Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Guest Author Cathy Pegau: Revelation in First LadyLove #lesfic

First Ladylove is an ARe Bestseller and is climbing the lesbian romance charts at Amazon! Get your copy at ARe or AMZ. Enjoy this preview from Cathy Pegau's story, REVELATION.

About the Story

After their rebel company is routed by the king’s forces, mage Lizbet and swordswoman Sahra are caught behind enemy lines. Sahra respects the mage’s power but is obligated to protect her as a member of her company and a scarce resource. She also begins to see Lizbet in a way she’d never thought of her compatriot before. Lizbet has always liked the reticent Sahra and is grateful to have the sword swinger at her side. She would like there to be more between them, but they have to survive their trek through enemy territory first. As the two make their way back with critical information for the leader of the rebellion, secrets and feelings are revealed.

Excerpt:

The woodland between the mountains and the River Darsk wasn’t particularly wide, but it was full of tall, thick evergreens as well as deciduous trees. The ground between the arms-wide trunks was covered in broken boughs and dried leaves and needles. It smelled of decaying logs and moss. A few fallen giants had opened the canopy, giving rise to new growth and patches of bright sunlight.
Sahra avoided those areas. Better to stay in the shadows, their boots muffled by the softer ground cover.
Overhead, birds called and tree-dwellers scurried across thick bark. There were animals that lived on the forest floor, but they were smart enough to disappear into the shadows well before she and Lizbet would have a chance to see them.
Sahra glanced at Lizbet walking beside her, then back to the path. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the mage. Or her own thoughts. The warm, tingling sensation of Lizbet’s hand in hers had made her palm itch. Sahra had taken it for some sort of magical residue and tried to ignore it. But then Lizbet’s hand on her chest was another matter. She couldn’t feel the heat of it through her mail shirt, just its presence, and for more than a moment Sahra wanted that hand on her with nothing between them.
The idea was startling, but not unwelcome. Sahra had never considered Lizbet as anything more than a comrade. She had never bedded a woman. What would that be like? What would she be like? Sahra’s intimate encounters with males had been few, fleeting, and purely to relieve frustrations. Would it be the same with someone like Lizbet?
Now was not the time to consider such things, but perhaps when they were safely back in their own territory and could let down their guard…
She looked over at Lizbet again.
There was a wrinkle between the mage’s eyes as she monitored the ward surrounding them and kept up with the longer-legged Sahra. Sweat dampened her temples. Was the effort of maintaining the ward too much on top of traveling? They’d been walking at a steady but not overly fast pace for nearly two hours, from what Sahra could reckon.
“Do you want to rest?” she asked, slowing.
Lizbet walked past her several steps then turned. She seemed distracted or confused.
“Lizbet, are you—”
The mage held up her hand, stopping Sahra. The wrinkle between her eyes deepened and she slowly pivoted. “Someone’s out there,” she whispered.
Sahra swung her head this way and that, trying to see or hear anything. She drew her sword from its sheath, the heft of steel reassuring. “Where?” she asked just as quietly.
Lizbet pointed to the south, toward the River Darsk. She turned slightly to her left and pointed again, using two fingers. Pointed again to the west, four fingers spread. She turned quickly to the east, the direction they’d been heading. She raised six fingers.
Damn it. Six on two, coming from three fronts. Not great odds. Not impossible, depending on the Korrideans’ skill level, but not great.
“How far?”
Before Lizbet could reply, a small fireball exploded against the tree trunk ten feet away. Sahra jerked Lizbet toward her and around, putting her armored back to the flames.
“I’d have to say not far,” Lizbet quipped as she straightened.


About the Author:

Cathy Pegau started writing sword and sorcery fantasy as a teen (MANY years ago), has dabbled in science fiction romance (maybe more than dabbled, as she has 3 SFR novels out), and is currently writing a historical mystery series (no SFF in that one). She lives in Alaska with her family and a houseful of pets.

Finder her at http://cathypegau.com, on Twitter @CathyPegau, and on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Cathy-Pegau-184452628282206

Monday, September 28, 2015

Guest Author Anastasia Vitsky: Dreams of Flying from First Ladylove #lesfic

First Ladylove releases today! Get your copy at ARe or AMZ. Enjoy this preview from Anastasia Vitsky's story.

