#8Sunday: From Breeder…what’s wrong with her? Dark #ScifiRom

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One of five rulers of his planet, Dak needs an heir. He goes to a Breeder Containment Facility to purchase a female who can produce a son for him. Not finding any suitable breeders, he’s on his way out when he notices one that he’d overlooked. Sival is the director of the BCF.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

The lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. “Is she mentally deficient?”

“No, stubborn, ill behaved. She wouldn’t befit an Alpha Commander.” Sival nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. When she failed to respond, he prodded her again.

Breeder blurb

She was only meant to be the Alpha Commander’s slave…but she became his everything.

High Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra strictly as a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner, Corren. Any infractions of the rules by her will be harshly punished.

But as Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, Dak begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Dak has enemies, men who will not hesitate to exploit his fondness for Omra, and use it to portray him as unfit to rule as Alpha. Can he expose the rampant cruelty and corruption in Parseon culture… or will the protocol he’s spent his life defending, be the weapon used to destroy them and their love?

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The numbers game: weird author behavior–checking the stats…

As an author, I like to know how I’m doing, if my books are selling, if readers like them, if my promotional efforts are paying off. Fortunately, authors, particularly indies, have a lot of data at their fingertips. I “check my stats” throughout the day, and tend to check more often when there is a lot of movement and less often when things slow down. Some stats I may only check once or twice a week, but others may be hourly. (Yes, it’s distracting. Look! A squirrel!).

I love numbers and I love “keeping track.”

So here’s what I check (and how often I check it):

  1. Amazon sales numbers. The actual number of books sold. This is the biggie. If you think checking rankings is addictive, go indie and see what happens when you can see actual sales numbers, updated hourly, or even more frequently. (Hourly to daily)
  2. Sales numbers on other booksellers. (Daily to weekly).
  3. How much I’ve actually earned. (Daily to weekly.)
  4. Amazon sales rankings. (Several times a day to weekly)
  5. Number of free downloads. (Daily during a promotion, weekly if no promotion )
  6. Newsletter subscription increases. (Daily to weekly)
  7. Newsletter opens and click rates. (Several times a day in the first day of release, then once a day for a couple days, then not at all. Every couple of months, I review the overall activity).
  8. Newsletter unsubscribes. I look at when they subscribed, and how they got on the list. (As they occur).
  9. Website visits, page views, landings and exits. (A few times a week). I record my annual stats.
  10. Number of reviews and the average star rating. (A few times a week)
  11. Number of advertising clicks and the cost per click. (At least a few times a week, sometimes daily)
  12. Number of followers on Facebook, Instagram and sometimes Twitter. (Once or twice a month –when I remember).

Is there anything else you track? How often?

By the way, if you’re an Indie and you don’t have Book Report, you are missing out. It is amazeballs. Book Report software will tell you how much you’ve earned and how many units of each book you’ve sold on Amazon since the beginning. It will give you daily, monthly or custom stats. You can instantly see how each individual book is performing. It tracks sales, freebies, and pages read (for KU). You will wonder how you ever lived without it. It’s $10 per month, but has a free trial.

Note: Book Report only tracks Amazon, not the other booksellers, and it only does self-published books.

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In Monday’s bucket list post, I held a prize drawing for readers who shared an item from their bucket list. Chosen by random.org, the winner is…ML, who will receive a copy of Trapped with the Cyborg.

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Backlist to the Future: Building a Hero by Tasha Black, #Scifirom #Superhero #B2F

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

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By Tasha Black

Building a Hero was born of my husband’s love of superhero movies. (In fairness, my husband loves a lot of things, so let’s all take a moment to be grateful that I wasn’t inspired by his love of experimental cooking, reptiles, or Key & Peale sketches!) Mr. Black loves superhero movies, and I love Mr. Black. So it goes without saying that we’ve watched plenty of them. But the moment they get to a good part, like when Ironman falls hard for Pepper Potts, the movie always swings over to a violent scene, when all I want is to swing into to a bedroom scene. That’s what started me writing.

