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You know things are bad on Earth when you’re the president’s daughter and becoming a concubine to an alien dragon shifter seems like your best option…

Helena Marshfield made a big mistake. But making it right puts her life in danger. She’s forced to flee and become the concubine of the Draconian prince. She never expects to be attracted to the “dragon man,” and has no intention of making the relationship real.

Prince T’mar has no wish to consort with a human. Unfortunately, his father, the king, decrees he must accept her, his dragon mistakes her for their mate, and worse, the flame-haired female stirs his desires. Still, he intends to deposit her at the palace and fly away.

But when powers on Earth draw them into the line of fire, will their unexpected, unwanted burning attraction be the one thing that can save them?

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His dragon won’t shift and the king wants him to take a human concubine…

An excerpt from Line of Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters), coming in March 2020!

The king’s cape flared as he paced the Great Hall. Flanking the vacant throne, two guards stood at the ready. As T’mar entered, puffs of smoke steamed from his father’s nostrils. Even in demiforma, the king appeared more dragon than man.  “You’re late. Did you mistake my summons for a suggestion?”

He dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “No, Your Majesty. My apologies.”

“It should not have taken you so long to fly here.”

Letting his father assume he’d dallied could be hazardous. Admitting the truth could be worse. But the king could sniff out a lie a mile off, so T’mar chose truth.

“I walked.”

“Why?”

He’d had told no one of his inability to shift, and no way could he share the shameful secret with his father of all people.

“Never mind!” the king snapped. “Stand up so I can talk to you.”

His father stood a head shorter than him, but he was muscular, powerfully built—and had a killer instinct. Had he not inherited the kingdom, he would have been a formidable warrior. K’rah circled him, giving him the once-over. “I command you to shift.”

To confess he’d lost control of his dragon would render him weak in the eyes of the king, and there would be no redemption. “Your Majesty, I, uh—there isn’t enough room in the hall…”

“Into a man.”

“Excuse me?”

“Show me your man form.”

Before he could formulate a response, his bones cracked and reshaped. His horns and frill receded, his snout shortened into a flat face, and his tail retracted. Scales sloughed off leaving smooth, vulnerable epidermis. His gray intelligent jumpsuit retrofitted around his new body shape. T’mar flexed fingers now tipped by short nails rather than claws.

He hated this form.

Still, he was grateful he hadn’t had to confess his secret, but why had the dragon so readily complied? Because everyone obeys the king, he realizedeven his stubborn dragon.

I am not stubborn!

Sourness oozed off the king as he conducted an inspection. The hairs on T’mar’s now vulnerable nape stood up as his father strode out of sight behind him. One had to see a fireball to dodge it.

Finally, the king stood in front of him. His nostrils flared, emitting smoke and flame. “Sacred fyre, you’re ugly.”

We are not ugly!

Quiet. He might hear you. It was rare to hear another’s dragon, with the exception of one’s mate. But who knew what powers the king commanded?

“I’m betting the human won’t think so,” the king said.

“The…human?” Dread pervaded his bones.

“Your new concubine.”

“Father, no—”

The king’s eyes flashed a dangerous red, but T’mar couldn’t let this go. “Your Majesty, with all due respect, I cannot take a human consort.” The idea horrified him. “Prince K’ev—”

“Has made it work—unfortunately well, as it turns out.” The entire hall reeked with the sour odor emanating from the monarch.

“Then isn’t that enough?” he argued. Why would his father order this? It was obvious he didn’t want another son to take a human concubine.

“You would dare to question your king? I rule Draco, no one else. A ship leaves at star rise for Elementa. Be on it.” He spun around and stalked from the Great Hall. His guards followed. The heavy door to the inner sanctum slammed shut.

T’mar couldn’t have been more stunned. It wasn’t until he squeezed his hands into fists that he realized he’d shifted back to demiforma.

Well, have you nothing to say about this? he asked.

But the dragon had retreated into silence again.

Line of Fyre blurb

You know things are bad on Earth when you’re the president’s daughter and becoming a concubine to an alien dragon shifter seems like your best option…

Helena Marshfield made a big mistake. But making it right puts her life in danger. She’s forced to flee and become the concubine of the Draconian prince. She never expects to be attracted to the “dragon man,” and has no intention of making the relationship real.


Prince T’mar has no wish to consort with a human. Unfortunately, his father, the king, decrees he must accept her, his dragon mistakes her for their mate, and worse, the flame-haired female stirs his desires. Still, he intends to deposit her at the palace and fly away.