DREAMS OF FLYING by Anastasia Vitsky
Lesbian Romance
part of the First Ladylove anthology

Retirement means saying good-bye to everything she knows...and hello to a whole new world.
When Karla Jamison marries her husband and gives birth to her daughter, she thinks she has followed society’s rules. But after Ray’s death six months later, she throws herself into librarianship and single motherhood. What would her daughter and community say if they knew Mrs. Raymond Jamison loved women?
She keeps her secret until retiring at age sixty-one, fulfilling a promise to Ray by relocating to a tiny, historic town in Florida. There she meets Annabelle Trelanka, who spends every possible second on the flying bridge of her cabin cruiser. After choosing to stay single rather than declare her sexuality, Annabelle loves the freedom she finds on water.
Where will Karla’s new freedom take her? Is she ready for the next big change in her life?

Excerpt
“Don’t be afraid.” Safely ensconced in the flying bridge of my Oneir, I beckon to Karla shivering at the bottom of the ladder. “You’re okay with heights, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” She pats the top rung of the ladder as if testing whether it will crumble. “It’s shaking.”
“That’s the water.” I sit on the bridge, swinging my legs and kicking at the metal fixture. “See? I couldn’t knock this down if I tried.”
She jumps back, bumping into the wall behind her. She adjusts her glasses with a trembling hand. “I can look at the ocean from here, thanks. You said it’s deep enough for diving, but I’m not planning on it.”
“You climbed more stairs to my condo, and you didn’t have a problem with that.” I shouldn’t push, but I want Karla to take the chance. I’ve never had a woman on my bridge, or at least not one like her. I can think of ten different ways to enjoy the moonlight, but I can’t scare her yet.
She sets a sensibly sandaled foot onto the first rung but pulls away. “What’s so great about your top deck, anyway?”
“Scoot over.” I shimmy down the ladder and take her by the waist. “Go on. I’ll be right behind you.”
“I’m fine!” She puffs, gripping the metal edges without moving. “I don’t—”
I haul her upward, first one step and then another until her delectable bottom rises to eye level. The white fabric of her three-quarter-length slacks shows faint panty lines, and I pat for encouragement. “It’s safe.”
“That’s enough.” She slips one foot downward to descend after her second step.
Before I can think, I deliver a crisp, noisy smack to the back pocket of her pants. She freezes, and I curse myself. Too forward. She wriggles in unconscious invitation, and I fight a losing battle not to smack the other side.
“Ouch!” She gives a breathy giggle as my hand makes a second impact. “Now who’s the dirty old woman?”
“You’ll pay for that.” I’m glad she can’t see the ridiculous grin spreading across my face.
“Oh, please.” She lowers herself one more step, leaning until her back nestles against my chest.
I wrap her in a soundless slow dance to the lapping of waves against the boat. By some unfathomable stroke of good fortune, this creature has made Oneir live up to its name.
Dream.

About the Author
Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in naughty F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of books, community, and making a difference.
She is too afraid to watch Doctor Who, but she adores The Good Wife, Madam Secretary, and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust.
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Friday, September 25, 2015

Guest Author Nikko Lee - Wolf Creek


Please welcome Nikko Lee to AReCafe!

Omegas Rule

Just about everyone knows what an alpha wolf is. He is the leader of the pack. The strongest, most domineering wolf in the pack. Usually a pack will have an alpha male and an alpha female who rule over the pack.

Some people have heard of beta wolves. These are the second in commands who support the alphas, but may also make a move for leadership if the alphas should show weakness.

So what is an omega wolf?

In every hierarchical system, there is always someone at the bottom of the pecking order. In a wolf pack, this would be the smallest, weakest or most timid wolf. The omega wolf bears the brunt of the pack’s aggression.

In Wolf Creek, Josh has always viewed being an omega werewolf as a curse. It is a birthright and a position he inherits when his mother is killed. Far from accepting his lot as his mother did, Josh is determined to break free from the pack and start his own life.

Only Josh doesn’t realize how powerful an omega werewolf can be. They are the only wolves that can identify alphas and gauge their strength without bloodshed. Omegas also have the ability to diffuse tension and influence others in the pack without using force.

There is no pack without an alpha, but without an omega the pack would be ruled by violence.

While coming to terms with his omega heritage, Josh must find an alpha strong enough to control New England’s largest pack, convince the Amazon vigilantes to re-instate their treaty with the pack, survive a new best friend who might be more dangerous than his enemies and stop himself from falling for a man who might just be the man Josh has been looking for.