But Building a Hero quickly brought me out of the movie theatre and into the world of prosthetic limbs and high tech security. Although the enhancements West Worthington receives in the book after his accident seem impossible, many of them are real. You can go on YouTube and see videos of real people using this tech: a man seeing his wife for the first time with the help of a prosthetic eye, a woman using her mind to move prosthetic limbs after practicing on a computer.

This marriage of cold hard tech and the warm determination of mankind to rehabilitate each other, was incredibly inspiring.

Building a Hero blurb

Westley Worthington has it all. Piles of money, good looks, and a seemingly limitless supply of women who want to please him. And that’s just the way he likes it. Until a brush with death causes him to rethink his priorities, and consider someone besides himself for the first time in his privileged life.

Cordelia Cross has never had it easy. Her duty to her family has her working as an assistant to a man she hates just to pay her sister’s medical bills. When her arrogant boss alienates his last true friend, she finds herself promoted from schedule-managing coffee grabber, to the newest member of West’s inner circle.

Tempers, and passions, ignite as the two start spending time together, until a shocking accident puts their newfound attraction on ice. When West is faced with the toughest trial of his life, Cordelia helps him realize that he has all the tools he needs to be a force for justice.

Together, they must turn West into the hero no one ever thought he could be.

Book Excerpt

In this scene near the beginning of the book, Cordelia has just arranged a “party” for West with an entire ballet company. She has arranged the food and the drinks but does not have any desire to witness the party herself.

Westley Worthington strode into the penthouse just as Cordelia was marching out.

Her straw-colored hair brushed her shoulders in time with the disapproving rhythm of her walk. Her long tweed skirt swished and her ample breasts bounced almost hypnotically under her sweater.

But the expression on her face made him feel like he’d just taken the ice bucket challenge.

“Did you warm them up for me?” he joked.

“Yes, sir.”

Her unbreakable restraint never failed to amuse him. West had gone through a personal assistant a month for years – even a couple of mad streaks where he ran one off every other day. But this one was different. She was smart. And she was clearly resolved to keep her cool at all costs.

Which of course, made him all the more determined to get under her skin.

“Hey, do you want to join in this time?” West offered with a suggestive wink.

He waited for her inevitable No, thank you, sir. But it didn’t come.

Instead, she blushed deeply and kept walking.

West was surprised to momentarily feel like an asshole for embarrassing her.

But it was amazing how quickly those kinds of feelings passed if you pushed them aside. And West was very good at pushing them aside.

When he’d found out his family’s money came from selling bad mortgages, he’d managed to get over that. And now that his dad was in jail, the money belonged to West. He could have used it to try and do some good but what was the use? Everyone knew the Worthingtons were a bunch of thieves -probably no one would have taken his dirty money anyway.

Instead, he had settled into a life of excess, punctuated by work benders in which he would disappear into the office and not emerge for days. He had a serious talent for finance, as it turned out.

And a voracious appetite for ballerinas.

He took a deep breath and turned the corner from the foyer into the living room.

The dancers were exclaiming over the buffet. Each clutched a crystal bowl of yogurt with fruit and a miniature silver spoon. With their hair down over their flat chests and the tiny utensils in their hands, they looked sort of like kids having a tea party. West got his second surprise pang of conscience of the evening.

Before he could examine his feelings, one of them spotted him and squealed. “Hi, Mr. Worthington.”

The tallest of the group approached him with a confidence the others seemed to lack.

“I’m Alais. Thank you for the party.” Her French accent was exquisite.

“Hello, Alais. You’re a beautiful dancer.”

He didn’t actually know which fucking one she was. They all looked the same onstage and the whole thing had been boring as hell – one emaciated woman after another being tossed around by bored-looking guys in tights all set to classical music. But fucking a ballet company was on his bucket list, and they certainly looked athletic enough to make it worth his while.

