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Alien Alphas Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas Release Boost

 
 
Title: Alien Alphas 
Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas 
New York Times, USA Today 
And International Bestselling Authors
 
Authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, 
Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett,  Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, 
Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, 
and Sophie Kisker
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fierce warriors.
Savage barbarians.
Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York TimesUSA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Strangeways by Addison Cain:
 
The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.
He’d told me to stay.
 
I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.
 
It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.
 
It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.
And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.
 
And I… I had liked it.
 
It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.
 
That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.
Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.
 
And it had felt good. Better than good.
 
No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.
 
Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.
 
The Ghost in the Stars by Sophie Kisker:
 
Keelie is getting a spanking from Siridin.
 
“How many more?” she asked, trying to steel herself.
 
“A question like that will get you spanked between the legs if you ever ask it again.  And the answer will always be: until I feel like stopping.”
 
She whimpered.  She gripped his leg hard as he resumed the stinging slaps. She abandoned her thin thread of control, pleading and struggling. He merely gripped her tighter and kept going, until she was sobbing out her apologies and promising to never disobey again.
 
At last it stopped.
 
“Shh…”  he whispered as he stroked her back. “It’s over now.  You did fine.  And I know you’ll remember this lesson.”
 
“Yes, sir,” she hiccupped.
 
There was nothing angry in his tone.  There was only gentle touching now.  She was so confused, and it only made her weep harder.  She didn’t know if he understood, but he turned her over and held her against his chest without saying anything.
 
Eventually her crying stopped.
 
“You did good.  We’ll work on it.”
 
She shook her head.  “I’m never going to do anything wrong ever again.”
 
He started to say something, then stopped, and instead helped her to stand. She looked down at his thighs and to her horror saw a huge wet spot right over the bulge on his trousers.  She’d leaked during the spanking?
 
He followed her gaze and chuckled.
 
She was mortified.  Horrified.  She turned and ran into the fresher and slammed the door.  She stripped off the shirt and turned on the shower and soaped and rinsed until there was no lubrication anywhere between her legs.  Her humiliation was complete, and she vowed to stay in the shower for the rest of her life.
 
Draekon Rescue By Lee Savino:
 
EXCERPT 1
 
When you said mate in pairs,” I whisper, “did you mean what I think you did? Like all three of us at the same time?”
 
“Yes,” Tin says simply.
 
Oh God. Sex with two hot aliens. At once. Is it wrong that I’m intrigued? Turned on?
Stop it. Perv.
 
I cross my legs and press them together to relieve a faint prickle. The two Draekons are staring at me. I need to say something. Anything.
 
I volunteer as tribute.
 
EXCERPT 2
 
Tin’s expression softens. “Draekons transform once when they first recognize their mate,” he says. “After that, they need to claim her before they can transform at will.”
 
Claim their mate. Claim me.
 
“What does that mean? Are you going to bite my neck or something? Drain my blood under a full moon? Will you sparkle?” Okay, I might be getting just a tiny bit hysterical here.
 
Both men look confused. “To claim you, we will have sex with you,” Crothyr says. “At the same time.”
 
Dark Warlord by Cynthia Sax:
 
“Fighter Batu has vowed to protect the settlement.” Genine relayed that information, bracing for resistance. He was an unknown male, would soon kill her. Her friends wouldn’t like that.
 
“Fighter Batu is a monster.” Ema-974 spat on the white sand.
 
“Fighter Batu is an honorable warrior.” And he was a bit of the beast. Genine glanced at him. He waited alone, his sword in his right hand, a scowl on his primitive face. The male was ready for battle. That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. “You wouldn’t judge me harshly if I killed him in battle, would you?”
 
“No,” Ema-974 hastily answered. “You’re facing him so Ema-1006 won’t have to.”
 
“By taking her place, you’ve saved her lifespan.” Di-971 looked one wrong word away from bursting into tears. “We’ll be forever grateful to you.”
 
“Then don’t judge Fighter Batu harshly for killing me in battle.” Genine was a warrior. She knew she’d die with a weapon in her hands. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. It was smaller, lighter than Batu’s but the blade had inflicted its share of death. “It is my wish, my last wish, that he safeguard the settlement.”
 
Di-971 made a hurting sound.
 
“We will honor your wish.” Ema-974 lifted her chin. “But you could defeat him.”
 
“I won’t defeat him.” Genine watched as the victor of the previous battle exited the ring. 
 
Once he was out of view of the audience, he rushed to a patch of sand, bent over, and vomited, that scent mixing with the aroma of urine and blood. Genine gazed at him with sympathy. First kills were always emotionally traumatic.
 
A scavenged ship panel had been modified to carry the losers out of the ring. The corpse was a crimson mess. The would-be warrior had been a mere solar cycle older than she’d been when she faced her first battle.
 
If her brothers hadn’t surrounded her, compensating for her errors, she would have met the same fate as the boy. She would have died on the battlefield.
 
Her brothers weren’t with her now and she was tired, so very tired of fighting alone. Her glance slid to Batu. She’d give him the show he requested, battling him and death with every part of her, but she accepted her future.
 
“You should leave.” She told the two females, not wanting them to see her die.
 
Di-971 sobbed.
 
“We’re staying.” Ema-974 insisted.
 
A horn sounded three times. The gates swung open. Genine hadn’t the time to argue with the females. The battle was starting.
 
