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When you wish upon a falling star, er, UFO…

Young widow Kevanne Girardi catches sight of a meteorite streaking across the sky and wishes for a good handyman to help make her rundown lavender farm a big success. Instead, she gets a shapeshifting alien who apparently has never seen a leaky faucet before. But his loving and noble spirit make him just the man to fix her wounded heart. He hasn’t promised her forever, but a girl can hope, can’t she? Maybe she’ll make another wish…

When his ship tumbles out of the sky and lands on Earth, Chameleon never expects to fall for a human woman. Unfortunately, he can’t stay. He made a mistake that led to the devastation of an entire planet, and now the survivors are depending on him to get them to safety. He must repair his ship and leave before the Xeno Consortium finds him and Earth becomes endangered, too. But oh, he wishes he could stay with Kevanne forever…

Can a twist of fate make their wishes come true?

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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!

With their planet suffering a critical lack of females, Dakonian men begin emigrating to Earth in search of mates. Concerned about the impact of the mass exodus, Krash joins a dating agency to gain passage to Earth so he can convince his fellow Dakonians to return home. As soon as he completes his assignment, he’s going back to Dakon. The last thing he desires is to mate with a human.

Two missions are about to collide in a perfect match.

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The alien dragon shapeshifters who discover Earth come in peace—at first. Then, inexplicably, they threaten to attack. In an attempt to show goodwill and appease the dragons, Earth sends a human woman to become a concubine to one of the Draconian king’s sons, Prince K’ev.

K’ev would sooner give up his ability to breathe fire than accept a human, but when he meets Rhianna, sparks fly, and his dragon realizes she’s his mate.

Rhianna falls for the hot-blooded prince, unaware she’s a key link in a desperate scheme to defeat the dragons, a strike that could backfire with devastating consequences. Will she figure out what Earth has planned in time to save her dragon mate? And if she does, will K’ev be able to save her planet from the fire of angry king’s retaliation?

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Kids in Romance Novels? Yay or Nay? #romancebooks #amreadingromance #scifiromance


Do you like romance novels in which there is a kid or baby as secondary character, such as single mom, single dad, or secret baby romances?

As a reader, I personally prefer romances to focus on the hero/heroine. I’m generally not a fan of kids or babies in romances—although I’ve read some that I enjoyed. However, I’m aware I may not be the norm. My readers, many of whom are parents, may like kids in romance. I totally get that single moms might enjoy reading stories about parents who get a second chance at love. So, I’ve written a few sci-fi romances with kids in them.

The first sci-fi romance I wrote with a child as an actual secondary character was Alien Intention (Alien Mate 3). To be honest, the kid was only in the story because I’d written myself into a corner in the previous book, Alien Attraction (Alien Mate 2). In Alien Attraction, reality TV show star Stormy Weathers is paid a million dollars to become an alien’s mail order bride as a stunt for her show. Stormy needed to be sympathetic; she couldn’t just do it for the money. Voila! She got a nephew who needed a heart operation and becomes a mail order bride to save Devon’s life. Basically, I used Devon as a device. He wasn’t intended to be a real character.

Well…in book 3, Alien Intention, Stormy’s sister Sunny decides to make a better life for herself and her son by becoming a mail order bride, too. Of course, she takes Devon with her to Dakon. So then I was stuck with a kid! As in a real life, a kid character can be a real buzz kill when it comes to romance. Sunny and Romando were never going to be able to get it on with Devon around. I had to get rid of the son.

Since Dakon is a planet caught in an ice age, I thought about sending Devon to military snow camp. Lol. I rejected that idea. When I remembered he’d been separated from his favorite aunt Sunny for more than year, I sent him to stay with Aunt Sunny for a while. Problem solved!

In my Alien Mate spinoff series, Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides, I wrote two books, Sixx and Braxx, with secondary kid characters.  (In Alien Mate human women go to planet Dakon; in the Dakonian series, the alien men come to Earth in search of brides. Same aliens; different settings). Sixx is a Dakonian single dad who needs to find a mate and then return to his son. Braxx is a big brother to a little boy in foster care.