Somehow he just couldn’t get into it tonight. Maybe he had finally become so depraved that he couldn’t find a bright enough spark to ignite himself.

His mind crept back to Cordelia. Was he feeling like this just because of her thinly veiled disapproval? That seemed unlikely, she never approved of any of his escapades.

Still, it was probably better to fire her, just in case.

Strangely, the thought brought him no joy. Maybe he was coming down with something.

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Tasha Black is a USA Today bestselling author of Paranormal and SciFi romance. She lives in a big old Victorian in a tiny college town. She loves reading anything she can get her hands on, making up stories, and sipping pumpkin spice lattes.

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For readers: what it means when an author ‘re-releases’ a book…

A reader asked what it means when an author re-releases a book and why.

A re-release means that a book was published once, then was removed from sales channels, but now is being made available again.

There are two basic reasons for a re-release:

  1. Publishing rights have reverted from a publisher to the author. Publishing contracts have an end date. If the contract is not renewed, the publisher removes the book from sales outlets. The author can now self-publish or submit the book to another publisher. Since the cover art belongs to the publisher, this always necessitates a new cover. The title doesn’t have to be changed, but sometimes authors change titles because they think of one they like better. If an author re-releases a previous book under a new title, they will almost always say so in the blurb.
  2. The author makes significant changes to a book. This can mean adding new material like I did with my sex scene thesaurus. I originally published it in 2015, but updated it this year with more synonyms and new sections. An author might take a story from an anthology expand it into a novel. Sometimes the writer believes that the initial cover and title haven’t been a strong selling point and will revamp those and re-release. Occasionally, there are a lot of errors in a manuscript and the book is pulled to correct them.

Beginning in June, I’ll re-release the three-book Breeder series. Loose Id originally published books 1 & 2, but the rights have reverted to me. I will publish all three books (Breeder, Terran, Warrior) over the summer. New covers, same stories.

Take a peek!

Breeder blurb

She was only meant to be the Alpha Commander’s slave…but she became his everything.

High Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra strictly as a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner, Corren. Any infractions of the rules by her will be harshly punished.

But as Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, Dak begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Dak has enemies, men who will not hesitate to exploit his fondness for Omra, and use it to portray him as unfit to rule as Alpha. Can he expose the rampant cruelty and corruption in Parseon culture… or will the protocol he’s spent his life defending, be the weapon used to destroy them and their love?

Breeder excerpt

Chapter One

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor, but the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had been close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her.”

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

The lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She wouldn’t befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” When she failed to respond, he prodded her again.

Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm. “You will stand.” He hauled her upright.

She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell away from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence sparking within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well, but if he chose her, she’d be adequately fed and housed. Command of his province consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted her lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I’ll take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

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Release date: June 20

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What’s on my bucket list….

I got together with a group of friends recently, and we shared 10 items on our bucket list. I thought I’d share my items with you. These in are no particular order.

1. See Paris. It’s a beautiful city. I’ve been to Paris, but I didn’t get a chance to explore Paris. My husband and I were on a cruise, and we had one day to see Paris, so we didn’t have a chance to do more than drive/walk around. I would like to go back for an extended period and really see the city.

2. Tour the United Kingdom. I want to see England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland (and Ireland).  I want to see the palaces, Big Ben, the countryside. I’ve been to Dover, England on a cruise, that that doesn’t count.

3. Visit Australia. I think there are a lot of amazing, unusual things to see.

4. Learn to fly a kite. This was something I never learned to do as a kid (my mom tried to teach me, but she couldn’t do it).

5. Pet and hold a squirrel. I love squirrels. In Japan, they have “squirrel gardens,” basically squirrel petting zoos. I think that would be the place to do it, then I could see Japan too!