But when powers on Earth draw them back into the line of fire, will their unexpected, unwanted burning attraction be the one thing that can save them?

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A sneak peek excerpt from Line of Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters)

Biggs knows. Run. Run.

The vid-conference with Rhianna and Prince K’ev ended, and Helena beat a fast exit from the war room and ducked into the elevator. High in the corner, a tiny prying red eye glowed. Riding to the residential level of Bunker One, she wiped all expression from her face for fear of drawing attention to herself. If the sensor could analyze her emotion, Biggs might suspect what she planned.

It wasn’t the surveillance cameras she could see—and there were plenty of those—but the ones she couldn’t spot that could trip her up. Biggs had had her apartment bugged. After she’d destroyed them, others had replaced them by the next afternoon. So she’d left the bugs in place, but guarded every word she said. Not that there was anyone to speak to. Other than the maid who cleaned, Rhianna had been the only one to visit her, and she’d left on the Draconian ship three weeks ago.

The elevator opened, and she exited, nodding at a maintenance worker pushing a cart down the hall. Outside her door, a retinal scanner verified her identify before admitting her.

Inside, she slumped, expelling her breath in a silent whoosh. She couldn’t stay here; her apartment wasn’t safe, but she allowed herself a moment to celebrate the good news.

Rhianna was alive! Until the vid-con, she, along with everyone else, had believed her dead. Against the odds, she’d survived—had discovered the bomb in her communication device. Although happy with Prince K’ev with whom she’d bonded, she was fiercely, justifiably angry.

We betrayed her. I betrayed her. The fact she had managed to slip her a secret message warning her of the bomb did little to mitigate her culpability, even though sending Rhianna to Draco had offered the sole chance to save her life. If she hadn’t gone, Biggs would have had her killed. Helena didn’t doubt he would have followed through on his threat. She had racked her brain for a way to save Rhianna’s life, but could only come up with a long shot. Slip her message and pray she found it in time. She had, but now Biggs suspected Helena had warned Rhianna.

He’ll be coming for me. Telling her father wouldn’t do any good because even if he believed her, he couldn’t arrest Biggs on her say-so—there had to be evidence. It was her word against his. If the president took him into custody, the chief special advisor still could have her eliminated. His enforcers were everywhere.

There was no place on Earth he couldn’t reach. But Rhianna had provided Helena with an escape plan.

Ring. Ring.

Her gaze snapped to the phone. Nobody used that line. In the past, she’d been summoned to emergency briefings in the middle of the night, but since being shut out of high-level discussions, that didn’t happen anymore.

Ring. Ring.

Please, don’t let it be Biggs. She pressed a hand to her churning stomach and picked up the phone. “This is Helena.”

“This is Patsy.”

She sank into a chair. “Hi, Patsy. What’s going on?” She affected a cordial, but impersonal tone in case others were listening in.

“I called to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?”

“I’ve been terminated.”

“Terminated? What are you talking about?” Damnit! Damnit! She’d feared this might happen. Patsy had been slipping her tidbits of information and had been the one to alert her to the hail from Rhianna. If not for Patsy, she wouldn’t have attended the vid-con, might never have learned her friend had survived.

“I’ve been told my services are no longer required.”

“I’m so sorry.” She felt sick.

“They’re coming to escort Henry and me topside in few moments.”

“Your brother?” Henry Winslow worked for the Secret Service.

“Yes. He was fired, also.”

 “Where will you go?” With the threat of immolation still a possibility, no place above ground could be considered safe. On the other hand, with Biggs in control, Bunker One was the most dangerous place on the planet.

“Henry owns a cabin in Montana. When relations with Draco started to unravel, he made plans.”

 “I’m so sorry.”  She and Patsy had become close, and the woman had been enormously helpful. I’m the kiss of death. Everybody who helps me gets drawn into the line of fire.

“It’s not your fault. It was my mistake. You’re the president’s daughter and a member of his strategic council; I assumed you should be notified of Rhianna’s call.”

To anyone listening in, the falsehood would sound plausible; however, Patsy had been aware of Helena’s marginalization. Back when they were free to talk, they had discussed the disturbing trend they’d seen forming.

“You believed you were following the rules,” Helena continued with the lie.

 “Is Rhianna okay?”