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The author is a scientific curator who enjoys writing genre fiction
from erotica to horror under the pen name Nikko Lee. Born in Canada,
she moved to Maine after completing a PhD in Zoology and her
post-doctoral training. She resides near Bar Harbor with her husband,
daughter, two cats and malamute. She blogs about hiking, writing and
science at www.nikkolee.com.

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Thursday, September 24, 2015

Guest Author KT Grant: Mile High Pleasures in First Ladylove #lesfic

Please welcome KT Grant to preview another great story in First Ladylove!

Buy First Ladylove: ARe ~ AMZ

About Mile High Pleasures
Set in a world of flying steam airships and robots, the unappreciative Lottie Bells toils away as a seamstress. The only bright side is a visit from her childhood friend, Diana Russell, a lieutenant in the British Royal Air Navy. But when Lottie sees Diana again, she’s confused by her attraction to the beautiful lieutenant, who makes Lottie an enticing offer that may change their relationship forever.

Excerpt
“You’re not going anywhere.” Diana wrapped her hand around Charlotte’s wrist and yanked her back down. She stumbled and landed hard against Diana, pushing her back against the cushions. Sitting up, Diana’s arms came around her and their noses bumped against one another. Charlotte swallowed, her throat and mouth dry. The hooded stare Diana gave her made her lower extremities clench, and she bit her lip.
“If you keep biting your lip, I may end up kissing you again,” Diana whispered and cupped Charlotte’s cheek.
“I don’t understand what’s going on between us. Ever since we shared those kisses, I’ve been so confused. What I’m feeling for you isn’t right.”
Diana caressed Charlotte’s throat. Charlotte’s eyelids fluttered, and she inhaled through her nose to stop from moaning.
“Why isn’t it right? Because we’re both women and have been taught that we should marry men and procreate with them? I never wanted that, and I don’t think you do either.”
“But we can’t be anything more than friends. You’re going to leave me soon, and I’ll be all alone—”
Diana pressed her mouth to hers, molding her lips over Charlotte’s in a strong suction. She moaned and dug her fingers into the front of Diana’s shirt. Diana increased the pressure of the kiss and Charlotte spread her palms over her chest, jerking back when Diana’s nipples hardened.
“Oh….” Charlotte whispered, and, when Diana nipped her mouth, she joined in, rubbing against Diana as she tried to find some sort of relief.
Diana broke off the kiss, and, with a swipe of her tongue over Charlotte’s mouth, she sat up and lifted Charlotte away until she pushed her on her back and leaned over her.
She gazed up at Diana, out of breath, her own chest heaving and her nipples tightening as the clenching between her legs grew. “I feel so strange.”
Diana slowly unbuttoned the front of Charlotte’s dress. “Strange as in wrong, or strange as in wonderful?” she asked, and when the top of Charlotte’s bosom was revealed, she placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin.
Charlotte’s clutched Diana’s arms. “Wonderful, but also….”
“Unknown? I know, Lottie. I’ve been living with my feelings for you for years and wasn’t sure how you would respond to me.”
“Respond?” Charlotte asked.
Diana traced a nail across the top of her breast. Charlotte sighed and moved her hands up higher to play with Diana’s hair.
“I was afraid you would be disgusted with me. After the kisses we shared, you acted shocked and didn’t say anything. That was why I left the way I did. But then when you wrote me and didn’t bring up the incident. I thought you forgave me and wanted to be friends and nothing more.”
Diana’s eyes were bright with tears. Charlotte blinked away the dampness forming in her own. She pulled Diana’s head down and brushed her hand over her curls. “I would never be disgusted by you. I’ve dreamt of kissing you each night. Now that you’re leaving me, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Diana lifted her head and smiled. “I’m leaving, but not without you. I can’t stand another second without you by my side. I hate it when we’re apart.”
“I-I don’t understand. How can we be together?” Charlotte swept her fingers over Diana’s face as if to memorize it.
“Ever since we met in Hyde Park, when we were girls, and you helped rescue my kite from getting stuck in a tree, I’ve adored you. And when I grew into womanhood, I knew what I felt for you wasn’t just friendship. I wanted more. And I think you do, too, but need me to push you into accepting my terms in order for us to be together.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened when Diana curled her hands into her hair and pulled her face in close to hers.
“When my father and I leave for Boston, you’re coming with us, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Diana’s mouth came crashing down on hers. This time her tongue slid inside Charlotte’s mouth that had dropped open in shock. She arched her back when Diana’s palms cupped her breasts and molded them, her thumbs swiping her nipples. And when Diana’s hand slipped inside her corset, she gasped and lifted her leg to curve around Diana’s hip.
“Do you like how I touch you?” Diana whispered and circled her hand over Charlotte’s breast, squeezing lightly.
“Yes!” Charlotte gave her mouth to Diana again. When Diana kissed her, she wanted to experience more. As to what that mysterious more was, she wanted Diana to show her.