6. Write a “grand romance.” In my mind, this would be an “epic” story that would take readers on an emotional journey that they’ll never forget. I don’t know quite what form it will take, but hopefully someday, this will come to fruition…

7. See all 50 states of the United States. I live in an amazing country, and I want to see it.  So far, I’ve been to 39 states, although many of them I’ve just passed through on the way to somewhere else, so I need to go back and see more of the key sites. The only ones I haven’t been to are: Wisconsin, Mississippi, North Dakota, West Virginia, New Hampshire, Maine, Alabama, Delaware, Vermont, North Carolina and Maryland.

8. Go to Hong Kong. I fell in love with the Orient when I went to China. I’ve also been to Thailand. Hong Kong looks amazing.

9. See Dubai in the United Arab Emirates. Maybe. Frankly, I’m afraid of going anywhere in the Middle East–even just getting there concerns me (will my plane be blown up on the way?). However, I saw Dubai on an episode of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, and Dubai looked like something out of a science fiction novel. I could easily imagine spaceships zipping among the buildings. It looks so otherworldly, I want to see it.

10. Experience a luxury vacation. Paris, Hong Kong, Dubai, etc. might seem like luxury, but in this instance, I’m not referring to the destination, but to the manner, the accommodations. For once in my middle class life, I’d like to experience what it’s like to be rich. I would like to take an absolute top-of-the-line luxury vacation. The kind where you get the penthouse suite at the most expensive hotel. Where rooms are $10K+ night. The kind of luxury that blows your socks off. For this I’m going to need to win the lottery or make a billionaire friend who wants to treat me for my birthday. Everything on my bucket list is doable, except probably this item.

Prize Drawing! What’s on your bucket list? 

You’ll notice most of my bucket list items involve travel. Share an item from your bucket list, and you could travel to a new world! I’ll pick one lucky person to win her/his choice of one of my Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romances. No physical travel, but it will take you to an exotic, alien locale…

If you don’t want to enter the drawing, please share your item anyway–I’d love to hear it. If you do want to enter drawing, tell me which book you’d like to win in addition to sharing your bucket list item. Be sure to leave your email address either in the comment sign-in or in the comments so you can be contacted if you win. (Hint: I won’t tell you which book to pick, but you can get Stranded with the Cyborg for free anyway, so maybe choose a different one…)

Winner will be announced on Friday, June 2!

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#8Sunday: From Breeder…You don’t want that one, Commander…

Preorder: June 6

Release date: June 20

For Weekend Writing Warriors, I’m switching gears. Enough Alien Mate, on to Breeder, a re-release of my most popular book ever. The rights have reverted to me, and I’m re-releasing the series. Breeder is a dark, erotic sci-fi romance, quite a bit different from my other sci-fi romances. We open with the beginning of chapter one…

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor, but the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander– you don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had been close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her.”

Breeder blurb

She was only meant to be the Alpha Commander’s slave…but she became his everything.

High Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra strictly as a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner, Corren. Any infractions of the rules by her will be harshly punished.

But as Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, Dak begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Dak has enemies, men who will not hesitate to exploit his fondness for Omra, and use it to portray him as unfit to rule as Alpha. Can he expose the rampant cruelty and corruption in Parseon culture… or will the protocol he’s spent his life defending, be the weapon used to destroy them and their love?

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Alien Mate hits bestseller status on Amazon, no. 70 Paid, no. 1 in #SFR!

Woo hoo! Alien Mate, my funny, sexy mail order bride sci-fi romance is bestseller on Amazon, hitting No. 70 in Kindle Paid, No. 1 in science fiction romance, and No. 2 in paranormal romance. The rankings won’t last, but it was fun to enjoy it.

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?

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

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Backlist to the Future: LONELY SHORE (Chaos Station 2) by Kelly Jensen, Jenn Burke #scifirom #B2F

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

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By Kelly Jensen

Lonely Shore is the second book in the Chaos Station series. It’s the part of Felix and Zander’s story where they’re supposed to deal with past issues and start thinking about a future together, all while dodging the machinations of a criminal cartel and dealing with the repercussions of a galactic war. Due to his involvement in that war, Zander might not have a future… and Felix would rather avoid thinking about the past.

