’ve always said: the time to market your book is before the book is published—and this is true even if your book isn’t written yet. If you throw your book out there before you’ve made connections with potential readers, you are behind the curve. You should market yourself, your book, and your brand before you publish. Get to know people; let them get to know you. Build your social media following, network, make friends. You need people to know your name before your book is released.

3. “Line up as much money as you can.”

In the early years, for the first few books, you will be spending more than you take in. You will have editing, artwork, formatting, general business expenses (internet, newsletter costs), advertising and promotion costs. The expenses aren’t huge like buying a McDonald’s franchise, but if you’re only scraping by now, you are probably not going to be able to afford to publish your book and make it a success. You will probably need to keep your day job for a while.

4. “Be frugal.”

You can lose a lot of money on things that don’t work or that deliver little or no results. Don’t cheap out on quality, but know that there is vast range in the cost of services, and the most expensive isn’t necessarily the best. Shop around. I’ve spent as little as $75 for a custom book cover and as much as $150—and got the same thing! Editors also charge vastly different rates. Look for no-cost, low-cost ways to promote your books, rather than spending big money on advertising. Consider the ROI before you spend.

5. “Adapt.”

Publishing and the book market will change. No maybe, it will. You have to be flexible and be willing to change course and roll with the punches. You can find something that works and be truckin’ along and then sudden it stops working. Hot genres go cold, and readers move on to new things. There will be ups and downs. The greater your flexibility, the better you’ll do.

6. “Keep your customers.”

Many authors focus on acquiring new readers (and you do need to do that), but then forget about them once they have them. Show your appreciation to your existing readers. Talk to them, offer them special discounts, hold special prize drawings. Build your relationship with them.

7. “Hire good employees.”

Good employees make you look good. As an indie publisher, you probably won’t have “employees,” but you will have a contract labor team of editors, book cover designers, formatters, possibly a personal assistant, a book tour company, etc. You want not only quality work from these people, but you also need dependability, professionalism, and good communication. You have choices, so don’t settle for people who can’t provide the whole package.

8. “Find someone you can talk to.”

Writing is a solitary, lonely profession. You have no co-workers you can bounce ideas off of, no one who understand the business the way you do, who can offer advice or just let you vent—except other indie authors. Get to know your fellow authors, join author-only Facebook groups, and attend some writer conferences. It will really help you.

9. “Recharge your batteries.”

There will always be more work that you can do, but toiling 60-80 hours per week, pumping out book after book, is a sure way to crash and burn. Take breaks, take your vacations. You’ll do better for it in the long run.

10. “Hate working for others.”

I’m going to turn this around: “Love working for yourself.” You have to desire control and freedom more than security. You have to be able to accept and thrive with the risk that comes from being self-employed. Fact: it is easier to earn a steady salary working for someone else than it is to get a book publishing career off the ground. You have to want this. You have to prefer being self-employed with all its hassles than working for someone else.

11. “Believe in what you do.”

You will get negative reviews. Some books will tank. Sales will drop. You will fail. You have to have the ego, the self-esteem, the internal fortitude to weather the storms. You have to believe that you good when others seem to be telling you you’re not.

Which of these business tips resonate the most with you? Do you have other general business tips that apply to Indies?

 

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Cover Reveal! See DARAK (Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides), Intergalactic Dating Agency

Release date: October 5, 2018

Cover by Croco Designs

Revenge is best served sweet with a hot, horned alien

Free-spirited pastry chef Lexi Sutterman has discovered that true love is pie in the sky. The only thing more difficult than finding an Earth man willing to commit is pleasing her wealthy, hypercritical family who view her as a failure. So she’s given up on both, focusing her energy on her new bakery. Now that her uber successful little sister manages to nab a well-heeled fiancé, Lexi fights back by joining the Intergalactic Dating Agency. She plans to bring a huge, purple, tentacled alien as her plus-one to the wedding.

Darak of planet Dakon isn’t purple or tentacled—he’s just seven feet of horned alien hotness. To get a woman on his world, a guy has to literally win the lottery. Tired of waiting for the Fates to send him a female, he joins the dating service to meet a nice Earth girl to call his own. He recognizes Lexi as his true mate, but realizes convincing her they’re meant to be together forever and not just a weekend will be no cake walk.

When a sweet-tart pastry chef and a horned alien hottie fall in love, everyone might get their just desserts.

* * * *

Darak is the first book of my new three-book Dakonian Mail Order Brides series, which is a spinoff of the Alien Mate series. In Alien Mate, women go to planet Dakon as mail order brides–in the Dakonian series, the aliens join the Intergalactic Dating Agency and come to Earth!

Aton (book 2) will be released October 22, 2018 and Caid (book 3) November 8.