“She’s healthy and safe,” she replied. There was so much more she wanted to say, but would never get the opportunity because communications were monitored, and tomorrow, she would leave Earth. Now an ex-staffer, Patsy had lost her security clearance.  Revealing classified information would violate national security and incur the wrath of Jackson Biggs. However after the debacle with Rhianna, Helena wished to avoid repeating mistakes. The worst thing she’d ever done was not tell Rhianna the truth. She hated to allow Patsy, who’d be thrown topside, to live in fear of an imminent attack. Of course, anything could happen with Biggs at the helm—but, at least for the time being, a planet of nations had stepped back from the brink of annihilation.

Screw Biggs. I’ll be gone tomorrow. Rhianna had beaten the odds by going to Draco. Helena would roll the dice and hope she could get away before his enforcers picked her up.

“According to Rhianna, King K’rah has withdrawn the declaration of war, and instead, is demanding other concessions to demonstrate our commitment to peace.”

“That’s great news—uh, what kind of concessions?”

“He has given us the opportunity to send another woman to become the consort/concubine of another of his sons—Prince T’mar. A Draconian ship will arrive on Elementa in a week. The woman is supposed to rendezvous with the ship.”

“Is the president going to do it?”

“No. We’re continuing with colonization of Elementa. A ship leaves tomorrow with more settler and supplies.” She crossed her fingers Patsy would pick up on the slight emphasis—but their listeners would not—and would realize she planned to be on that spacecraft. She didn’t want Patsy to worry about her when she vanished.

“Did the president turn them down outright?”

“Rhianna and Prince K’ev disconnected the transmission before he could.”

“So when they find out we didn’t accede to their request, we could be back where we started—expecting an attack.”

Unless somebody arrives on Elementa, I fear that will be the case.”

“I’m going to miss you,” Patsy said. “Will you be okay…here alone?”

Okay was their code word for safe. Had it been a casual question, she would have asked, will you be all right? After Biggs had isolated Helena, and the president’s assistant had begun sneaking her information, Patsy had suggested they develop a code system.

“Of course.” She faked a titter. “I won’t be alone. I have my father, and there are hundreds of staff and government officials in Bunker One. Don’t worry about me. If you think you’ll be okay at your brother’s place, go with him. Don’t waste time. The large threat posed by the dragons still exists, maybe worse than ever.” They’d both said way too much.

“I understand. And don’t you worry about me. I’ll be okay with my brother. In fact, he just arrived along with the escort,” she said.

Once terminated, ex-staffers weren’t allowed to roam unattended; they were treated as potential saboteurs. She felt relieved Patsy would be with her resourceful now ex-secret service agent brother, but she’d miss her. A lump formed in her throat with the realization they would never see each other again. “Take care,” she choked.

“Stop it. You’ll make me cry.”

“You’re right. We’re both going to get through these difficult times.”

“You bet we are! The sun will come out tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Orphan Annie.”

“Hey, all we need is a Daddy Warbucks.”

She tried to laugh but failed; the situation was far too dire. “I wish you all the best. If we never see each other again, please understand how much I value your friendship, how much it means to me.” She’d had two good friends, and she’d managed to hurt both of them.

Going to Elementa, then to Draco to become Prince T’mar’s concubine would be the best thing for her friends and family because it would remove her from Biggs’ reach. He’d be unable to use her as a pawn, and her father would be free to work toward a peace settlement. 

“You have so much to offer the world. I’ve always respected and admired you for the way you speak your mind and take a stand against injustice. How could I not be your friend?”

The praise pierced like a barbed dart. She’d tried to take a stand, but failed to do enough. Her message had saved Rhianna’s life, but it was almost a little too little, a little too late.

“I don’t deserve your admiration, but thank you.” Helena said. “Be safe.”

“I will. You, too.”

* * * *

A maintenance worker stood on a ladder replacing a lightbulb when Helena emerged from her apartment the next day.

“Good morning, Ms. Marshfield!” he said cheerfully. “You’re up and around early.”

Was it a casual observation or did her behavior seem odd to him? Was he even a maintenance worker?  Was it her imagination or had this hallway been subject to unusually dedicated maintenance? Somebody always seemed to be around—vacuuming, cleaning the carpet, touching up paint.

She often hit the Bunker One gym early, but never by 4 a.m. However, she had to be on the spacecraft before its 0:600 launch and had a stop to make beforehand.

“Got a lot of meetings today. Trying to get a jump on some work.” She tightened her grip on her handbag. “You’re working early.”

