Meeting the Youngest Antonello Brother
Captain NarrAy Jorlan of the All People's Liberation Army is dedicated to freedom. She refuses to bow her will of the almighty Conqueror, Empress of the Tarthian Empire. The Empress has NarrAy's parents killed to prevent them from sharing secret technology and then confiscates their belongings. Retrieving the secret code to the prototype requires a master level thief familiar with government holdings.
When the leader of the rebellion recommends the son of a friend, NarrAy hires him sight unseen. Now, in their first meeting, she comes face to face with a man she at first mistook for young and inexperienced. She's beginning to change her mind.
Senth Antonello isn't your usual cat burglar. He is, in fact, half cat. More properly, HalfKin. The feline-humanoid race known as the Kin are huge, rugged warriors. They are known more for brawn than brains, especially the males. Good thing Senth inherited more traits from his human parent. You'd never know any part of him was Kin until you get close. His cat-slash pupils give him away, along with his fangs. He's not tall, even for a human, and he's on the slender side, with long, dark, curly hair that will never do anything except frizz. Because it annoys his father for Senth to have long hair, he wears it loose and lets the curls have their way.
No matter to Senth that his father used to run the Thieves' Guild, or that he's the richest man in the Empire. To Senth, he's also the biggest stuffed shirt on the planet. Still, when it comes to lining up business, you gotta hand it to dear old dad. He can find the gems among the dreck.
Case in point, the one he just assigned Senth. There's a catch. Isn't there always with dad? The woman he has to work with is addictive. No, really. He can't touch her.
But hey, Senth is a professional thief. Surely, he can steal one little kiss.
Excerpt At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
This scene is told from the heroine's point of view.
NarrAy crossed her legs, exposing a good portion of her skin under the short dress. If she'd been sitting opposite Senth, the length might have been welcome. But the Harbinger lounged in that chair and Senth sat beside her on the couch. Her position put her a little closer to him.
"Empress Destoiya murdered my parents," NarrAy continued her story, "as surely as if she'd been the one who shot them in the back. They were scientists working on secret technology. When rumors got out that they were planning to give their findings to the rebellion, the Conqueror had them killed and then confiscated everything, including their personal belongings. There was a locket my mother inherited from my grandmother, which my grandmother inherited from her grandmother. It's mine and I want it back."
She met Senth's penetrating gaze and held it. She heard rather than saw Encie enter the room and take up a place near the door. Broxus moved to stand beside her. NarrAy couldn't take her gaze off Senth. How did I ever see him as a boy?
He had a man's hands, well-groomed nails and sinewy forearms that revealed power and strength. His biceps bulged. Angular jaw, a firm mouth with lips made for kissing. A hot flutter rose within her and she tamped it down at once, refusing to let her pheromones get the upper hand.
Senth watched her, gaze narrowed, head tilted. He gave a sniff and then eased into a smile. His proximity heightened her desire. He smelled clean, fresh and ruggedly male. A tingle signaled the imminent letdown of her pheromones and she clenched her hands into fists, fighting to calm the spike of lust flickering through her like a torch about to combust.
Senth's faint smile revealed nothing, but he lifted his head, sniffing the air. Kin could smell emotion and desire. Could HalfKin?
He asked me something. Pay attention to business and not your body. She sat up straighter. "I'm sorry. Would you repeat that, please?"
"What I said was no one hires a level-nineteen thief, transports him to another world to break into a government building and then wants him to steal back a locket with sentimental value. Especially one in the custody of the Conqueror. What's it really worth?"
"It's a priceless heirloom." She set a hand against her bosom.
Senth didn't follow her hand movement. Instead he tilted his head as he leaned back against the couch. "I'm more skilled at this job than you are beautiful, NarrAy and that's saying something. Tell me the truth."
Her cheeks warmed. When had she ever blushed over an offhand compliment?
At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
Antonello Brothers 1: a Scifi Romance
At the Mercy of Her Pleasure is a military science fiction romance set in a dystopian world. Its heat level is sweet.
Hired to steal back a prototype taken by the imperial armada, Senth Antonello retrieves it, but his brother is kidnapped to force Senth to surrender the device.
Now he has to rescue his brother, outsmart the armada, and keep the item out of imperial hands. All doable, except for one small problem. He must do it in the company of NarrAy Jorlan, a genetically altered woman whose pheromones could enhance the mission or crumble it into dust with a single siren kiss.
He's a thief. She's a soldier. Do opposites attract? Oh, mercy!
Genre: Sweet Romance, Science Fiction Romance, Scifi
Heat level: PG - sweet romance with kick
Book length: 59,650 words (full novel)
Publisher: Romance Lives Forever Books
Series: Antonello Brothers (standalone books)
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The sequel for this book is For Women Only
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About the Author
Kayelle Allen is a best-selling American author. Her unstoppable heroes and heroines include contemporary every day folk, role-playing immortal gamers, futuristic covert agents, and warriors who purr.
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