Under Contract by Jaye Peaches:
 
He’s not Oparian. He towers above the local guests with muscles that bulge in every direction. He’s tinted his hair to fit in with the fair Oparians, however, his eyes are like black matter—bottomless pools of darkness. He continues to eyeball me, tracking my movements as I weave between people. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that his fascination with me isn’t a good thing. I swallow hard, take a few steps backwards and try to put bodies between him and me.
 
Someone grabs my arm. “Kleo?”
 
It’s Hort, one of the half-naked dancers I met at the last party. I vaguely remember dancing with him, and some other things I shouldn’t have done.
 
I use him as a barricade. “Hort, let’s dance.”
 
We swirl into the centre of the vast room. I lose sight of the strange alien who’s tracking me with his eyes. Feeling a relieved, I decide it’s probably my overactive imagination. Unfortunately, Hort switches to a different partner, leaving me dancing alone.
 
My arm is targeted again. This time the hand doesn’t let go when I turn. I jump. It’s the black eyed alien.
 
“What the—”
 
“Kleo Nikara?”
 
I nod. My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. He has a deep voice and stares at me down the end of his straight nose.
 
“I am Brax Trasker. I’m authorised to extract you.” He tugs on my arm. “Let’s go.”
 
I freeze to the spot. I could challenge him, but I know he’s telling the truth. An extraction is just the kind of thing Tyan would do to get me home.
 
“Don’t play games with me, Kleo,” he growls.
 
“Or what?” I snap back. What could be possibly do that would have me scurrying along next to him?
 
“You really want to find out?” He loosens his grip a little. My confidence rises.
 
“Sure, go ahead. I don’t think you’ll do it.” I stick my chin out. So far, everyone nearby his unaware of our hushed conversation.
 
His fingers tightened again and he propels me towards the wall showing palm trees. He sits on a low chair and with a swift yank, pulls me towards him.
 
Before I can protest, he tosses me face down over his knee and flattens me down by pressing on my shoulders. When numerous pairs of feet turn to face our direction, I screech in alarm.
 
Promised to the Alien by Sue Lyndon:
 
He leaned down, until his face was level with hers. “I suggest you keep your opinion on the Earth-Tar-qua trade agreement to yourself, little human, unless you want to endure the strap on your wedding night. If I heard my mate speaking as you just did, I would punish her severely for disrespect. If not for the Tar-quans’ assistance, your dome cities on Earth would have perished long ago.”
 
Taken aback by his great size, she studied him for a moment. God, he was huge and muscular—intimidatingly so. Having glimpsed plenty of Tar-quans before, when they came to visit her dome city, she had not expected to see an alien this large here in the city, and she felt a stab of pity for whichever human woman found herself mated to this male. He was easily more than too heads taller than her, and aside from his size, this particular Tar-quan seemed overly stern.
 
An involuntary tingle raced across her bottom at the thought of enduring a punishment from the no-nonsense male who was glaring down at her. Despite her fear, her face heated and a sudden ache throbbed between her thighs. She quickly lowered her head, hoping he did not notice her blushing.
 
Sold to the Enemy by Sara Fields
 
His dark eyes found hers again, and she stilled. Despite her fear, her nipples hardened and her thighs shook, dampening with her arousal with every passing moment. Lifting her chin, she reminded herself to be courageous and brave, to represent Earth as a strong entity, no matter how it ended for her.
 
“Who are you?” she asked boldly, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice by speaking as courageously as she could.
 
He smirked, narrowing his eyes back at her. His forehead wrinkled as he studied her, his eyes changing from a gray to a tumultuous red color.
 
“I’m only the leader of the Venassathi forces that you attacked. As such, I am well within my right to claim you. You see, my species has a special way to punish criminals. You’re to become my slave, to do with as I see fit,” he said softly but loud enough for her to hear plain as day.
 
Her eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious.
 
“Sold. Please, come claim what is yours, Commander Edagon,” said one of the aliens beside her.
 
Aubrie turned to run but saw nowhere to go. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed her as another alien looped a long rope around her neck.
 
Gingerly, Edagon took the end of the rope in his hands and gently jerked her toward him. His strength knocked her completely off-balance and she fell into his arms. Then he grasped her chin, lifting it upward to face him.
 
Dark and stormy eyes met hers as he grinned at her.
 
“You’re mine now. I own you. Got it?”
 
She swallowed. There would be no escape for her. She was doomed.


 
 

 

 
 
 
 

 

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Alien Alphas Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas Blog Tour

Title: Alien Alphas 
Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas 
New York Times, USA Today 
And International Bestselling Authors
 
Authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, 
Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett,  Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, 
Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, 
and Sophie Kisker
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fierce warriors.
Savage barbarians.
Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York TimesUSA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Strangeways by Addison Cain:
 
The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.
He’d told me to stay.
 
I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.
 
It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.
 
It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.
And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.
 
And I… I had liked it.
 
It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.
 
That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.
Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.
 
And it had felt good. Better than good.
 
No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.
 
Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.
 
The Ghost in the Stars by Sophie Kisker:
 
Keelie is getting a spanking from Siridin.
 
“How many more?” she asked, trying to steel herself.
 
“A question like that will get you spanked between the legs if you ever ask it again.  And the answer will always be: until I feel like stopping.”
 
She whimpered.  She gripped his leg hard as he resumed the stinging slaps. She abandoned her thin thread of control, pleading and struggling. He merely gripped her tighter and kept going, until she was sobbing out her apologies and promising to never disobey again.
 