Every second she lingered gave Biggs’ men another second to apprehend her. Fear screamed at her to get out fast, but she forced herself to stop and chat. It would raise suspicion if she didn’t.  

Even if she got out of Bunker One, she had no guarantee of safety. She could be waiting in line, and she’d feel a tap on her shoulder. Or, she’d get into a cab, and the windows and doors would seal…

“Normal shift, Ms. Marshfield,” he replied. “We get our work done off hours so we don’t get in the way of important stuff.”

“Everyone is doing important stuff,” she said. “We all contribute, we’re all working to make our planet safe again,” she offered a platitude expected of the first daughter.

“Thank you for that,” he said.

“Well, uh, have a good day,” she said.

“You, too.”

Staying alive would make it a good day.

A few paces down the hall, she halted and peered over her shoulder. “Was that light out? I got in pretty late last night, and I don’t remember it being burned out.”

“We replace them on a regular schedule so they don’t burn out.”

“Ah! Got it. Well, carry on.”

Maybe I’m being paranoid. Maybe this degree of maintenance was normal. She hadn’t given it much notice before, hadn’t checked out other resident areas to compare.  

Cognizant of the worker’s scrutiny, she tried to walk normally, not hurry, but not dawdle. She prayed her clothing didn’t appear as out-of-place as it felt. Would he remark to his fellow workers, “Have you noticed how chunky the first daughter is getting these days?”

She hadn’t dared pack a suitcase because it would draw too much notice, so she’d donned as many articles as she could. Even the most lightweight fabrics bulked up when layered. Beneath her swirling skirt and belted floral blouse she wore a cotton/poly sheath dress, two pairs of moisture-wicking running pants and matching T-shirts, yoga shorts and a tank, five pairs of bikini panties, and two sports bras. She’d omitted all jewelry in case she set off the metal detector, which would result in a pat down. There could be no hiccups; the plan had to go smoothly.

She wished she could have worn athletic shoes, but those would have stood out, so she’d settled on black flats. She hoped to grab a pair of sneakers at the drugstore if they still had merchandise. She hadn’t been topside in months, but according to reports, stores were picked bare.

Her bag would be searched like everyone else’s when she exited Bunker One, so she couldn’t take anything signaling she wouldn’t be back. In her purse she carried a hairbrush, some feminine hygiene products, a little bit of makeup, a bottle of pain reliever, and a canister of tear gas and a pocket knife only allowed because she was the president’s daughter. She felt more secure for having the latter two items, although she was under no illusions they’d offer any protection against a fire-throwing dragon the size of a bus—or against Biggs’ trained, lethal enforcers.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, socks and the like, she hoped to acquire at the drugstore.

She’d printed out a hard copy photo of her father and an old one of her mother, which she’d taped into a small notebook. She had a lot of photos in her phone, but since the device could be used to track her, she would toss it as soon as possible.

Carrying a handbag broke with her usual routine, but few people were about.  By the time anyone of import viewed the security feeds, she would be long-gone.

* * * *

Line of Fyre blurb

You know things are bad on Earth when you’re the president’s daughter and becoming a concubine to an alien dragon shifter seems like your best option…

Helena Marshfield made a big mistake. But making it right puts her life in danger. She’s forced to flee and become the concubine of the Draconian prince. She never expects to be attracted to the “dragon man,” and has no intention of making the relationship real.


Prince T’mar has no wish to consort with a human. Unfortunately, his father, the king, decrees he must accept her, his dragon mistakes her for their mate, and worse, the flame-haired female stirs his desires. Still, he intends to deposit her at the palace and fly away.

But when powers on Earth draw them back into the line of fire, will their unexpected, unwanted burning attraction be the one thing that can save them?

Line of Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters 2) will be released in March 2020. To get notified of the release AND get a free book to read now (Married to the Cyborg), subscribe to my newsletter.

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Spotlight on New World (Aliens Among Us) by Liza O’Connor #dinosaurs

With much of Earth burning presently, soon Earth will fall into a very long ice age.

Fortunately, a group of women, men, half-saires, and one full-saire are hidden on a lovely island. The full-saire has a spaceship capable of leaving Earth and traveling to a more reliable planet that never grows too cold or hot.

However, when they arrive, the planet looks much like prehistoric Earth, with giant reptiles everywhere. Fortunately, Keelan and Tiburon are strong and mighty warriors. By noon, they have killed most of the deadly creatures that their life bubble protects. They also saved the life of a twelve-foot chicken-like creature who turns out to be sentient and a great help when locating dangers.