About KT Grant
KT Grant is a self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well-known book blogger who doesn’t shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud native of New Jersey, KT is multi-published and writes Gay, Lesbian and Straight romance. KT has been a top ten best-selling author at Amazon, as well as being a multiple All Romance Ebooks best seller and a Night Owl Reviews Top Author Pick. KT is also About.com’s Romance Novel Expert and Columnist.

KT loves to hear from readers. You can drop KT an email at ktgrnt@gmail.com.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Guest Author Trevann Rogers

Please welcome Trevann to the blog today!

Thank you Leigh for allowing me to join you today.  Although I have been writing short stories since high school, House of the Rising Son is my first novel length project and the first I pitched. Playing in this world, with these characters, has been not only a way to relax, but also a way to escape daily stress.  These characters have been appearing in short stories for years in one incarnation or another, shared only with a small band of fellow writers. Now I’d like to introduce them to you, and hope that you will love them as much as I.

Blurb
Living After Midnight, Book 1

Sex. Rebellion. Rock and roll.

Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.

Alexander's future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who'd be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He's barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.

As Cheyenne's musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can't let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who's not sure if he's falling for the incubus or the rocker.

Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.

Excerpt:
While waiting for their drinks, Alexander studied the deep grooves carved into the table, trying to ignore the friction of Cheyenne’s thigh rubbing against his as the musician tapped a heel to the thump of the DJ’s music. Once the drinks arrived, Alexander downed half the bottle before he realized Cheyenne’s large green eyes were staring at him.
“So where’s your girl, Prudhomme? I mean, Prune Danish. No, wait...”
“Prudish. Shit, Prudence,” Alexander sputtered.
Cheyenne’s eyes sparkled. “No, you got it right the first time. Where is she?”
He shrugged. “Home, I guess.”
Cheyenne cocked his head. “Oh, really?” He put his hand on Alexander’s leg. “What’s up? You can tell me.”
“It’s not working out.” Alexander dragged his teeth over his lower lip. “It’s my fault.” He couldn’t keep his attraction to Cheyenne out of his voice. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
Cheyenne put his thumb to his lip and paused. “It’s like the drink.”

Alexander tilted his head, not sure he heard correctly. “The drink?”

“Yeah, that nasty ass bourbon. I bet your father drinks it. Your uncles. All your friends. Everybody, right?”

He didn’t answer, but waited for Cheyenne to continue.

“It was just expected that you’d drink it too. So you did.” His hand moved up Alexander’s thigh. “But now, maybe it’s okay to drink what you like. A different brand, a better vintage. Because you want it. Because it tastes better.” Cheyenne licked his lips. “Because it feels right.”
Alexander cleared his throat and brushed his lap, pushing Cheyenne’s hand away. “I can’t.”
“If you change your mind, let me know.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not that easy. My whole life will change.”

“It already has.”


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Like Joan Jett says, I love rock and roll. I also love to read. Normally I keep several books open at one time and savor/devour each one. Some people may not be able to open another book while they're still engaged in one story, but I find I can keep track well enough. It's how I'm able to exceed my Goodreads challenge goals, and since I do some editing/proofing on the side it helps to have multi-tasking skills.

Anyway, we're here to talk rockin' reads, and I've had a pretty rockin' month. I just finished serializing a M/M Men of Sylvester Street story, On the Sly, for the Sexy To Go box set series. On the Sly appeared in Volumes 6, 7, and 8. When I collect it for individual release, I'll be pairing it with another story in the series, Sly Vs. Sly, now in progress. Daring Destiny, part of the all F/F anthology First Ladylove is out and getting all sorts of attention. The latter is more about wine than rock and roll, though, but if you think about it the two go together. :-)

For rockin' reads, I plan in October and beyond to re-release the first four books in the Home to Dareville series, of which Daring Destiny is a part. Daring Him (formerly Truth or Dare) has a new cover and just needs some touching up. Then Daring Her (formerly Dare Me) is next. These first two books star rock musicians, both leaving the big city for small town inspiration. I look forward to bringing them back to new readers who enjoy contemporary with a bit of spice. ;-)

As for rockin' inspiration, it's no secret I enjoy music as I write. I'm totally devoted to classic rock: Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Who, Traffic, Genesis, Rush, all the big power bands of the 70s-80s. Can't get enough of them. I couldn't tell you who's on the Billboard charts now, if they still exist.