At last it stopped.
 
“Shh…”  he whispered as he stroked her back. “It’s over now.  You did fine.  And I know you’ll remember this lesson.”
 
“Yes, sir,” she hiccupped.
 
There was nothing angry in his tone.  There was only gentle touching now.  She was so confused, and it only made her weep harder.  She didn’t know if he understood, but he turned her over and held her against his chest without saying anything.
 
Eventually her crying stopped.
 
“You did good.  We’ll work on it.”
 
She shook her head.  “I’m never going to do anything wrong ever again.”
 
He started to say something, then stopped, and instead helped her to stand. She looked down at his thighs and to her horror saw a huge wet spot right over the bulge on his trousers.  She’d leaked during the spanking?
 
He followed her gaze and chuckled.
 
She was mortified.  Horrified.  She turned and ran into the fresher and slammed the door.  She stripped off the shirt and turned on the shower and soaped and rinsed until there was no lubrication anywhere between her legs.  Her humiliation was complete, and she vowed to stay in the shower for the rest of her life.
 
Draekon Rescue By Lee Savino:
 
EXCERPT 1
 
When you said mate in pairs,” I whisper, “did you mean what I think you did? Like all three of us at the same time?”
 
“Yes,” Tin says simply.
 
Oh God. Sex with two hot aliens. At once. Is it wrong that I’m intrigued? Turned on?
Stop it. Perv.
 
I cross my legs and press them together to relieve a faint prickle. The two Draekons are staring at me. I need to say something. Anything.
 
I volunteer as tribute.
 
EXCERPT 2
 
Tin’s expression softens. “Draekons transform once when they first recognize their mate,” he says. “After that, they need to claim her before they can transform at will.”
 
Claim their mate. Claim me.
 
“What does that mean? Are you going to bite my neck or something? Drain my blood under a full moon? Will you sparkle?” Okay, I might be getting just a tiny bit hysterical here.
 
Both men look confused. “To claim you, we will have sex with you,” Crothyr says. “At the same time.”
 
Dark Warlord by Cynthia Sax:
 
“Fighter Batu has vowed to protect the settlement.” Genine relayed that information, bracing for resistance. He was an unknown male, would soon kill her. Her friends wouldn’t like that.
 
“Fighter Batu is a monster.” Ema-974 spat on the white sand.
 
“Fighter Batu is an honorable warrior.” And he was a bit of the beast. Genine glanced at him. He waited alone, his sword in his right hand, a scowl on his primitive face. The male was ready for battle. That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. “You wouldn’t judge me harshly if I killed him in battle, would you?”
 
“No,” Ema-974 hastily answered. “You’re facing him so Ema-1006 won’t have to.”
 
“By taking her place, you’ve saved her lifespan.” Di-971 looked one wrong word away from bursting into tears. “We’ll be forever grateful to you.”
 
“Then don’t judge Fighter Batu harshly for killing me in battle.” Genine was a warrior. She knew she’d die with a weapon in her hands. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. It was smaller, lighter than Batu’s but the blade had inflicted its share of death. “It is my wish, my last wish, that he safeguard the settlement.”
 
Di-971 made a hurting sound.
 
“We will honor your wish.” Ema-974 lifted her chin. “But you could defeat him.”
 
“I won’t defeat him.” Genine watched as the victor of the previous battle exited the ring. 
 
Once he was out of view of the audience, he rushed to a patch of sand, bent over, and vomited, that scent mixing with the aroma of urine and blood. Genine gazed at him with sympathy. First kills were always emotionally traumatic.
 
A scavenged ship panel had been modified to carry the losers out of the ring. The corpse was a crimson mess. The would-be warrior had been a mere solar cycle older than she’d been when she faced her first battle.
 
If her brothers hadn’t surrounded her, compensating for her errors, she would have met the same fate as the boy. She would have died on the battlefield.
 
Her brothers weren’t with her now and she was tired, so very tired of fighting alone. Her glance slid to Batu. She’d give him the show he requested, battling him and death with every part of her, but she accepted her future.
 
“You should leave.” She told the two females, not wanting them to see her die.
 
Di-971 sobbed.
 
“We’re staying.” Ema-974 insisted.
 
A horn sounded three times. The gates swung open. Genine hadn’t the time to argue with the females. The battle was starting.
 
Under Contract by Jaye Peaches:
 
He’s not Oparian. He towers above the local guests with muscles that bulge in every direction. He’s tinted his hair to fit in with the fair Oparians, however, his eyes are like black matter—bottomless pools of darkness. He continues to eyeball me, tracking my movements as I weave between people. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that his fascination with me isn’t a good thing. I swallow hard, take a few steps backwards and try to put bodies between him and me.
 
Someone grabs my arm. “Kleo?”
 
It’s Hort, one of the half-naked dancers I met at the last party. I vaguely remember dancing with him, and some other things I shouldn’t have done.
 
I use him as a barricade. “Hort, let’s dance.”
 
We swirl into the centre of the vast room. I lose sight of the strange alien who’s tracking me with his eyes. Feeling a relieved, I decide it’s probably my overactive imagination. Unfortunately, Hort switches to a different partner, leaving me dancing alone.
 
My arm is targeted again. This time the hand doesn’t let go when I turn. I jump. It’s the black eyed alien.
 