This book will always be special. While writing Felix’s half of the story, I had to explore grief, and how a man who may very well be broken beyond repair might deal with the possible death of his lover. In shaping Felix’s journey, I drew inspiration from the title, which is taken from perhaps one of the best known verses of Byron’s epic poem, “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.”

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

The poem is about a world weary young man looking for the meaning existence or, more simply, distraction from his own life. In Lonely Shore, Felix is quite literally left on a lonely shore. The war took nearly everything, and he may have lost the one thing he has left. He’s on the same journey as Childe Harold, but on a much deeper level, and it is only in looking out, at the world around him, that Felix finds a reason to continue.

Lonely Shore blurb

All they can do is live day to day…

Felix Ingesson has returned to his duties as the Chaos‘s engineer with Zander Anatolius, his ex-boyfriend-turned-broken-super-soldier, at his side. Hope means something again. But there’s nothing Felix can do to battle the alien poison flowing through Zander’s veins, or his imminent mental decline. With each passing day, the side effects of Zander’s experimental training are becoming more difficult to ignore.

When the ruthless Agrius Cartel seeks their revenge—including an ambush and an attempt to kidnap the Chaos’s crew—Zander is pushed over the edge. He can no longer hide his symptoms, nor does he want to. But hurting Felix when he’s not in control of himself is Zander’s worst nightmare—when it nearly happens, he agrees to seek help. Even if that means trusting the unknown.

As Zander places his life in alien hands, Felix appoints himself his lover’s keeper. And though he tries to be strong, he can’t ignore the fact that he might lose Zander…forever this time.

Lonely Shore Excerpt

Moisture beaded the bottom of the clear substance that formed the bubble of their accommodations. Outside, mist writhed in murky tendrils, obscuring the view of the beach. How long had he been staring outside without realizing he could see nothing? Nothing but the vague reflection of his own face and now, the shadow of the man standing behind him.

A hand wrapped around his shoulder, warm but tentative. Felix tried not to flinch. He was so tight, every muscle held rigid, that it would probably hurt. Tear something. The ever-familiar scent of Zed wafted forward and Felix squashed the instinct to turn and bury his face in his chest, lose himself in a circle of strong arms. Zed needed him to be the sturdy one, the capable one, though surely the weight of a feather could break him—a gentle tap at the back of his spine would burst the balloon of grief he’d been carrying within since the night Zed had Zoned in his sleep.

His neck no longer hurt. The angry red marks had been evidence more of Zed’s struggle not to kill him, Nessa had said. Rather than crush Felix’s neck, he’d twisted his palm over skin, leaving more of a rash than a bruise. Even deep in the Zone and apparently deluded, Zed had not wanted to hurt him, not truly. The fear of that night lingered, however. So often over the past week, Felix had found himself jerking away from unexpected touches. That the pain of his reaction did not always reflect in Zed’s eyes only made it all worse.

Ignoring Zed now would hurt both of them, stupidly. He had to turn and face his lover and his nemesis.

As he turned, Zed’s hand slipped from his shoulder to hang in space as if he didn’t know what to do with it. Felix traced his fingers over the veins across Zed’s wrist, then tangled their fingers together, forming a small contact. He would wait for his skin to stop twitching before moving closer. He’d wait to see if Zed remained present.

“How was your nap?” The shot of whatever Rhyniche had administered had, indeed, made Zed sleepy. Rest was a good thing, though. They’d figured that out on the way to Ashie Prime. Nearly a week without any excuse to Zone—Agrius had yet to figure out how to ambush them in j-space—had given all of them a chance to relax.

“Good.” Zed squeezed his hand and let go—not to move away, but so he could move closer. Why was it so hard not to flinch? “How long was I out?”

Felix couldn’t answer the question without checking the time on his bracelet. “Three hours.” He’d been standing in front of the window for three hours? No wonder his legs felt like rusted iron bars.