The two warriors were able to remove most of the T-Rexes as well. Only two had to be killed for refusing to leave their valley. Thus, they have survived day one.

But how long will their bullets and luck hold out?

An excerpt from New World

Once outside, but still under the cloak of invisibility, Keelan and Tiburon studied the various creatures walking about. The animals seemed to want to know where their friends had disappeared to and why was the soil scorched.

“Let’s climb up the exterior of the ship. That will give us a better shot at the taller, and possibly deadlier, creatures.”

Upon reaching the flat area at the top, they stared at the mass of animals in the valley. “We’ll run out of ammunition long before we kill a third of these,” Tiburon growled.

“True enough. So, let’s hit them with a shockwave first. And since we don’t want a mass of creatures rotting in our valley, we’ll start with a no-kill level and scare off those who don’t like having their skin heated.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Tiburon admitted.

Keelan showed him the instrument. “We can use this device in our natural forms.” He then showed him how to place his claws so they would activate the shockwaves. “Watch me first, then I’ll let you have a go at it. But make sure you do not turn it on until you have cut a slit in the invisibility cloak. Otherwise, we’ll be the ones that get fried. I’ll slice the cloak so you can see how it is done.”

A moment later, many of the animals in the valley began running away.

However, the twenty-feet-tall dinosaur creatures all remained.

Keelan sighed. “Let’s up the ante and see if we can move them out as well. Move the shockwave to level ten.”

He watched Tiburon closely to ensure his success. He smiled when the fellow got it right the first time. “Let ’em have it.”

Twelve of the creatures ran off. “That leaves two pissed off T-Rexes,” Tiburon replied.

“Move it up another notch,” Keelan suggested.

Tiburon tried, but it just made the two creatures angrier.

“Move it up to kill level,” Keelan advised.

Tiburon did. Now, only the largest one remained alive and was really angry.

“I’ll take over. This one is going to need some finessing.”

He tightened the range from wide to narrow and shot the angry fellow in the eye. A moment later, the shockwave moved through his skull and out the back. Finally, the big guy fell. Keelan quickly returned the shockwave to its full circular width. “Check for rogue animals that might have slipped in during the narrow settings.”

“Got one. Looks like a giant gator,” Tiburon replied.

“That’s gonna be a problem. He won’t run, and killing him will be a challenge. What else slipped in?”

“We got some giant chickens.”

“Leave those alone. We used to have something similar on Saire. If these are the same, they can be ridden, are edible, and can be taught not to eat saires and humans.”

“The gator has his eye on them,” Tiburon warned.

“Well, he’s now facing us, that’s better. Let’s both try to shoot him in the eyes with high powered rifles.”

Upon reverting back to humans, they tied the arms of the catsuit around their waist. Then they cut a second slit in the invisible screen and shot the gator in the eyes with their high-powered sniper rifles.

Tiburon and Keelan both made their shots. The gator died at once.

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About author Liza O’Connor

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, skydive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet throughout her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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DARAK: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides is FREE until Jan. 31

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.

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

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Breeder is FREE for a limited time #SciFiRomance #Freebooks

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?

Download Breeder from your favorite bookseller. Breeder is FREE until January 31, 2020.

An excerpt from Breeder

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. Crafted from the tail of the baronian ilyx, the stiff leather sudon bore the protrusions where the venomous quills had been removed. As he’d not needed to use it before, scant amounts of venom remained in the raised areas, which caused temporary but vicious stinging.

The breeder shrieked when he hauled her slight body over to a stone bench. He yanked her over his lap, raising her buttocks into position. Despite his focus on correcting her behavior, he noticed of the roundness of her backside, plump for such a skinny female. Her natural padding was fortunate. Though the whipping would hurt, it wouldn’t injure her.

He brought the sudon down hard. She howled, and he smacked again, placing a dimpled red streak next to the first.

“You will not bite,” he said and marked the other side. “You will obey. You will follow Protocol.”

With precision and force, he welted her pale flesh. Her caterwauling drowned out the omnipresent din of the containment center. She flailed her arms and legs in an attempt to escape, but he hung on to her waist with one hand and continued to paddle.

By the time he’d decided her chastisement had been sufficient, her buttocks, marked by inflamed dots caused by the protrusions on the sudon, radiated heat and redness, and her body had gone limp across his lap, although she continued to sob.