“What the—”
 
“Kleo Nikara?”
 
I nod. My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. He has a deep voice and stares at me down the end of his straight nose.
 
“I am Brax Trasker. I’m authorised to extract you.” He tugs on my arm. “Let’s go.”
 
I freeze to the spot. I could challenge him, but I know he’s telling the truth. An extraction is just the kind of thing Tyan would do to get me home.
 
“Don’t play games with me, Kleo,” he growls.
 
“Or what?” I snap back. What could be possibly do that would have me scurrying along next to him?
 
“You really want to find out?” He loosens his grip a little. My confidence rises.
 
“Sure, go ahead. I don’t think you’ll do it.” I stick my chin out. So far, everyone nearby his unaware of our hushed conversation.
 
His fingers tightened again and he propels me towards the wall showing palm trees. He sits on a low chair and with a swift yank, pulls me towards him.
 
Before I can protest, he tosses me face down over his knee and flattens me down by pressing on my shoulders. When numerous pairs of feet turn to face our direction, I screech in alarm.
 
Promised to the Alien by Sue Lyndon:
 
He leaned down, until his face was level with hers. “I suggest you keep your opinion on the Earth-Tar-qua trade agreement to yourself, little human, unless you want to endure the strap on your wedding night. If I heard my mate speaking as you just did, I would punish her severely for disrespect. If not for the Tar-quans’ assistance, your dome cities on Earth would have perished long ago.”
 
Taken aback by his great size, she studied him for a moment. God, he was huge and muscular—intimidatingly so. Having glimpsed plenty of Tar-quans before, when they came to visit her dome city, she had not expected to see an alien this large here in the city, and she felt a stab of pity for whichever human woman found herself mated to this male. He was easily more than too heads taller than her, and aside from his size, this particular Tar-quan seemed overly stern.
 
An involuntary tingle raced across her bottom at the thought of enduring a punishment from the no-nonsense male who was glaring down at her. Despite her fear, her face heated and a sudden ache throbbed between her thighs. She quickly lowered her head, hoping he did not notice her blushing.
 
Sold to the Enemy by Sara Fields
 
His dark eyes found hers again, and she stilled. Despite her fear, her nipples hardened and her thighs shook, dampening with her arousal with every passing moment. Lifting her chin, she reminded herself to be courageous and brave, to represent Earth as a strong entity, no matter how it ended for her.
 
“Who are you?” she asked boldly, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice by speaking as courageously as she could.
 
He smirked, narrowing his eyes back at her. His forehead wrinkled as he studied her, his eyes changing from a gray to a tumultuous red color.
 
“I’m only the leader of the Venassathi forces that you attacked. As such, I am well within my right to claim you. You see, my species has a special way to punish criminals. You’re to become my slave, to do with as I see fit,” he said softly but loud enough for her to hear plain as day.
 
Her eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious.
 
“Sold. Please, come claim what is yours, Commander Edagon,” said one of the aliens beside her.
 
Aubrie turned to run but saw nowhere to go. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed her as another alien looped a long rope around her neck.
 
Gingerly, Edagon took the end of the rope in his hands and gently jerked her toward him. His strength knocked her completely off-balance and she fell into his arms. Then he grasped her chin, lifting it upward to face him.
 
Dark and stormy eyes met hers as he grinned at her.
 
“You’re mine now. I own you. Got it?”
 
She swallowed. There would be no escape for her. She was doomed.


 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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Alien Alphas Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

 

 

Title: Alien Alphas 
 
Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas 
 
New York Times, USA Today 
And International Bestselling Authors
 
Authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, 
Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett,  Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, 
Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, 
and Sophie Kisker
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fierce warriors.
Savage barbarians.
Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York TimesUSA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
 
 
 
 
 
Strangeways by Addison Cain:
 
The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.
He’d told me to stay.
 
I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.
 
It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.
 
It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.
And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.
 
And I… I had liked it.
 
It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.
 
That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.
Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.
 
And it had felt good. Better than good.
 
No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.
 
Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.
 
The Ghost in the Stars by Sophie Kisker:
 
Keelie is getting a spanking from Siridin.
 
“How many more?” she asked, trying to steel herself.
 
“A question like that will get you spanked between the legs if you ever ask it again.  And the answer will always be: until I feel like stopping.”
 
She whimpered.  She gripped his leg hard as he resumed the stinging slaps. She abandoned her thin thread of control, pleading and struggling. He merely gripped her tighter and kept going, until she was sobbing out her apologies and promising to never disobey again.
 
At last it stopped.
 
“Shh…”  he whispered as he stroked her back. “It’s over now.  You did fine.  And I know you’ll remember this lesson.”
 
“Yes, sir,” she hiccupped.
 
There was nothing angry in his tone.  There was only gentle touching now.  She was so confused, and it only made her weep harder.  She didn’t know if he understood, but he turned her over and held her against his chest without saying anything.
 
Eventually her crying stopped.
 
“You did good.  We’ll work on it.”
 
She shook her head.  “I’m never going to do anything wrong ever again.”
 
He started to say something, then stopped, and instead helped her to stand. She looked down at his thighs and to her horror saw a huge wet spot right over the bulge on his trousers.  She’d leaked during the spanking?
 
He followed her gaze and chuckled.
 
