Friday, July 20, 2018

Calan by Christine Myers, Aledan Series Bk 6

Calan: The Psion Factor Son,
Aledan Series Book 6

Calan is a smart, sexy psion with a talent for making people see things his way. Parlor tricks, he calls them.


Ajha Lann, a dawning psion grew up under the wing of an older girl. Together they scrounged for food and avoided capture by the gangers in the ruins of Farringay. Left on her own when Mikki is captured by gangers, the voices in her head seemed to get louder but one presence is stronger than the others. It gives her hope of something better for her future.

Calan Narcaza’s mother, the former Michelle Marlow was born in the ruins Farringay outside the Starport Compound. Little had changed since his father went to Earth to find Chelle and claim her as his mate. Calan knows the dangers, but he has felt Ajha Lann reaching out to him for several years. He knew that for her to reach him over such interstellar distance could only mean that she was his psion mate.

His brother Jamerin brings Calan to Earth in his starship, though he is skeptical about leaving his baby brother on his own. Then they find a cyborg in stasis at the industrial complex that Calan bought to give refuge to the people struggling to survive in the city ruins. They wake him.

Calan and cyborg Rax Ven become allies building the Refuge together and facing off with the Overlords and gangers in a final showdown.

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“I see your female has arrived,” Rax said as Calan shuffled into Unit Five of the first six flats.

“My female?”

“Your one true mate,” Rax replied. “We cyborgs call her our female.”

“Yes, in that sense, she is my female. We are psion mates.”

“You’re a minder?” Rax said with a touch of awe.

“Some people call us that. I am a multifaceted psion. I read minds, can send thought, and am a psionic healer as well as a physician,” he said. “Is that a problem?”

“No, I just knew there was something different about you and your brother and his mate. Cyborgs have something similar through our cybernetics,” he explained. “But we can’t move things with our minds.”

“But you have other useful skills,” Calan said.

“They called us killing machines in the news archives. I spent some time catching up on what’s happened in the world since I was created,” Rax said.

“We have a lot more in common than you think,” Calan told him. “I was conceived in vitro as part of a research project my father was doing. I would have been grown in a nurturing tank like a cyborg, but my mother wouldn’t hear of it.”
“What did she do?”

“She made him put me into her body so I would grow inside her the same way my brother and sister did,” Calan said. “To this day, they use a modern version of the nurturing tanks they used to grow cyborgs to grow embryos outside a mother’s womb. But we don’t accelerate them like they did cyborgs. They come out as babies.”

“I had a virtual childhood,” Rax said. “It seemed real to me. They sent me to virtual military school.”

“But your subroutine has been revised for the security of a large facility.”

“I also downloaded protocols for maintenance of a facility such as this,” Rax said. “So far there is not much to secure.”

“That may change as we start filling this place. There’s bound to be conflict,” Calan said. “You should probably research negotiation practices for future reference.”

“For when we start filling this place up.” Rax finished attaching the last waterline. “Can you read me?”

“I can,” Calan whispered the thought into his mind.

“Wow!” Rax gave a slight jerk of his head. “That will be helpful.”
“It is.”

“I just have my flat left to hook up to water and power. The bots are cleaning the rest of this wing of the building including the rooms that are sectioned off.”

“We’re making progress. I’m guessing some of the rooms were offices and the others were special departments. I have the schematics of this building from when the cyborgs worked from here.”

“I reviewed them,” said Rax. “They didn’t make many changes.”

“Where there are rooms sectioned off, we will convert them into living space. We will put my clinic in the second apartment and an infirmary in the west wing.” Calan continued. “When you finish your quarters, we can start on the rooms in the front section---getting water and power to them.”
“Yes, Calan.”

“But there is no rush on it. As we get people to join our community, we will teach them how to pitch in and help.”

“How are you going to get them to come?”

“I’m going to open my mind and send out an invitation.”

“Of course, you are.”

Calan grinned at the cyborg and walked back to his flat. Ajha was still asleep, but he sensed she was restless and she wanted him to come to her. As he felt her distress, he jogged the rest of the way back to his flat and went into her room.

“Mikki! Mikki, no!” she murmured and cried in her sleep.

Calan picked her up off the bed then sat down with her in his arms. “Ajha, you’re dreaming sweetheart,” he murmured, holding her cuddled in his arms.

“Calan?” Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, searching his face anxiously. “You’re real! I did find you.”

“Yes, you did,” he said, savoring the feel of her in his arms. “If you hadn’t I would be looking for you right now.”

“Those bastards took Mikki,” she sniffled. “And I don’t know where she is.”

“Do you know who took her?”

“I don’t. They were probably going to use her in one of the overlord’s sex houses. Redmyn Berke controls most of them,” she told him. “But I don’t dare go near the place, or they’d grab me too.”

“Redmyn Berke. Who would have thought he’d still be that powerful after all these years?”

“You know him?”

“My mother did before she met my father. She tried to leave him, and he sent three guys after her. Berke let them have her for the night.”

“And she told you this?”

“Mom and Dad didn’t want me to come here because it’s so dangerous. When Dad came to get her, Berke had one of his henchmen shoot my father. Mom barely found him in time to save him. She is a healer like me.”

“But you came anyway,” she said.

“Because I felt you reaching out to me just like you did just now,” Calan said. “That’s how I convinced them that I had to come back to Earth.”

Ajha smiled faintly at him, wishing he would kiss her. He smiled back and lowered his lips to hers in a tender caress. At least it started that way, but desire quickly flared between them, a passion that had been simmering for a few years since their minds first touched.