My new Alien Castaways series has one book with a child: Wingman. Delia is a single mom to a young daughter with imaginary playmates. When Izzy insists an angel is coming to her birthday party, Delia assumes it’s one of Izzy’s pretend friends. And then the winged alien actually shows up! The scene where Delia meets Wingman is one of my favorites.

Anyway, I would like to know what YOU like. Do like romances with children or babies in them?

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Alien Intention | Sixx | Braxx | Wingman

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10 Secrets about the Alien Castaways #scifiromance #amreading #IntergalacticDatingAgency

  1. The castaways are six alien refugees, “’Topians,” who fled their planet as it was being destroyed, and came to Earth. The Castaway is the name of their ship.
  2. The ‘Topians were genetically engineered by an alien master race called the Xeno Consortium, who stole DNA from across the galaxy to create new lifeforms.
  3. Eons ago, the Xenos came to Earth, collected DNA, and tinkered with the human genome while they were here.
  4. Each Alien Castaway book is titled after the hero and reflects a trait or characteristic about him. CHAMELEON is a shapeshifter, WINGMAN can fly, PSY reads minds, SHADOW can change from solid to vapor; INFERNO manipulates fire; and TIGRE is part saber-toothed tiger.
  5. Alien Castaways is a brotherhood story, a la The Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward, only they’re aliens, not vampires. Each ‘Topian is a different race: Chameleon is a Xeno (yes, his people are the enemy), Wingman is an Avian, Psy is a Verital (from the Latin veritas, which means truth), Inferno is a Luciferan, and Tigre is a Vaporian.
  6. Because of their genetic programming, ‘Topians must find a “genmate,” a female who carries the same genetic marker. For Shadow, it’s especially critical. Due to Xeno malicious trickery, if Vaporians don’t bond with genmates, they’ll die.
  7. The series is set in Argent, Idaho, a fictitious small town (Pop: 500). If you’re familiar with “North Idaho” as the locals call it (as opposed to northern Idaho), Argent is sandwiched between Coeur ‘d Alene and Sandpoint, roughly where Athol is. Argent is named after the Latin word for silver. Silver mining used to be a big industry in North Idaho.
  8. The author (me!) lived in Coeur ‘d Alene for nine years.
  9. Alien Castaways is part of the Intergalactic Dating Agency, a multi-author project of science fiction romances in which aliens come to Earth to meet their humans mates. Each author writes her own series under the IDA umbrella. Those are the unifying factors of the IDA books: Alien hero/human heroine, story set on Earth.
  10. The first four books of the Alien Castaways series have been released, Shadow just last week, Inferno is on preorder for a June 25 release, and Tigre will be published in August. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.

CHAMELEON | WINGMAN | PSY | SHADOW | INFERNO | TIGRE (TBD)

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Shadow: Alien Castaways (Intergalactic Dating Agency) just released! #amreading #romancebooks #scifiromance

Their perfect love has one fatal flaw…

Tragedy sends clairvoyant Mandy Ellison to seek refuge in the small town of Argent, Idaho. Her ESP failed her, and now she’s closing her eyes to the second sight forever—until Shadow, an alien from planet ‘Topia, comes into her healing and wellness center with a request. Will she help him find a mate?

Time is running out for Shadow. His genetics have been programmed with a self-destruct sequence. If he doesn’t bond with a genmate, a female carrying the same mating gene, he eventually will fade from existence. The new clairvoyant in town is his last desperate hope, if she agrees to help him.

But what is an alien to do when attraction leads to love, especially when every indication shows Mandy is not his genmate? Will Mandy find him a mate, hand him over to another woman, and save his life—or will Shadow decide love is worth dying for?

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Shadow is a standalone read in the Alien Castaways (Intergalactic Dating Agency) series.

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Betrayed by her own people, does she dare trust a dragon shifter prince?

The alien dragon shapeshifters who discover Earth come in peace—at first. Then, inexplicably, they threaten to attack. In an attempt to show goodwill and appease the dragons, Earth sends a human woman to become a concubine to one of the Draconian king’s sons, Prince K’ev.

K’ev would sooner give up his ability to breathe fire than accept a human, but when he meets Rhianna, sparks fly, and his dragon realizes she’s his mate.