You can read chapter one of Darak in the recently released Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3). There’s a sneak peek excerpt at the back of the book

Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3)

Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…

I’m Stormy Weathers.  My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other.  I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…

I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But, what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my best intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…

Don’t miss this steamy, sexy, funny science fiction romance. Get your copy of Alien Intention today.

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Release Day! Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3) is here!

 

Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3) is available on major online bookseller sites.

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Our attraction unleashes a perfect storm…

I’m Stormy Weathers.  My love life on Earth is one natural disaster after the other.  I’m attracted to bad boys, rebels, commitment-phobes. In a crowd of choirboys, I’ll manage to find the jerk. All I want is a man who’ll love me and my young son, so I’m going to an icy planet to become an alien’s mail order bride. This time will be different! The chemistry I feel with Romando is electric. It doesn’t matter what my sister or her mate or their tribe says, mutual attraction this strong can’t be wrong, so I’ll do anything to get him…

I’m Romando, an outcast in my own tribe. One rash, angry act turned me into a pariah and almost got me banished. But, what everyone resents the most is that I’m one of the lucky few who’ll be getting a mate. The instant Stormy Weathers blows into Dakon with the other Earth females, my horns tingle. She is meant for me, but I resist the instinct to claim her. You see, she’s related to my nemesis responsible for my outcast state. Honor and pride dictate that I reject her as a suitable mate before she undermines my best intentions. If only I could get her out of my mind…

Alien Intention is a humorous, steamy science fiction romance, and a standalone read in the Alien Mate series.

An excerpt from Alien Intention

Holy alien hotness. I couldn’t stop staring at the brooding Dakonian. Leaning against the wall apart from the others, he didn’t mingle and jostle with the rest. Dark, nearly black, waist-length hair swept back from a widow’s peak to reveal pronounced dark brown, leathery horns. He caught me looking at him, and they pulsed!

He stood, literally and figuratively, horns above the others; he was one of the tallest men in the room and the sexiest. A buckskin-like tunic stretched across a broad chest and rippling abs before blending into leggings of the same material to mold long, powerful thighs. The beads and shells fringing the hem of his tunic would have looked silly on other men but on him, heightened his masculinity, his alienness. It was like he’d wanted to look his best and had dressed up for the occasion—which none of the others had bothered to. Or maybe the adornment signified some special status? Maybe he was a like a tribe leader or something?

“You don’t want Romando, trust me. You came here for a fresh start, remember?” My sister had warned me off him when she noticed my interest.

Romando. A romantic, manly name. And those eyes! They were so brooding, so mysterious. My stomach fluttered.

Sunny meant well, but she and I didn’t go for the same type. She preferred quiet, shy, nice guys. Boring. I had to give her credit this time. She’d done okay with Darq. He had that alien sex appeal going on, although, again, he struck me as sweet. If you brought an alien home to meet Mom and Dad, Darq would be the one they would approve of.

Romando would have gotten me grounded. He was seven and a half feet of alien attitude, captured in an I-don’t-give-a-damn shrug.

Yeah, yeah, I came here to make better choices, but was Romando such a bad one? Weren’t all the Dakonians supposed to be good guys? Loyal, appreciative, family-oriented?

I snuck another peek. Oh baby. I fanned my hot face with one hand, and clutched Devon’s with the other. The moment Romando and I made eye contact, my body felt as if it could melt into a puddle of goo. Standing apart from the others, he had an aura of confidence, like he would do whatever he wanted no matter what anybody else thought. He did things his way. Cue Frank Sinatra.

Oh please, pick me. According to my sister, and the head alien, Enoki, the men did the choosing. How traditional. How quaint. How…frustrating!

I sought Romando’s gaze, gave a little wave, and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but his eyes smoldered like two hot coals. His horns pulsed. Yep, those babies were throbbing.

I’d screwed up in the past, had gotten involved with the wrong sort of man, but you had to kiss some frogs before you found your prince, right? I’d always believed soul mates existed, that we were all one half of a pair. I’d mistakenly thought I’d met my true love before, but Romando was the real deal. I could feel it. Chemistry this intense couldn’t be wrong.

“If a man does not meet with your approval, you may refuse him, and he will pick somebody else,” Enoki said.

My sister elbowed Darq, who whispered to a man while gesturing to me. I had a bad feeling they were playing matchmaker.

“Mom, what’s happening now?” Devon whispered.

“We’re going to meet Mom’s alien,” I murmured and squeezed his hand.

“I thought we were going to live with Aunt Sunny,” he said.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I replied. The man Darq had spoken to glanced our way and smiled. He had an open, friendly face.

Nice. Cute.

Not my type.

“We’ll be able to visit with Aunt Sunny and Uncle Darq often, but we may be living someplace else,” I said to Devon.

“Where is that?”

“I don’t know yet,” I murmured. “Shh. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“Are we all ready?” Enoki asked.

“Yes!” I shouted with the other women.

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