She was mortified.  Horrified.  She turned and ran into the fresher and slammed the door.  She stripped off the shirt and turned on the shower and soaped and rinsed until there was no lubrication anywhere between her legs.  Her humiliation was complete, and she vowed to stay in the shower for the rest of her life.
 
Draekon Rescue By Lee Savino:
 
EXCERPT 1
 
When you said mate in pairs,” I whisper, “did you mean what I think you did? Like all three of us at the same time?”
 
“Yes,” Tin says simply.
 
Oh God. Sex with two hot aliens. At once. Is it wrong that I’m intrigued? Turned on?
Stop it. Perv.
 
I cross my legs and press them together to relieve a faint prickle. The two Draekons are staring at me. I need to say something. Anything.
 
I volunteer as tribute.
 
EXCERPT 2
 
Tin’s expression softens. “Draekons transform once when they first recognize their mate,” he says. “After that, they need to claim her before they can transform at will.”
 
Claim their mate. Claim me.
 
“What does that mean? Are you going to bite my neck or something? Drain my blood under a full moon? Will you sparkle?” Okay, I might be getting just a tiny bit hysterical here.
 
Both men look confused. “To claim you, we will have sex with you,” Crothyr says. “At the same time.”
 
Dark Warlord by Cynthia Sax:
 
“Fighter Batu has vowed to protect the settlement.” Genine relayed that information, bracing for resistance. He was an unknown male, would soon kill her. Her friends wouldn’t like that.
 
“Fighter Batu is a monster.” Ema-974 spat on the white sand.
 
“Fighter Batu is an honorable warrior.” And he was a bit of the beast. Genine glanced at him. He waited alone, his sword in his right hand, a scowl on his primitive face. The male was ready for battle. That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. “You wouldn’t judge me harshly if I killed him in battle, would you?”
 
“No,” Ema-974 hastily answered. “You’re facing him so Ema-1006 won’t have to.”
 
“By taking her place, you’ve saved her lifespan.” Di-971 looked one wrong word away from bursting into tears. “We’ll be forever grateful to you.”
 
“Then don’t judge Fighter Batu harshly for killing me in battle.” Genine was a warrior. She knew she’d die with a weapon in her hands. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. It was smaller, lighter than Batu’s but the blade had inflicted its share of death. “It is my wish, my last wish, that he safeguard the settlement.”
 
Di-971 made a hurting sound.
 
“We will honor your wish.” Ema-974 lifted her chin. “But you could defeat him.”
 
“I won’t defeat him.” Genine watched as the victor of the previous battle exited the ring. 
 
Once he was out of view of the audience, he rushed to a patch of sand, bent over, and vomited, that scent mixing with the aroma of urine and blood. Genine gazed at him with sympathy. First kills were always emotionally traumatic.
 
A scavenged ship panel had been modified to carry the losers out of the ring. The corpse was a crimson mess. The would-be warrior had been a mere solar cycle older than she’d been when she faced her first battle.
 
If her brothers hadn’t surrounded her, compensating for her errors, she would have met the same fate as the boy. She would have died on the battlefield.
 
Her brothers weren’t with her now and she was tired, so very tired of fighting alone. Her glance slid to Batu. She’d give him the show he requested, battling him and death with every part of her, but she accepted her future.
 
“You should leave.” She told the two females, not wanting them to see her die.
 
Di-971 sobbed.
 
“We’re staying.” Ema-974 insisted.
 
A horn sounded three times. The gates swung open. Genine hadn’t the time to argue with the females. The battle was starting.
 
Under Contract by Jaye Peaches:
 
He’s not Oparian. He towers above the local guests with muscles that bulge in every direction. He’s tinted his hair to fit in with the fair Oparians, however, his eyes are like black matter—bottomless pools of darkness. He continues to eyeball me, tracking my movements as I weave between people. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that his fascination with me isn’t a good thing. I swallow hard, take a few steps backwards and try to put bodies between him and me.
 
Someone grabs my arm. “Kleo?”
 
It’s Hort, one of the half-naked dancers I met at the last party. I vaguely remember dancing with him, and some other things I shouldn’t have done.
 
I use him as a barricade. “Hort, let’s dance.”
 
We swirl into the centre of the vast room. I lose sight of the strange alien who’s tracking me with his eyes. Feeling a relieved, I decide it’s probably my overactive imagination. Unfortunately, Hort switches to a different partner, leaving me dancing alone.
 
My arm is targeted again. This time the hand doesn’t let go when I turn. I jump. It’s the black eyed alien.
 
“What the—”
 
“Kleo Nikara?”
 
I nod. My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. He has a deep voice and stares at me down the end of his straight nose.
 
“I am Brax Trasker. I’m authorised to extract you.” He tugs on my arm. “Let’s go.”
 
I freeze to the spot. I could challenge him, but I know he’s telling the truth. An extraction is just the kind of thing Tyan would do to get me home.
 
“Don’t play games with me, Kleo,” he growls.
 
“Or what?” I snap back. What could be possibly do that would have me scurrying along next to him?
 
“You really want to find out?” He loosens his grip a little. My confidence rises.
 
“Sure, go ahead. I don’t think you’ll do it.” I stick my chin out. So far, everyone nearby his unaware of our hushed conversation.
 
His fingers tightened again and he propels me towards the wall showing palm trees. He sits on a low chair and with a swift yank, pulls me towards him.
 
Before I can protest, he tosses me face down over his knee and flattens me down by pressing on my shoulders. When numerous pairs of feet turn to face our direction, I screech in alarm.
 