He reattached the sudon to his belt, opposite his dagger side, which also bore his holstered LPD, a lasered projectile device. Without the interference of her struggles, he continued his examination. Her legs had fallen open to reveal her sex, and his eyes widened at the sight of the heavy lock-ring piercing her inner labia. Dak jerked his gaze to the director. “She has never been bred.”

“It would appear not.” Sival shifted on spindly legs that supported a torso swollen by gluttony.

“You didn’t consider this female worthy of mention?”

Sival fluttered his hands. “Her behavior—”

“—can be corrected by discipline and training. But virgin breeding status is a rare commodity.”

“I mean no contradiction or disrespect, Commander, but she is incorrigible.”

Dak glanced at a docile Omra slumped over his lap. Sobs had dwindled to sniffles. “She doesn’t appear to be incorrigible now.” He tugged on the metal locking device. The telenium ring had been fused; it would have to be cut off for breeding. “I must be 100 percent certain that male offspring be mine and not another’s.”

Sival shifted on his heels and bowed his head in a picture of obeisance. “I apologize, Commander, for my lack of foresight.”

Dak studied Sival. His left eye opened larger than the right, which caused his pockmarked face to appear lopsided. Though not uncommon for men to be nervous in his presence, Sival fidgeted more than the norm, and Dak had begun to question whether respect or subterfuge motivated his lack of eye contact. He’d assumed the director’s failure to produce quality females for inspection had resulted from a dearth of intelligence, but intuition supported by Sival’s behavior strongly suggested the misunderstandings arose from a willful deception. The director hadn’t overlooked Omra; he’d omitted her. The dishonesty was bad enough, but the egregious neglect in the BCF warranted prompt attention. The beta didn’t realize it, but he would be flogged and demoted from director to habitation unit cleaner. Dak sniffed and resisted the urge to cover his nose. All the cells needed cleaning. And this one was the worst.

No wonder Omra appeared so unkempt, her hair matted and lank, her skin darkened by grime. Had she refused to bathe, or had she been forbidden to? He didn’t trust the director. Undoubtedly, Omra’s sire would be displeased if he’d been aware of her condition. He’d cared enough to have her purity guaranteed by the piercing, and not with any lock-ring, but one forged from telenium, the hardest, most precious Parseon metal. Its presence increased her value and thereby her purchase price.

Dak’s groin tightened as he examined the pink folds of her sex, the puffier outer ones and her inner pierced labia. That no other alpha had ejaculated his seed into her womb pleased him. If he purchased her, he would remove her sire’s ring and replace it with his own, coded to his genetics so he could remove it but no one else could. He tugged on the ring again and took note of the nub poking out from beneath the hood of flesh at the top of her labia. A clitoris, it was called. A mishap of nature with no function or purpose.

He’d heard ribald snickers that Terran males manipulated—sometimes even licked or sucked—the clitoris of their females to bring them to a rapturous state. The clitoris of a Parseon female brought her no pleasure at all. And even if it did, what would it matter? Males didn’t concern themselves with pleasing females. A breeder served the male—not the other way around. Protocol decreed it.

But…he pinched Omra’s pink nub experimentally and rubbed the tip with his finger. She jerked, and her body stiffened, but she gave no sign the contact brought her anything close to pleasure.

Nature inexplicably had designed females to be inferior and substandard in mind and body, but they still deserved basic care. Healthy offspring, sons to carry on the genetic lineage, required a healthy incubator. The filth, the lack of nutritious food of the BCF had appalled him, offended his personal sense of decency. He treated his conveyance animals better than this. No creature should be subjected to the conditions in which the breeders had been kept.

He shifted on the bench and used Omra’s body to shield his erection from view. Impregnation required a degree of arousal, of course, but to be so easily stirred by a female was deviant. Protocol was strict and precise. An Alpha must maintain the upper hand at all times, so he would not seek his pleasure with a peer, but neither was it appropriate to wallow with a breeder. Only betas or alphas unworthy of their rank availed themselves of females for pleasure. A voice of prudence warned he should pass her up because she had incited his lust so easily, but she was the sole quality female he’d found. Every time he had traveled on official business, he’d visited the containment facility in the area, hoping to find an acceptable breeder. He’d found none.