Who are some of your favorite rock bands/musicians? I'll do an extra giveaway and choose a comment at random to win a free eBook from my backlist.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Guest Author Jessica E. Subject: Cosmic Sutra from First Ladylove #lesfic

Please welcome Jessica E. Subject with a preview of her First Ladylove story!
Buy It! ARe ~ AMZ

About the Story

When Victoria is offered a scholarship to attend Thanh Academy for her last year of university, she jumps at the opportunity. Nothing could be more practical in her psychology studies than to travel to the other side of the universe and live amongst the life forms she strives to learn from.

Upon her arrival, she is met with hostility. Convincing the other students she is not like those from Earth who came before her takes time, but eventually she is embraced by a small group of friends, including a sexy female alien she fantasizes about on a daily basis.

Based on past experience, will Victoria keep her lust hidden deep inside to prevent losing a friend? Or will she confess her feelings to Kaye and possibly find her one true love?

Enjoy an excerpt - PG

Victoria headed to the dining hall, empty except for two greys at the table farthest from the buffet. They eyed her and whispered to each other behind their long, spindly-fingered hands. She grabbed what looked to be a sandwich with purple bread and green toppings—nothing fuzzy, so she set it on her tray and hurried back to her room. No point in sticking around where she wasn’t wanted.

While she ate, Victoria studied the class textbook on her tablet. Their first lab was to study various cognitive reactions to differing objects. Kaye had already decided they were going to study the heart rate of individuals in their reactions to various races at the school. Sure her partner just wanted to prove how much everyone hates Terrans, Victoria agreed anyway. No point in arguing. She’d already observed plenty of other cues indicating their disdain for her.

Fifteen minutes before the scheduled lab time, she left, heading to the psychology wing. The hall lights had been dimmed compared to the daytime and gave the place an eerie glow. Though the greys had denied ever abducting anyone from Earth, Victoria might have believed otherwise if she happened to meet one along the way. Her pulse raced as she eyed the numbers on each door, trying to locate the correct one.

“C’mon, already.”

Victoria gasped, placing her palm on her chest.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me I managed to scare a Terran.”

“My name is Victoria.” She’d had enough of being referred to by her home planet, as if everyone on Earth was related and possessed the same personality and motivation. “And you just caught me off guard. It’s late, and I’m tired.”

“That’s strange.” Kaye held the door open as Victoria ducked into the room. “I thought your kind thrived at night.”

She surveyed the area, rubbing her arms. “Not me. I just want to get this over with and return to bed.” A wave of sleepiness washed over her at the thought.

“Fine.” Kaye’s antennae stood straight up rather than curving forward like they normally did. She’d lost her six inch glass claws, her exoskeleton only covering her arms down to her knuckles like a pair of fingerless gloves. “You go into the closet and record the results. I’ll stay out here to welcome our test subjects and hook them up, okay?”

Victoria cocked her head to the side. For the first time since they’d been partnered, Kaye had actually asked her opinion. “I guess.”

“It’s just that if they see you before the test, it will skew the results. I can’t help it if everyone feels that way about your kind. It’s just the way it is.”

With a nod, Victoria entered the cramped smaller room, not much bigger than a broom closet. If she didn’t know any better, she would have believed Kaye felt bad about the discrimination. Was the leabu beginning to soften? She could only hope.

Enjoy an excerpt – Adult

Twenty students arrived to be tested, a record number compared to any one-day lab Victoria had been involved in back on Earth. She ensured the results had saved to her files before forwarding a copy to Kaye, who was on her way out, probably wanting to get away from her as soon as possible. After shutting down all of the equipment, she left the tiny room. A whistled breath startled her. She shuffled back a step and glanced around for the source of the noise. The leabu sat in the corner of the room, her knees pulled up to her chin.

“What are you still doing here?” And why hadn’t she heard her come back inside?

Kaye sighed. “Just waiting out the rain.”

Rain? A sudden chunk of information popped into Victoria’s mind before she opened her mouth to ask why. Leabus couldn’t handle rain that had even the slightest bit of acidity. It would burn her skin. “You live off campus then?” And far away, too, considering all the nearby buildings were connected by underground tunnels and skyways.