Promised to the Alien by Sue Lyndon:
 
He leaned down, until his face was level with hers. “I suggest you keep your opinion on the Earth-Tar-qua trade agreement to yourself, little human, unless you want to endure the strap on your wedding night. If I heard my mate speaking as you just did, I would punish her severely for disrespect. If not for the Tar-quans’ assistance, your dome cities on Earth would have perished long ago.”
 
Taken aback by his great size, she studied him for a moment. God, he was huge and muscular—intimidatingly so. Having glimpsed plenty of Tar-quans before, when they came to visit her dome city, she had not expected to see an alien this large here in the city, and she felt a stab of pity for whichever human woman found herself mated to this male. He was easily more than too heads taller than her, and aside from his size, this particular Tar-quan seemed overly stern.
 
An involuntary tingle raced across her bottom at the thought of enduring a punishment from the no-nonsense male who was glaring down at her. Despite her fear, her face heated and a sudden ache throbbed between her thighs. She quickly lowered her head, hoping he did not notice her blushing.
 
Sold to the Enemy by Sara Fields
 
His dark eyes found hers again, and she stilled. Despite her fear, her nipples hardened and her thighs shook, dampening with her arousal with every passing moment. Lifting her chin, she reminded herself to be courageous and brave, to represent Earth as a strong entity, no matter how it ended for her.
 
“Who are you?” she asked boldly, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice by speaking as courageously as she could.
 
He smirked, narrowing his eyes back at her. His forehead wrinkled as he studied her, his eyes changing from a gray to a tumultuous red color.
 
“I’m only the leader of the Venassathi forces that you attacked. As such, I am well within my right to claim you. You see, my species has a special way to punish criminals. You’re to become my slave, to do with as I see fit,” he said softly but loud enough for her to hear plain as day.
 
Her eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious.
 
“Sold. Please, come claim what is yours, Commander Edagon,” said one of the aliens beside her.
 
Aubrie turned to run but saw nowhere to go. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed her as another alien looped a long rope around her neck.
 
Gingerly, Edagon took the end of the rope in his hands and gently jerked her toward him. His strength knocked her completely off-balance and she fell into his arms. Then he grasped her chin, lifting it upward to face him.
 
Dark and stormy eyes met hers as he grinned at her.
 
“You’re mine now. I own you. Got it?”
 
She swallowed. There would be no escape for her. She was doomed.


 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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Alien Alphas Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas Cover Reveal & Pre-Order

 
Title: Alien Alphas 
Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas 
 
New York Times, USA Today 
And International Bestselling Authors
 
Authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, 
Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett,  Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, 
Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, 
and Sophie Kisker
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fierce warriors.
Savage barbarians.
Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York TimesUSA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
 
 
 
 
 
Strangeways by Addison Cain:
 
The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.
He’d told me to stay.
 
I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.
 
It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.
 
It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.
And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.
 
And I… I had liked it.
 
It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.
 
That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.
Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.
 
And it had felt good. Better than good.
 
No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.
 
Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.
 
The Ghost in the Stars by Sophie Kisker:
 
Keelie is getting a spanking from Siridin.
 
“How many more?” she asked, trying to steel herself.
 
“A question like that will get you spanked between the legs if you ever ask it again.  And the answer will always be: until I feel like stopping.”
 
She whimpered.  She gripped his leg hard as he resumed the stinging slaps. She abandoned her thin thread of control, pleading and struggling. He merely gripped her tighter and kept going, until she was sobbing out her apologies and promising to never disobey again.
 
At last it stopped.
 
“Shh…”  he whispered as he stroked her back. “It’s over now.  You did fine.  And I know you’ll remember this lesson.”
 
“Yes, sir,” she hiccupped.
 
There was nothing angry in his tone.  There was only gentle touching now.  She was so confused, and it only made her weep harder.  She didn’t know if he understood, but he turned her over and held her against his chest without saying anything.
 
Eventually her crying stopped.
 
“You did good.  We’ll work on it.”
 
She shook her head.  “I’m never going to do anything wrong ever again.”
 
He started to say something, then stopped, and instead helped her to stand. She looked down at his thighs and to her horror saw a huge wet spot right over the bulge on his trousers.  She’d leaked during the spanking?
 
He followed her gaze and chuckled.
 
She was mortified.  Horrified.  She turned and ran into the fresher and slammed the door.  She stripped off the shirt and turned on the shower and soaped and rinsed until there was no lubrication anywhere between her legs.  Her humiliation was complete, and she vowed to stay in the shower for the rest of her life.
 
Draekon Rescue By Lee Savino:
 
EXCERPT 1
 
When you said mate in pairs,” I whisper, “did you mean what I think you did? Like all three of us at the same time?”
 
“Yes,” Tin says simply.
 
Oh God. Sex with two hot aliens. At once. Is it wrong that I’m intrigued? Turned on?
Stop it. Perv.
 
I cross my legs and press them together to relieve a faint prickle. The two Draekons are staring at me. I need to say something. Anything.
 
I volunteer as tribute.
 
EXCERPT 2
 
Tin’s expression softens. “Draekons transform once when they first recognize their mate,” he says. “After that, they need to claim her before they can transform at will.”
 
Claim their mate. Claim me.
 
“What does that mean? Are you going to bite my neck or something? Drain my blood under a full moon? Will you sparkle?” Okay, I might be getting just a tiny bit hysterical here.
 