She opened her mouth and tentatively probed his lips with her tongue. He opened and swirled his tongue around hers, deepening the kiss.

Ajha wound her arms around his neck and caressed his head and neck. She moaned softly as she felt the love emanating from his mind---not in words but pure emotion rippling through her mind. Combined with their growing arousal, Calan knew he could not wait to claim her as he planned.

Her physical need to couple with him was thoroughly entwined with her emotional need. They helped each other off with their clothes then lay back in the bed together and went back to kissing as they pressed their naked bodies together.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Rand, Son of Tallav, Sons of Tallav#3 by Cailin Briste

Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can't control...

Randolph Meryon is a man no woman can resist despite the whip he brandishes. Compelled to return home after his sister’s death, he struggles to fit new responsibilities into the hedonistic lifestyle he prefers to live. It’s a task he finds difficult enough without adding in the tangle of unanswered questions his sister has left behind and the sugar-cookie sweet nanny caring for his niece. He hasn’t had a taste of sweet in a very long time.

Jen O'Malley, shunned by her family, struggles to find work without their backing, meeting barriers wherever she turns. A position as nanny with the scandal-riddled Meryons seems like a lifeline. She’s relieved until she arrives and becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue, unable to discern the identity of the spider at the center.

Rand: Son of Tallav, Book #3 Sons of Tallav

Cailin Briste

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Briarcliff, Tallav
The slender slice of moon did little to light the edge of the cliff over which the desperate bleating of a lamb sounded. Rhiannon, Tallav’s second moon, had yet to rise and brighten the night sky. Why the gardener’s boy sought Penny out on the patio rather than running to get the overseer, she didn’t question. He was a child and probably ran for the nearest adult. Peering over, she could make out a patch of dirty white caught in a bush. At least the lamb had slid into the branches, it’s fall blocked from the vertical plunge of the cliff to the river below.

How had it gotten here? The early lambs weren’t old enough to be out of the lambing shed, which was nowhere near the cliff. She slid carefully down the slight grade of the rim and tried to calm the animal while she waited for help to arrive. She’d sent the boy on to the overseer with a request to bring rope.

Careful to stay out of range of the lamb’s thrashing, she spoke to it in gentle, crooning tones. The animal quieted, no longer flailing but still bleating plaintively. The creamy tan color of the lamb’s body was more difficult to see in the dark, but the face, white with black speckles, stood out. To her horror, she noticed one of those dark marks was in the shape of a heart. This was the orphan lamb the overseer had allowed Sophie to help feed. That lamb was bedded down every night by the overseer himself in the enclosure built next to his office in the main barn. Someone had to have brought this lamb out here. She’d damn well find out as soon as she rescued it from its precarious predicament.

Above her, loose rock skittered with the sound of someone descending. She tipped her head back and shouted, “Don’t come down. Just drop the end of the rope.”

“We won’t need a rope.”

The low, throaty words confused her. That wasn’t the overseer. She lost sight of the darkened form above her when she sat up to roll over on the clumps of rock and grass beneath her to get a better look. A solid thud struck her back, sending pain lancing along her spine and around her rib cage. The lamb renewed its thrashing when she slid into it, knocking it backward. Squealing in terror, it tumbled out of view.

Heart pumping, Penny windmilled in a futile attempt to keep from falling forward. She straddled the bush with her legs, the sharp ends of broken stems lacerating her exposed face and hands, snagging in the long-sleeved pajamas she wore. For an instant, her momentum stopped. In desperation she clamped her fists onto the bush’s base, ignoring the sting of abrasion.

A second strike from her assailant’s booted foot hit her high to one side of her backbone.

Something snapped inside.

Pain flooded her shoulder.

Jarred forward, she began a slow-motion tumble headfirst over the bush.

Fingers and palms tore while branches slid through her grasp until the strain on her good shoulder from the somersault forced her to let go.

Oh God. I’m falling. Sophie. Oh God. I can’t die and leave Sophie.

Her temple struck a jutting rock, and darkness claimed her.

Above, a figure scrambled to the top of the cliff, humming a cheery tune. The wordless melody stopped at the sound of someone rushing toward the precipice. By the time the overseer arrived, the spot was empty. No lamb. No Penny. Just moonlight casting the side of the cliff in shadow in the waning heat from a late summer day. With an exclamation of frustration and an oath that he’d see to that boy for pulling pranks, the overseer left.

It wasn’t until the next day, when no one could find Penny, that the overseer mentioned his fruitless trip to the cliff edge. Her body lay on the rocks, half in and half out of the river. Officially she was a casualty of misadventure.

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Cailin Briste writes science fiction suspense romance. Her first series is set in the Tallavan sector of the Federation where the men of Tallav are the marshals that provide protection and justice to the planets in this far off the beaten path are of space. While fighting crime, they also must come to terms with matriarchal system of their home planet, Tallav. Tricky because each is heavily involved in the BDSM lifestyle. Book one is her Dom and book two is her male submissive.

Her second series, A Thief in Love Suspense Romance series, began with a cat burglar who puts together a team to steal priceless art and antiquities from other thieves. Sebastian is a Robin Hood character whose Maid Marion is his equal on the rooftops of their futuristic city. The second in the series is the love story of two others on his team, Cade and Bassinae. Once again the team are breaking into someone’s home to take back something that rightfully belongs to someone else, but this time they are also trying to stop a murder.

More books in each series are coming as is a new series about a pair of dragon shifters hatched from the same egg and the man they love, bounty hunter Brody Simmons.

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