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Taming The Alien King by Rie Warren
Title: Taming The Alien King:
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 1
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance
Release Date: March 12, 2018
Meet the King of Zenithia, Xyib*eepthxnin. If you think his name is difficult to pronounce, his thick alien staff is even harder to choke down. X’s search for a docile breedmate leads him to California because he knows Earth Girls Are Easy. Then he meets Prairie. Docile and easy? Doubtful.
Prairie . . . don’t let the innocent name fool you. This street girl knows a scam when she sees one, and she’s pretty sure X is either a serial killer or an escapee from the psych ward. The thing is, she’s running from trouble of her own and he’s so smoking hot she figures why not?
Praire’s just along for the galactic ride until she figures out X isn’t alien-spoofing her. After her introduction to smoldering cross-species sex and the king’s sweeter side, Prairie has a choice to make. Should she stay or should she go?
The decision is taken out of her hands when one particular challenge for X’s love ends with her life in peril.
“You were jealous, Prairie.” X’s voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever seen.
“What?” I huffed. “Not.”
Smug sexy alien stud.
A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.
Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them.
He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one.
My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.
Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.
“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.
My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.
“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.
As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.
“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
“Then tonight I will stretch you.”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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Guardian by Emmy Chandler
Title: Guardian (Prison Planet Book 1)
Author: Emmy Chandler
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2018
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Author: Emmy Chandler
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2018
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
“Choose wisely. Then keep your head down and do what you’re told. Time will pass, and we’ll be back for you.”
Audra Copeland is among dozens of newly convicted felons dropped off on the prison planet Rhodon, where she discovers that the women of zone four have a long-standing arrangement with the men. If they hand over six of the new arrivals, the men won’t raid. And Audra has just been drafted.
She can take her chances on her own, or select a guardian. The deal is simple, if barbaric: sex, in exchange for food and safety from the other two hundred men in zone four. It’s a terrifying proposal. The men are violent, filthy degenerates.
Then Audra sees Tyson at the edge of the crowd. A hulking, scarred figure, the other men call him a savage, but his clothes are clean, and he’s holding a freshly caught rabbit. He can clearly protect what’s his.
As compassionate as he is powerful, Tyson ignites something fierce in Audra, and their connection is white-hot. The problem? Every thirty days, she’ll have to pick a new guardian.
Now that he’s found Audra, Ty has every intention of keeping her for himself. Even if he has to destroy the fragile zone four peace treaty to do it.
She can take her chances on her own, or select a guardian. The deal is simple, if barbaric: sex, in exchange for food and safety from the other two hundred men in zone four. It’s a terrifying proposal. The men are violent, filthy degenerates.
Then Audra sees Tyson at the edge of the crowd. A hulking, scarred figure, the other men call him a savage, but his clothes are clean, and he’s holding a freshly caught rabbit. He can clearly protect what’s his.
As compassionate as he is powerful, Tyson ignites something fierce in Audra, and their connection is white-hot. The problem? Every thirty days, she’ll have to pick a new guardian.
Now that he’s found Audra, Ty has every intention of keeping her for himself. Even if he has to destroy the fragile zone four peace treaty to do it.
Available in Kindle Unlimited
Emmy Chandler likes tee-shirts and lattes. She firmly believes every woman deserves an arm chair in front of the window, near an outlet close enough to power a mug warmer and charge an e-reader.
Her perfect afternoon includes cold weather, thick blankets, warm soup, and a good book.
Emmy has another career under another name.
Her perfect afternoon includes cold weather, thick blankets, warm soup, and a good book.
Emmy has another career under another name.
Starstruck Holidays by Lia Davis
Heat up your holidays with four out of this world, MM sci-fi romance novellas from five bestselling authors.
Available Dec 13th – Starstruck Holidays Anthology
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Title: Starstruck Holidays
Anthology Authors: Jennifer Loring, B. Leslie Tirrell, Merryn Dexter, Kerry Adrienne and Lia Davis
Genre: MM Sci-Fi Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2016
Format: Digital
Anthology Authors: Jennifer Loring, B. Leslie Tirrell, Merryn Dexter, Kerry Adrienne and Lia Davis
Genre: MM Sci-Fi Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2016
Format: Digital
From Jennifer Loring: NO ONE ON EARTH ~ Erukkass has located his deceased lover in another dimension and refuses to leave without him. Jon, grieving a devastating loss, turns to the native legend of Handsome Fellow for comfort. When he and Erukkass meet, can they forge a future together, or will two timelines that have always intersected, no matter when or where, finally be forced to diverge?