Midway through the third decade of his life, he needed to produce a son who potentially could carry on his legacy in his province. Omra was unbred, untainted by another’s semen, which made her the best incubator—assuming the rest of her checked out. Dak had to consider Corren’s needs too. When they’d discussed bringing a breeder into their domicile, his beta had requested one with a tight channel.

“Do you have a prophylactic glove?” He glanced at Sival.

The director hesitated but withdrew an elasticene hand cover from his pocket. Dak slipped it on and waited until his body’s warmth activated the lubricant. The ring ensured the purity of her virgin breeding status, but that didn’t mean her anal passage hadn’t been overused by the guards or the director. A female with tight muscle tone would provide Corren with the means to relieve his sexual tension. When beta was happy, everyone was happy.

He parted Omra’s inflamed cheeks and pressed his finger to her puckered opening.

She reared back, twisting, kicking, and flailing her arms. Howling. Monto, this female could screech.

“Now, Omra, we will have none of that.” He snagged the sudon and slapped it several times against her welted buttocks. She tried to cover herself with her hands, so he secured them against the small of her back. What slender wrists she had. But how she fought! A warrior by training, Dak couldn’t help but admire her fire. It would be a shame to break her spirit, but docility in a breeder was a necessity. His erection throbbed. How odd this ill-behaved, filthy female aroused such an immediate, visceral reaction.

When she ceased fighting, he inserted his gloved finger into her anus. She whimpered as he forced the digit past two sphincters into her rectum. “Relax, Omra,” he said to soothe her. “Tensing will cause you more pain.”

But she remained rigid as he added a second digit and pumped both to test muscle tone. Her walls squeezed his fingers. Excellent. She would serve Corren’s needs perfectly. And his. He eyed the lock-ring.

He looked at the director. “Prepare the paperwork. I’ll take this one.”

Dak extracted his fingers and set her on her feet. He removed the glove and tossed it to Sival, who shoved it into a portable waste receptacle. He pinched Omra’s right nipple, still beaded from the cold. “Have her tagged with my insignia. I’ll pick her up at dawn’s light.”

Sival opened the cell gate. “See that she bathes too,” Dak said as he stepped into the corridor. Instinct caused him to halt and peer over his shoulder. All timorousness had vanished from Sival’s demeanor, and the director glowered at Omra. Like a candle softening, his scowl melted into obsequiousness when he noticed Dak’s scrutiny.

Dak drew himself to his full commanding height. “No one, and I mean no one, is to use her for his pleasure. She belongs to me now. Do you understand?”

Sival’s throat worked. “Of course, Commander.” He scooted out of the cell. It locked with a clank.

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Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides Boxed Set Vol 2 just released!

Last fall’s Intergalactic Dating Agency novellas, Sixx, Kord, and Braxx are now available in a binge-worthy, budget friendly boxed set! It’s like buying two books and getting one for free. (Cover price $5.99).

These aliens are willing to do anything to meet their mates…even join a dating agency and come to Earth. But are the humans ready for them?

Sixx: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides #4

Single alien dad seeks a human mate with some moxie.

Saving up to start her own video game company, Moxie Maguire logs fourteen hours days working for an obnoxious boss. But when life seems to be passing her by, she sets another goal—meet her dream man. The Intergalactic Dating Agency matches her with Sixx. Hot & horned, a good listener, family-oriented—Sixx is the perfect man to share a life with. If only that life was on Earth.

Single dad Sixx dreams of finding a mate and raising more “kits.” With females in short supply on his planet, he heads for Earth to get a female and get back to Dakon and his young son. The instant he meets Moxie, he recognizes she’s his Fated mate. He can’t abandon his child. And, unfortunately, his planet has even fewer computers than females. One for the entire planet, to be exact.

Will two Fated Mates have to part? Or can they find a way to work it out?

Kord: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides #5

She’s a successful restauranteur, but he’s hungry for more than what she’s cooking.

Barb Quintain owns the hottest restaurant in town, lives in a fabulous luxury apartment, and has a personality as big as the state of Texas. But outward confidence conceals old wounds as big as Texas, too. She hides behind success, fearing someone will discover what she’s really like—a fake, a fraud, all broth and no beans.

Then, one evening, Kord walks into her restaurant—an alien so hot and sexy she knows he’s way out of her league.

Kord doesn’t understand why none of his Intergalactic Dating Agency matches have panned out until he meets the owner of Barbie Q’s Restaurant and realizes she’s his Fated mate. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to recognize that. The only thing he can do is get her to hire him so he can convince her they’re meant to be together.

