SJ Maylee and Angel/NoAngel! Their names were chosen by Random.org from among those Terran readers who posted a review by May 20. Congratulations ladies! Each of you will receive a $50 Amazon gift certificate. Thank you everyone who participated in the contest and wrote reviews for Terran.
After fleeing heartache on Terra, Tara Diehl has adjusted to male-dominated Parseon better than most until she is kidnapped by Alpha Marlix, a ruling commander. At first her tall, muscled abductor terrifies her, especially when he doesn’t hesitate to quell her struggle for freedom with some force. When her attempts to escape fail, she decides to seduce her way to freedom.
But out of seduction and subterfuge grow a true intimacy that cause Marlix and Tara to take action that drives Parseon to the brink of civil war, threatening not only their relationship, but also their lives.
Terran, the second book in the Breeder sci-fi series, is a “capture” romance involving a domineering but hunky alien, and a female with a bad dye job and an even worse attitude.Terran can be read as a stand-alone.
My next contest will be held in conjunction with the June 18 release of Long Shot, a Corbin’s Bend spanking romance novella. If you’ve liked my Rod and Cane Society series, you’ll like this book. I have not yet decided the contest details, but the prize will be Spanking Bottom Red Wine! I have learned that while I (as an individual) legally cannot mail wine, I can ship it though United Parcel Service. But that means that the contest winner must live in the US. If someone from outside the US wins, I will have a substitute prize.
Long Shot Blurb
Abby Delaney moves to Corbin’s Bend to work at her aunt’s antique store to recover from a painful divorce. She gets more than expected when she meets sexy, charming Harris Montgomery, a local businessman and tennis pro, a man who seems to be the exact opposite of her ex-husband. Through Harris, she discovers her submissive side when he introduces her to spanking good times, and she begins to trust herself again. But when the relationship progresses to a deeper level, she discovers Harris and her ex share more in common than she’d thought. With future happiness on the line, can she risk surrendering her heart on a long shot?
An excerpt from Long Shot:
“Hand me the sugar, please, dear.”
What if Harris Montgomery intended to spank her? What would she do? Since yesterday, Abby had thought of nothing else but that scenario. He’d bought the bench, and his insistence she pick out a paddle had given her the impression she was choosing the implement he would use on her. Her stomach fluttered, and she glanced at Felix, the vintage cat clock with the swishing tale and moving eyes mounted on the kitchen wall. In one hour Harris would arrive. Of course, he wouldn’t spank her tonight. Dinner would be chaperoned by her aunt.
“Abby, honey. The sugar?” her aunt repeated.
“Oh! Sorry.” She grimaced and passed the bowl.
Her aunt scooped out a measure with a spoon, added it to some white vinegar, and whisked. “Harris is an attractive man, isn’t he?” Aunt Quincy commented.
She didn’t quite hit the target, but close enough. Could everyone in Corbin’s Bend read minds? Did they put some sort of ESP aid in the water? Both times she’d run into Harris, she’d sensed he could see right through her. Now her aunt.
Abby twisted her mouth with amusement. In Aunt Quincy’s case, the touch of ESP could be the function of her third eye, the bindi she’d pasted on her forehead between her plucked eyebrows to accessorize the sari she’d donned. Her aunt had dressed to complement the dinner of cucumber salad, naan, basmati rice and tandoori chicken. An authentic Indian meal. The only thing missing was the actual clay tandoor. Seasoned with a yogurt mixture of garam masala, paprika, turmeric, and cayenne pepper, the chicken slow roasted in a regular oven. Before serving, her aunt would pop it under the broiler.
The baking chicken exuded an irresistible savory aroma, nearly as alluring as Harris’s warm masculine scent. Clean. Woodsy maybe? Come closer, his smell had beckoned.
“He’s handsome,” Abby said matter-of-factly. What would be the point of denying it?
“He reminds me of Joseph. Bless his departed soul.” Aunt Quincy poured the sugared vinegar over a medley of cucumber and onion and tossed the salad.
“Because he’s good-looking?” Abby took a sip from her glass of pre-dinner wine to settle her nerves.
“Because he’s so clearly a spanko.”
Wine spewed through Abby’s nose.