From Merryn Dexter: CONJUNCTION ~ The mystical Conjunction of the moons of Elexon sets two men on a collision course. A pirate and a prince — nothing in common but the attraction burning between them. What starts as a fling soon grows serious, but a relationship built on a foundation of secrets and constructed from lies is no relationship at all.
From B. Leslie Tirrell: ARIZONA IMPULSE ~ Ambassador Kallell Tezak, the youngest member of the Galaxy Alliance, overhears two of his fellow ambassadors conspiring to take control of the device that protects the galaxy from famine. Kallell knows it is his duty to stop them, but he also wants to enjoy his favorite holiday, Genzebe. Kallell might even summon the bravery to confess his love for the shy and serious Esten Lazzaro—his second in command.
From Kerry Adrienne and Lia Davis: FIRST CONTACT ~ Fugitive Tristan Hawthorne escapes imprisonment only to crash-land on an unidentified, uncharted planet where he faces an alien who stirs passions he thought were long buried. With one working ship and a failing planetary cloaking device, it’s a short time till humans discover Oria and Tristan is recaptured. Under the starry, moonlit sky of the holiday Jainfest, the men learn to overcome their feelings of fear and distrust, and wind up finding out they aren’t so different after all.
Excerpt:
No One On Earth By Jennifer Loring
Jonathan Kline saw ghosts.
More precisely, he saw one ghost, whose blurry form—in its steadfast refusal to interact with him—reinforced the violence that haunted Jon each time he closed his eyes. Metal crunching and glass shattering. The mournful scream of tires on asphalt. Flames raging but, if there was comfort to be found, Daniel had been spared a fiery end. Instead, the force of impact had propelled him through the windshield face-first and left him dead in the street of a fractured skull and broken neck, his features masked with gore. The coroner had assured Jon he’d died before he hit the pavement, as though that diminished Jon’s pain in any meaningful way.
The ghost walked through walls and vanished in the middle of rooms. It had become such a common occurrence that it no longer startled or surprised him. Jon was used to seeing things, even if the Sight had failed him when he’d needed it most.
He gazed at the blazing blue stars of M45, the Seven Sisters of the Pleiades—though only six were visible to the naked eye—and took a long swig of beer. Therapy hadn’t worked. Pills hadn’t worked. He had lost their apartment in the city when he could no longer fathom the point of getting out of bed to go to work at the observatory, despite being one of those rare people who did what he loved for a living. Every time he had opened the door on the apartment’s contemptuous silence, he wished he would die. Once the eviction notice arrived, he’d crawled back to the reservation and deeper into the bottle. As if in a final slap in the face of Daniel’s memory, he’d let himself become a fucking stereotype.
The elders recommended he return to tradition for solace. Learn the language, the ceremonies, maybe some skilled handiwork. His friend Sam was a talented tailor; why not study with her? He’d lived in the city too long, they’d said. He’d let his college education erase the connections to his ancestors.
The subtext? You fell for that skinny white boy and forgot who you are.
So he got a job at the casino as a bartender, which he despised, but it fell in line with the sort of thing a washed-up college athlete might do. He sneaked shots when his customers abandoned the bar to try their luck on the floor. He brought those customers—the reasonably attractive male ones, anyway, both openly gay and the “I swear I’m straight but want to fuck a guy” variety—home and gave them what they sought. Occasionally, he ventured back into the city and the clubs, hunting for the same thing. A metaphorical and literal filling of holes. But Daniel was still dead, and Jon was still a suicidal twenty-eight-year-old drunk living in a shitty trailer on the rez. His parents had disowned him the second “I love him” had come out of his mouth.
You didn’t see it coming, the elders said, because you forgot who you are.
Fuck them. They didn’t know him.
Two feet of snow already blanketed the ground, piled thickly alongside the roads. Delicate, filigreed flakes drifted from the sky. The glow of booze suffused Jon’s limbs, and his toes prickled. He’d neglected to put on shoes or even socks.
His tribe was one that believed all indigenous people had descended from Pleiadean Star People. Some tribes prayed to them for happiness. Some believed a Savior lived there. Jonathan believed in nothing anymore, so he spit at the stars and, on numb toes, hobbled into his trailer.
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