Rhianna falls for the hot-blooded prince, unaware she’s a key link in a desperate scheme to defeat the dragons, a strike that could backfire with devastating consequences. Will she figure out what Earth has planned in time to save her dragon mate? And if she does, will K’ev be able to save her planet from the fire of angry king’s retaliation?

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Krash: Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides (Intergalactic Dating Agency) is live and available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, and GooglePlay.

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She knows a scammer when she sees one. He’s tall. He’s handsome. He’s wearing fake horns.

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!

With their planet suffering a critical lack of females, Dakonian men begin emigrating to Earth in search of mates. Concerned about the impact of the mass exodus, Krash joins a dating agency to gain passage to Earth so he can convince his fellow Dakonians to return home. As soon as he completes his assignment, he’s going back to Dakon. The last thing he desires is to mate with a human.

Two missions are about to collide in a perfect match.

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Krash was previously published in the anthology Loved in Space. It is also available in the boxed set, Dakonian Alien Mail Order Brides Volume 1.

Read an excerpt from KRASH:

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I stalled out at the Stellar Dust Bin, unsure whether to laugh or leave.

“Is it costume night?” I asked a guy with a protruding forehead and glowing yellow eyes.

Jeh git lee?” he babbled in some fake alien language.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.

He lumbered away, dragging a ridged tail out the back end of his silver jumpsuit, and joined three other dudes in similar costumes at a far table.

You know the practical joke where everyone in the office tells one person they’re all dressing up for Halloween, and then nobody does except the patsy? This was the reverse. I hadn’t gotten the memo costumes were de rigueur. In my black knit dress and sandals, I stood out as the oddball.

Since this wasn’t a real date, there was no need to get fancy, but I didn’t want to tip off the guy I’d caught onto the scam by underdressing. So, I went with simple date attire. I left my shoulder-length hair loose, brushed on a little mascara and lip gloss, and called it good.

“Sit anywhere you’d like, hon. I’ll be with you in a sec.” A waitress wearing a T-shirt and jeans breezed by with a tray of drinks. At least somebody here is normal.

I found a table where I could keep an eye on the door and watch the nutjobs. I had nothing against cosplay, but this crowd had my warning sensors buzzing. Pretend if you must—as long as everyone knows it’s pretense. But when the line between fantasy and reality blurred—or worse, you tried to smear the line for somebody—you needed to get real.

I’d say one thing for the Intergalactic Dating Agency—they didn’t deviate from their marketing pitch one iota. Consistency was vital to any good scam. I’d checked my contract—nothing in it prohibited clients from talking about the service or their satisfaction, and membership information materials referred clients to certain “references” if they had any uncertainties.

When I contacted those references, they rated the agency highly and raved about their dates—seemingly believing with absolute certainty the men were aliens. I suspected they were part of the front, and they’d been paid to say all the right things.

In questioning the women on the reference list, I worried I might have revealed my hand because three months had passed since I’d met with the coordinator, and no date had been found for me.

If the agency had been a legitimate service, the thundering silence would have stirred my insecurities that nobody wanted to date me. However, I figured the IDA had to come up with somebody just to continue the hoax. But when weeks of waiting melted into months, I’d begun to worry I might have blown my cover.

Then, last Tuesday, an email notified me my alien date had arrived. His name was Krash. For his sake, I hoped his alias didn’t describe his spacecraft landing. Har. Har. Krash came from “Dakon.” Big air quotes. After verifying my availability, the IDA set up a meet and greet over cocktails at the Stellar Dust Bin.

I couldn’t wait to see what the agency had come up with—and hear what the dude had to say. I’d bet he had a real creative story. I planned to grill him until he was well done. I rubbed my thumb over the back of my pendant, verifying the micro spy cam was turned on.

I’d never heard of the Stellar Dust Bin, but then I didn’t hang out in a lot of dive bars in downtown New Los Angeles. I arrived early to scope out the place before my date “krash landed.”

Airports had nothing on this joint for people watching. I spotted green Martian men, women with Tinkerbell wings, and people wearing fur suits. Oversized heads on little bodies. Large bodies, small heads. Porcupine quills, masks with snouts and fangs. Several “aliens” required special breathing apparatuses. One guy’s bodysuit made it appear he had transparent skin allowing you to see his internal organs.