Both men look confused. “To claim you, we will have sex with you,” Crothyr says. “At the same time.”
 
Dark Warlord by Cynthia Sax:
 
“Fighter Batu has vowed to protect the settlement.” Genine relayed that information, bracing for resistance. He was an unknown male, would soon kill her. Her friends wouldn’t like that.
 
“Fighter Batu is a monster.” Ema-974 spat on the white sand.
 
“Fighter Batu is an honorable warrior.” And he was a bit of the beast. Genine glanced at him. He waited alone, his sword in his right hand, a scowl on his primitive face. The male was ready for battle. That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. “You wouldn’t judge me harshly if I killed him in battle, would you?”
 
“No,” Ema-974 hastily answered. “You’re facing him so Ema-1006 won’t have to.”
 
“By taking her place, you’ve saved her lifespan.” Di-971 looked one wrong word away from bursting into tears. “We’ll be forever grateful to you.”
 
“Then don’t judge Fighter Batu harshly for killing me in battle.” Genine was a warrior. She knew she’d die with a weapon in her hands. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. It was smaller, lighter than Batu’s but the blade had inflicted its share of death. “It is my wish, my last wish, that he safeguard the settlement.”
 
Di-971 made a hurting sound.
 
“We will honor your wish.” Ema-974 lifted her chin. “But you could defeat him.”
 
“I won’t defeat him.” Genine watched as the victor of the previous battle exited the ring. 
 
Once he was out of view of the audience, he rushed to a patch of sand, bent over, and vomited, that scent mixing with the aroma of urine and blood. Genine gazed at him with sympathy. First kills were always emotionally traumatic.
 
A scavenged ship panel had been modified to carry the losers out of the ring. The corpse was a crimson mess. The would-be warrior had been a mere solar cycle older than she’d been when she faced her first battle.
 
If her brothers hadn’t surrounded her, compensating for her errors, she would have met the same fate as the boy. She would have died on the battlefield.
 
Her brothers weren’t with her now and she was tired, so very tired of fighting alone. Her glance slid to Batu. She’d give him the show he requested, battling him and death with every part of her, but she accepted her future.
 
“You should leave.” She told the two females, not wanting them to see her die.
 
Di-971 sobbed.
 
“We’re staying.” Ema-974 insisted.
 
A horn sounded three times. The gates swung open. Genine hadn’t the time to argue with the females. The battle was starting.
 
Under Contract by Jaye Peaches:
 
He’s not Oparian. He towers above the local guests with muscles that bulge in every direction. He’s tinted his hair to fit in with the fair Oparians, however, his eyes are like black matter—bottomless pools of darkness. He continues to eyeball me, tracking my movements as I weave between people. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that his fascination with me isn’t a good thing. I swallow hard, take a few steps backwards and try to put bodies between him and me.
 
Someone grabs my arm. “Kleo?”
 
It’s Hort, one of the half-naked dancers I met at the last party. I vaguely remember dancing with him, and some other things I shouldn’t have done.
 
I use him as a barricade. “Hort, let’s dance.”
 
We swirl into the centre of the vast room. I lose sight of the strange alien who’s tracking me with his eyes. Feeling a relieved, I decide it’s probably my overactive imagination. Unfortunately, Hort switches to a different partner, leaving me dancing alone.
 
My arm is targeted again. This time the hand doesn’t let go when I turn. I jump. It’s the black eyed alien.
 
“What the—”
 
“Kleo Nikara?”
 
I nod. My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. He has a deep voice and stares at me down the end of his straight nose.
 
“I am Brax Trasker. I’m authorised to extract you.” He tugs on my arm. “Let’s go.”
 
I freeze to the spot. I could challenge him, but I know he’s telling the truth. An extraction is just the kind of thing Tyan would do to get me home.
 
“Don’t play games with me, Kleo,” he growls.
 
“Or what?” I snap back. What could be possibly do that would have me scurrying along next to him?
 
“You really want to find out?” He loosens his grip a little. My confidence rises.
 
“Sure, go ahead. I don’t think you’ll do it.” I stick my chin out. So far, everyone nearby his unaware of our hushed conversation.
 
His fingers tightened again and he propels me towards the wall showing palm trees. He sits on a low chair and with a swift yank, pulls me towards him.
 
Before I can protest, he tosses me face down over his knee and flattens me down by pressing on my shoulders. When numerous pairs of feet turn to face our direction, I screech in alarm.
 
Promised to the Alien by Sue Lyndon:
 
He leaned down, until his face was level with hers. “I suggest you keep your opinion on the Earth-Tar-qua trade agreement to yourself, little human, unless you want to endure the strap on your wedding night. If I heard my mate speaking as you just did, I would punish her severely for disrespect. If not for the Tar-quans’ assistance, your dome cities on Earth would have perished long ago.”
 
Taken aback by his great size, she studied him for a moment. God, he was huge and muscular—intimidatingly so. Having glimpsed plenty of Tar-quans before, when they came to visit her dome city, she had not expected to see an alien this large here in the city, and she felt a stab of pity for whichever human woman found herself mated to this male. He was easily more than too heads taller than her, and aside from his size, this particular Tar-quan seemed overly stern.
 