Kaye nodded, her lids appearing heavy over her eyes. “I might end up crashing here for the night if it doesn’t let up soon.”

“Oh.” Victoria crossed one arm in front of her, clasping the other. “You don’t have any other place to go?”

“No, but it’s okay. I’m used to it.”

Rubbing her hand down her arm, Victoria gulped. “Um, you’re welcome to stay in my room for a bit. It’s got to be more comfortable than the floor.”

Kaye’s ears wiggled, but the smile that had earlier accompanied the gesture never came. “Really? You want me to stay with you?”

Rolling her eyes, Victoria glanced away. Why did this have to be so hard? “I know I’m just a lowly Terran. Forget I said anything.”

“No!” Kaye jumped to her feet. “It’s just, I never expected you to offer, with your kind.... With me being so rude to you.”

Victoria shrugged. “I just thought it would be better than being stuck in the lab all night.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“It’s up to you.” She refused to force the leabu, or anyone, to come to her room. It was a kind gesture she would have offered anyone. “But the invitation stands.”

“Thank you. That would be wonderful. Let me call my roommates to let them know where I’ll be.”

By the time they reached Victoria’s room, she was ready to crash again. Only a few hours awake, she yearned to sleep away the last day of no classes. If not for the constant ping of Kaye’s com unit—calls from her friends asking if she’d been drugged by the Terran—she would have fallen asleep in the lift ride up to her floor. Yet, she didn’t want to be rude to her guest.

“Go ahead and take my bed.” With a quick switch of the pillows, she made the tiny couch into her own sleeping area. It didn’t matter where she ended up bunking because, the moment her head hit the pillow, she would fall fast asleep.

Kaye nodded. “Okay, thank you.” She pressed a button on her shoulder, and her exoskeleton peeled off with a whoosh, clicking as piece after piece folded into each other until it sat at her feet. The only part of her protection left was the air tanks plugged directly into the flesh on her back.

Victoria gasped and turned away, trying to forget the image of the leabu’s naked porcelain skin. Her delicate feminine curves were barely hidden under the clear suit to begin with, but she had seen much more with it off, Kaye’s fragility, but also the rosy peaks of her breasts and the bare folds of skin between her legs. No matter how hard Victoria tried to clear the picture from her mind, she couldn’t, desire speeding up her heart rate and blasting away the tiredness that had plagued her moments ago. How was she supposed to sleep with a naked woman in her room? Leabu or not, Kaye awakened her lust the way no woman on Earth had been able to. Not for a long time, anyway.

“I know I look weird without my suit on, but it’s not exactly comfortable to sleep in.”

“Weird?” Victoria cleared her throat and dared to take another glance, not wanting her guest to think her rude. “Not the word I’d use.”

About the Author
Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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Monday, September 21, 2015

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Two rugged cowboys know what they want: the biker chick who just became their neighbor. Falling in love can sometimes happen for three, not just two . . . 

COMMITMENT, a sexy romantic novella by award-winning author Ann Jacobs 
For these long-time lovers, falling in love means learning that commitment doesn’t have to mean losing the magic they’ve shared . . . 

LOVE ME NOW, a sexy novella by USA Today bestselling author Ari Thatcher 
Long ago, he inadvertently overlooked her, but he can’t get enough of her laughter now. He’ll give anything now for a chance to earn her love . . . 




A KILLING TIDE, NY Times bestselling novel by PJ Alderman 
He’s investigating a killing, and her brother is his prime suspect. Not the best timing for romance, but neither he nor she can resist falling in love, no matter what . . . 

WORTH THE WAIT, a sexy novella by bestselling author Lynn LaFleur 
Falling in love can happen at first sight. He does, and he’s determined to persuade the woman who’s given up on the emotion that Happily Ever After is not a myth, but a certainty . . . 

IMPULSIVE PLEASURES, an erotic novella by award-winning author KyAnn Waters 
Neither the difference in their ages nor the inconvenient circumstances that bring them together can make them resist each other. Falling in love happens when it’s least expected . . . 

GEEK MEETS GIRL, a novella set in the world of sci-fi reenactments, by Kathryn Lively 
A Time Lord, a Trekker, and a ghostbuster walk into a science fiction convention. One finds love, one finds trouble, one finds both . . . 

Sensual Romances for Every Mood 

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