I’d been proud of myself when I put together a Lt. Uhuru costume for Halloween. Compared to these folks, I was a rank amateur.

Gawking at the costumes, I almost missed seeing my cocktail waitress arrive. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a puff of smoke, and then poof! There she was, a regular David Copperfield.

“Cool illusion,” I said, regretting I hadn’t been paying attention. When I went to magic shows, I sat front and center to better figure out the tricks.

“I like to make an entrance.” She winked. “My name is Yvffnkn, but you can call me Betty. I’ll be your server.”

As she’d spoken, I’d gotten a glimpse of her tongue. I’d almost swear it was forked and blue, but the bar was dim so it was probably my imagination. On the other hand, some people got into extreme body modification. If they surgically transformed themselves to resemble cats, elves, lizards, and Barbie dolls, why not aliens?

Betty pulled a cocktail napkin from her apron pocket and slapped it on my table. “What can I get ya?”

I stared at her mouth. “Got any happy hour specials?” I asked to get her talking.

“The Star Flight. It’s out of this world.” She chuckled. “Actually, it contains Jamaican rum and Hawaiian fruit juices, but our intergalactic visitors consider it exotic.”

Yeppers. Her tongue was forked and blue. So much for normal.

“I’ll have one of those.”

“You alone, or are you with somebody?”

“I’m waiting for a gentleman from the Intergalactic Dating Agency.”

“We get a quite a few IDA meet-ups here.” She nodded. “You know anything about him?”

Besides him being a con artist? “Only that he’s Dakonian.” What a coincidence my date and the match coordinator’s “husband” originated from the same “planet” of tall, dark, and handsome men. No doubt the agency’s client base of desperate women would think they’d hit the jackpot when their hunky alien arrived. Wouldn’t work on me though. Good looks couldn’t make me forget I knew what he really was.

“Hubba, hubba,” Betty said. “Never met a Dakonian who wasn’t a hottie.” She nodded toward the bar. “Aton, the bartender, is Dakonian.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, he’s been claimed. You want to order a drink for your Dakonian?”

I wouldn’t exactly call him my Dakonian. “I wouldn’t have a clue what he would like, and it’s still early yet, so no.”

“Fair enough. I’ll be back in a flash with your Star Flight.” She vanished in a cloud of smoke and rematerialized at the bar. She said a few words to the bartender then performed her disappearing act and popped up at another table across the room.

I switched on my phone’s flashlight app and swept the floor where she’d been standing. I didn’t see any trap doors. I scooted my chair over and stomped on the hardwood. Solid, not hollow. Neat trick! I wondered why she’d waste her talent waiting tables at a dive bar when she could get a gig as an illusionist.

While the bartender was shaking up a drink—hopefully mine—I logged onto Spacebook, a social media site for IDA clients. I’d only been granted access today. My profile should have gone active upon approval of my membership, but a “glitch” had occurred. Had it really been an oversight, or did the agency suspect I wasn’t who I claimed to be? If I’d been able to log on to Spacebook sooner, it could have been very helpful in my investigation. People unwittingly revealed too much of themselves on public sites. Hence, you could discover very useful info—such as your marriage being invalid.

I rechecked Krash’s profile for an update. Previously, his page had shown only his picture. Handsome guy if his photo was real. His status still read “pending.” Pending what? The date with me?

Unlike the other aliens, he didn’t look happy. The others smiled; his sexy, full mouth drooped like somebody had stolen his spaceship.

I’d never been attracted to the self-involved brooding type, but I had to admit he was hot, despite the fake horns. He had bronzy milk-chocolate skin, shoulder-length near-black hair, and soulful, if morose, eyes. However, if I’d gone so far as to plant a set of antlers on my skull, I would have chosen bigger ones, like maybe bighorn sheep or longhorn steer. I mean, why bother with leathery nubs? Hell, dude, go for broke!

Out of curiosity, I tapped over to the bartender’s page. Aton. Dakonian. Status: Matched.