An involuntary tingle raced across her bottom at the thought of enduring a punishment from the no-nonsense male who was glaring down at her. Despite her fear, her face heated and a sudden ache throbbed between her thighs. She quickly lowered her head, hoping he did not notice her blushing.
 
Sold to the Enemy by Sara Fields
 
His dark eyes found hers again, and she stilled. Despite her fear, her nipples hardened and her thighs shook, dampening with her arousal with every passing moment. Lifting her chin, she reminded herself to be courageous and brave, to represent Earth as a strong entity, no matter how it ended for her.
 
“Who are you?” she asked boldly, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice by speaking as courageously as she could.
 
He smirked, narrowing his eyes back at her. His forehead wrinkled as he studied her, his eyes changing from a gray to a tumultuous red color.
 
“I’m only the leader of the Venassathi forces that you attacked. As such, I am well within my right to claim you. You see, my species has a special way to punish criminals. You’re to become my slave, to do with as I see fit,” he said softly but loud enough for her to hear plain as day.
 
Her eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious.
 
“Sold. Please, come claim what is yours, Commander Edagon,” said one of the aliens beside her.
 
Aubrie turned to run but saw nowhere to go. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed her as another alien looped a long rope around her neck.
 
Gingerly, Edagon took the end of the rope in his hands and gently jerked her toward him. His strength knocked her completely off-balance and she fell into his arms. Then he grasped her chin, lifting it upward to face him.
 
Dark and stormy eyes met hers as he grinned at her.
 
“You’re mine now. I own you. Got it?”
 
She swallowed. There would be no escape for her. She was doomed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Posted in Fantasy, Sci- Fi, Young Adult

The Savage Peak, The Morgalla Prequel By Jon David Release Blitz

 

Title: The Savage Peak 

Series: The Morgalla Prequel 

Author: Jon David 

Genre: YA, Science Fiction, Fantasy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two years before the events of “The Trilogy of Morgalla”, a young demon and her mentor are forced to abandon their sanctuary on a far-off world and return to the realm of Hell

Never having been around her own kind before, the young Morgalla is thrust into an alien culture. She struggles to adapt and find her place. 

Through an act of fate she is drawn to a world populated by demons and a strange alien people. There is an uneasy truce between them and war is on the horizon. 

Morgalla must choose a side.

 

 

 

 

 

Born and raised in Southeast Michigan, Jon David was a nerd long before it was ever popular. He hoped to be a comic writer/illustrator when he created Morgalla in college. Since then, between working various jobs, he’s honed his craft and turned his misunderstood demon heroine into a four-part epic series.

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in BDSM, Romance, Sci- Fi

Avarice Collection A.C. Melody Release Blitz

 
 
Title: Avarice Collection ( Hell On Earth 1-3)
Author: A.C. Melody
Genre: Dark Erotic/BDSM/Paranormal
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
Devils Only.
It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation…

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York’s poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity’s sake. She doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny’s twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she’d never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing’s more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she’s always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami’s missteps and she’ll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she’s finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?

Trigger/Content Warning: This collection is Dark, BDSM Paranormal Romance, all references to devils in the blurb are sincere. Possible triggers include but are not limited to demonology, violence, R.A.C.K. (Risk Awareness Consensual Kink), graphic sex and explicit language. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.
 
It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.
 
She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he’d turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn’t planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn’t care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn’t want anything to ruin it.
 
“Mmm, you taste foolishly brave,” he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.
Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.
 
She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.
“You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?” he asked. “Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?”
 
If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he’d been aware, only turned her on more.
 
“No, but it’s a start,” she replied.
He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh.
“Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it’s a start.”
 
He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn’t have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.
 
Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.
 
Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn’t afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.
 
Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire’s secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.
 
“You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way,” she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.
A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.
“That’s what makes decorating so easy,” he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. “The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?”
 
“My feet never get cold,” she replied.
She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. “Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge.”
It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.
 
“You’re free to take it however you like,” she pointed out, but it wasn’t flippant.
No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.
“I don’t need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want,” he stated, before lowering his voice even more. “I don’t wait for holidays.”
 
 
 
 
A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.
 
A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.
 
She’s 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. A.C. loves to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites:
 


 
 


 

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Renegades By Joanne Sexton Release Blitz

 

Title: Renegades
Author: Jo Sexton 
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Sci-Fi
 
 
 

 

 
Mackenzie is a citizen – a number in a system. She’s state owned, without free will – to work and die for a dictatorship which only sees humanity as a commodity. In 2086 this tyrannical government is ruthless, but the gang warfare is worse. It’s a dog eat dog world and Mackenzie is more afraid of the thugs than her lack of free will. Artinean is a city ravaged by war where the rebel factions battle for freedom. Ryan is captain of the renegades, and when they inadvertently meet Ryan initially wants revenge. Fate beats her own drum, at odds to the system and the will of mankind. Together they must find a way to take down the corrupt government. Freedom isn’t something you earn; it’s your birthright. If the State steals your divine inheritance from you, it’s your duty to wage war against the megalomaniacs who think you were born for them. You were born for you – for love – for freedom. The one thing the government can’t capture – is your heart.

 

 
 
 
 
Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. When she isn’t writing, Jo enjoys reading and floristry. Joanne previously wrote under the name Joanne Ellis. Rich Girl (formally known as Spoilt under Joanne Ellis) held the No. 1 position on Amazon’s Bestselling list in US and No.2 in the UK. It was considered a bestseller in a week.