Just as Kord’s patience wins her over, a family crisis sends Barb running in her rhinestone boots. Will confronting her past destroy their future?

Braxx: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides #6

She’s given up on love, but this alien hasn’t given up on her…

If there’s anything Holly Hansen has learned it’s that falling for a persuasive charmer is a sure path to a broken heart. It happened when her fiancé abandoned her just when she needed him most. Everything about the smoking-hot alien, Braxx, reminds her of her ex, and he keeps showing up night after night at the restaurant where she works. It’s enough to wear a girl down, make her doubt her convictions, maybe hope that love can conquer the heartbreak of the past…

The instant Braxx meets Holly Hansen, his horns begin to throb, and he realizes she’s the ONE. His Fated Mate. He can’t wait to settle down with her and make beautiful babies together. Unfortunately, she won’t give him the time of day. But he didn’t come this far to give up easily, and he hopes that with patience and baby steps, he’ll win her heart.

Just when it seems he’ll succeed, Holly’s past comes back to haunt them. Can a heartbreak be too deep for love to fix?

Get Dakonian Mail Order Brides Boxed Set Vol. 2 from any online booksellers: Universal Buy Link.

The books are also available individually: Sixx, Kord, Braxx.

 

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Cover reveal & preorder LOVED IN SPACE #99cents

Cover by Mina Carter

Six BRAND new stories of love and romance among the stars by NYT & USA Today Bestsellers Mina Carter, Eve Langlais, Cara Bristol, Donna McDonald, Susan Hayes and J Thompson.

Woken by a kiss, she didn’t expect her prince to be a handsome alien warrior. Kissed by the Alien Mercenary: Warriors of the Lathar by Mina Carter.

Clarabelle isn’t about to take orders from anyone. Not even the alien hottie who has a disturbing tendency of shifting into a giant lizardman. Mate Abduction by Eve Langlais.

When a dating agency claims to match Earth women with extraterrestrials, fraud investigator Cyan Blue goes undercover as a client to expose the scam. She’s not interested in finding love and certainly not with a pretend alien! KRASH: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides by Cara Bristol.

No risk. No reward. When time runs out, she’ll have to make a choice that will change her life forever… Chance of a Lifetime by Susan Hayes.

Bethany Walker lost everything the day she watched her husband die. Trapped in a bitter cycle of loneliness and grief, the arrival of a gorgeous cyborg with a familiar face changes everything. Betraying Ko’ran by J Thompson.

She was searching for her cyborg husband and found an alien instead. Ashland 297 by Donna McDonald.

 Preorder for a March 10 release. Only 99 cents.

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Cover reveal! Line of Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters 2) by Cara Bristol

Cover by Sweet ‘n Spicy Designs

Draft blurb (I’m still working on it)

You know things are bad on Earth when you’re the president’s daughter and becoming a concubine to an alien dragon shifter seems like your best option…

After Helena Marshfield warns her best friend of the secret plot to use her to destroy the alien dragon shifters, she flees Earth to save her own life. She runs away to Draco to become the concubine of a dragon prince. But, it’s a commitment in name only. She never expects to be attracted to the “dragon man,” and has no intention of making the relationship real.

Prince T’mar has no wish to engage with a human concubine. Unfortunately, his father, the king of Draco, decrees he must accept her, his dragon mistakes her for their mate, and worse, the flame-haired female stirs his desires. Still, he intends to deposit her in his harem and walk away.

But when powers on Earth draw them back into the line of fire, will their unexpected, unwanted burning attraction be the one thing that can save them?

Line of Fyre will be released in February. Catch up with Under Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters 1), available from all major booksellers.

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Science fiction romance: buy one, get one FREE on #Kobobooks #Freebooks

Kobo Books is having a buy-one-get-one-free sale on select books during the month of January. Many of my first and second-in-series books are in sale: Alien Mate (Alien Mate 1), Alien Attraction (Alien Mate 2), Darak: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides #1, Aton: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides #2, Breeder (Breeder 1), Terran (Breeder 2), Under Fyre (Alien Dragon Shifters 1), and Mated with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Cyborg Romance 1).

There’s a special sales page for the event, and you’ll find the above-mentioned books in the science fiction and fantasy romance category. You’ll need to scroll through the category to find them. But don’t worry: there aren’t gazillions of books! Good selection, but not gazillions!

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