I scrolled through his profile, noting his likes and dislikes then widened my eyes as I read who he was paired with—Toni Sutterman. Attorney-at-law Antoinette Gates Sutterman, one of the fiercest lawyers in the city and the younger daughter of Caroline Gates, the doyenne of New Los Angeles society. Old money. Country club. Caroline Gates and her two daughters were charter members of the who’s who of respectability.

It seemed unlikely someone as savvy as Toni Sutterman could be conned. Sharp as a laser, she’d do her due diligence. A shadow of doubt crept in. What if the IDA wasn’t scamming innocent women? What if the organization was legit?

Then Toni Sutterman had married an extraterrestrial, and the IDA had flown in aliens. I surveyed the bar patrons. And ergo, some of these weirdos might be real. I eyed the dude drinking rosé who resembled a life-sized Visible Man toy. Except for him. His body suit didn’t pass the believability test.

I snorted. None of these people passed the believability test.

If the Stellar Dust Bin patrons had arrived from outer space, then government and the military would have been involved. The populace wouldn’t calmly go about their business; the country would be in a state of panic and chaos. People would have loaded up their SUVs with canned goods and bottled water and fled to their mountain cabins. Freeways would have been reduced to gridlock. Doomsday preppers would be Tweeting #IToldYouSo from their bunkers. CNN and Fox News would be duking it out, each reporting their distorted version of the “invasion.”

My flash of doubt illustrated how people could fall prey to hoaxes. Con artists identified an entry point of vulnerability and exploited it. Well, it wouldn’t happen to me. Not again. I pressed my lips together, shored up my bullshit deflector, and closed out of Spacebook.

There was a puff of smoke, and then Betty materialized with two drinks in hand. The one in the hurricane glass with a swizzle stick topped by a tiny flying saucer billowed with vapor. “Your Star Flight.” She placed it in front of me. “And a Dakonian ale for your date.” She set a frosty mug of beer on the table opposite me.

“I didn’t order that.”

“Nope, but all the Dakonian boys ask for it, and, if I’m not mistaken, your date has arrived.”

I twisted in my chair. Krash wended his way toward me. I recognized him from his Spacebook photo. Except he was way more attractive in person. I gulped. Take me, you alien devil. Talk about a photo not doing someone justice.

“Good luck, hon.” Betty vanished in a puff of smoke.

“Cyan Blue?” His baritone was oddly accented, not a language I could place.

I stood up. Tall for a woman, I’m eye level with most men, but I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze. Yowsa. I gaped at the chiseled masculine perfection wrapped in buckskins and tied with a leather cord. My gift from the IDA. Definitely worth the wait. Get a grip, girl. Remember your assignment. “You’re Krash?”

“Yes, I am.” He reached up and rubbed one of his horns.

Were they pulsating? Getting bigger? I squinted. The nubs seemed to be swelling. I riveted on those horns, unable to look away. I didn’t see any wires or tubing, but his glossy hair was thick enough to hide electrical leads, a small pump, and possibly a gerbil. My stomach fluttered in an annoying way, and a rush of heat flooded my face.

“Would you like a cocktail? The waitress brought you a Dakonian ale, but you can order something else.”

“Dakonian ale is perfect.” He pulled his chair out and sat down.

“It’s, uh, nice to finally meet you.”

“Were you waiting long? I didn’t think I was late.”

“Oh. No. You’re not. I arrived early. I meant I’ve waited three months for the IDA to pull your name.” I cringed. Why had I admitted that? It was tantamount to saying I was such a loser even a fraudulent escort agency couldn’t find a man willing to date me. This guy’s opinion didn’t matter. Sure, he was freaking gorgeous, but he was abetting a hoax. I gulped my Star Flight before anything else stupid spilled out of my mouth. Fruity and smooth, the drink went down easy. I eyed him over the rim of my glass. His horns were bigger than they had been a moment ago. And they were throbbing.

“Your horns are twitching,” I said.

“That’s never happened to me before.” Ruddy color swept up his cheeks as if he was embarrassed.

Uh-huh. Yeah, right. But the contrast between his uber masculinity and his discomfiture was oddly charming. I took another drink of my Star Flight to counteract the tug. I did not want to like this guy, to be attracted to him. This is a job. Not a date. A job.

I will not have sex with a suspected conspirator.

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