Zed’s rough palm cupped his cheek. “Tell me you didn’t stand by the window for three hours.”

“I didn’t stand by the window for three hours.”

“Liar.”

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If aliens ever do land on Earth, Kelly will not be prepared, despite having read over a hundred stories of the apocalypse. Still, she will pack her precious books into a box and carry them with her as she strives to survive. It’s what bibliophiles do.

Kelly is the author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, including the Chaos Station series, co-written with Jenn Burke. Some of what she writes is speculative in nature, but mostly it’s just about a guy losing his socks and/or burning dinner. Because life isn’t all conquering aliens and mountain peaks. Sometimes finding a happy ever after is all the adventure we need.

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BREEDER cover & blurb reveal! Dark, erotic science fiction romance #Scifirom

Breeder is back! (Almost!)

“One of the best dark sci-fi romances I’ve ever read!” – Anna Zaires, author of the Krinar Chronicles

Breeder (Breeder series 1) will be available for preorder June 6 and released on June 20. It has been off the market for several months, while I waited for the rights to Terran (book 2) to revert to me. Breeder was originally published by Loose Id in 2013. I now own the rights to all three Breeder books and I’ll be re-releasing the series with new covers and some minor story revisions.

Sweet ‘n Spicy Designs did the cover (and the covers of the books in the sidebar).

If you were introduced to my books through the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series or Alien Mate, be warned that Breeder is different. Like the others, Breeder is an M/F sci-fi romance with an HEA, but it is dark, intensely erotic, graphic  and contains violence. It’s about a misogynistic, male-dominated society that keeps its women as slaves used only for breeding. One of the planet’s rulers responsible for enforcing this “Protocol,” purchases a breeder so he can produce son, but instead, falls in love with her and that jeopardizes their lives.

The official blurb:

She was only meant to be the Alpha Commander’s slave…but she became his everything.

High Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra strictly as a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner, Corren. Any infractions of the rules by her will be harshly punished.

But as Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, Dak begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Dak has enemies, men who will not hesitate to exploit his fondness for Omra, and use it to portray him as unfit to rule as Alpha. Can he expose the rampant cruelty and corruption in Parseon culture… or will the protocol he’s spent his life defending, be the weapon used to destroy them and their love?

Breeder excerpt

Chapter One

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor, but the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had been close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her.”

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

The lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She wouldn’t befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” When she failed to respond, he prodded her again.

Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm. “You will stand.” He hauled her upright.

She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell away from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence sparking within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well, but if he chose her, she’d be adequately fed and housed. Command of his province consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted her lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I’ll take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

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Summer Reads #ScifiRom Invasion! 8 FREE books ~ limited time

The Summer Reads Science Fiction Romance Invasion has begun! Now is the time to claim your free books. Eight authors, eight books, no catch. You don’t have to enroll, subscribe or do anything but go to a participating ebook retailer and download the book.

When it’s that easy, you don’t have to pick and choose which books to download–you can get all eight!

Here they are:

The Star Princess by Susan Grant

Ilana was more than happy to serve as an Earth tour guide for the stuffy alien crown prince–she just never planned on marrying him!

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Reconstructed by Tasha Black

Some heroes aren’t born…they’re built.
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Space Cowboys & Indians by Lisa Medley

How can the chance of a lifetime go so horribly wrong?
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Prophecy by Lea Kirk

A woman who’s lost everything, a man betrayed by his own, ​but together their destiny is greater than ever imagined.

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Alien Bond by Sabine Priestley

Fate laughed at Kara’s plans…and sent her psi-mate from the stars.
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Beyond Reach by Jessica Subject

Their people are at war with each other. But that doesn’t stop them from falling in love. 

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Escape from Zulaire by Veronica Scott

The whole planet is a war zone and everyone is hunting her. Can he rescue her in time?

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Stranded with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol

Marooned on an alien planet with her nemesis. Can she trust him to protect her?

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