Sunday, June 17, 2018

Argen's mate by Clarissa Lake


     Argen Trematu was home on leave from Farseek Brigade when the Sargan’s attacked his home world. After they destroyed the Farseek colony, Argen was scooped up with the rest of the survivors and sold into slavery. Uatu warrior, Lieutenant Commander Trematu didn’t make such a good slave. He rebelled at every turn which landed him on the Julconi prison planet fighting in the pit.

He thinks his life is over until an old friend comes to tell him the Farseek Mercenaries were coming to the rescue. Argen never thought landing on the prison world would be his lucky break.

…. And he never expected to meet her on the rescue ship.


Zoey Addison was kidnapped from Earth to be sold into slavery. She's rescued with four other Earth women by the Farseek Mercenaries. Zoey joined the Mercenaries with her three friends because they had nowhere else to go. Her friends all found their soul mates among the crew and Zoey was feeling left out.

….Until she was checking in the rescues from Julconi. Dressed in rags and so dirty she could barely discern what color he was Argen walks up to her table and takes her hand. The attraction between them all most crackles.

The two share the dreams of the rest of the Farseek Mercenaries to return to Farseek with their people and build a life together never sure it will really ever happen…

Argen Trametu

The stench of unwashed bodies and smoke hung heavy in the air. The crowd was a noisy bunch, and a lot of them were drunk. If one didn’t know better, they might think they were in a rowdy bar in a seedy port city. But it was a prison planet, and we were all prisoners.

I was in the fight pit. It was my second fight of the night and his first. My last match didn’t last nearly long enough. I needed to punch someone or something for a lot longer than I got to punch him. I thought Alarian warriors were a tougher lot than that. Our match barely went three rounds, and most of his punches didn’t land. He smelled of rotgut whiskey, so maybe he was drunk. But I pounded him without mercy.

Even that was not nearly enough to assuage the rage I still felt at landing here on the prison planet of Julconi. I am a Uatu warrior from Farseek, and I had done nothing to warrant going to a prison planet for the rest of my life.

I was on leave visiting Farseek, my homeworld when the Sargans attacked and left our world in ruin. I remember walking with mother at the open-air produce market in the town square.

My next memory was waking up strapped to a bunk on a slave ship. I was no slave! I am an Uatu warrior of the Farseek Brigade! I escaped every chance I got.

They punished me, tortured me every time, and every time I did it again. I didn’t know the slavers put a tracker chip under my skin. I could never get to a starport to steal a ship and get off world.  They used flying drones to track me. The drones had shockers that shot me and dropped me wherever I stood.

That was painful enough. Then the punishers shackle me naked by my wrists and ankles to what can only be called a torture frame. I’ve been whipped, beaten, and repeatedly shocked until I wished they would just kill me.

I hated being helpless to defend myself. The Sargans knew I would kill them had they left me unrestrained. They always tortured me unconscious before they took off the restraints and threw me in a cell until they could sell me off.

Finally, they must have grown tired of torturing me, so they sent me here. At least now I could fight back, sometimes three fights a night. So, far I haven’t lost, though sometimes I take a good beating before it’s over. Sometimes the pain is better than feeling nothing at all.

The next fighter was new and looked more evenly matched. The first round we danced around each other throwing and blocking punches. He was pretty good, but I was better. He clearly had training in hand to hand combat, but few styles compare to that of an Uatu warrior. I toyed with him for a while letting him think he was actually blocking me. The next round I made my move landed more blows than he could block. I pounded him and roared like a crazed animal when he fell, and the rules said I had to stop.

The rage just welled up inside me. He was no innocent. Duck, block, punch, pivot kick. He lasted five rounds, and I knocked him out. Then I got a thirty-minute break. The next guy was bigger and meaner and had horns.

This one was hard to beat, and I took a lot of hits, but so did he. We each got in two knockdowns but I got the last one in the twelfth round, and he didn’t get up for another.

No, I didn’t kill him. I really had no grudge against him. He was just someone to hit… to pound out my rage at what the Sargans had done to my family and my world. It was not enough. It would never be enough!

The next day everything changed. I dragged out of my hovel to find some food and fill my plastic jug with water at the community well.

Then I heard someone call my name and I turned to see who it was, Trametu, is that really you?”
“Pegitu, what the hell are you doing here?” I murmured, hardly believing my eyes.

He nodded his head, silently asking me to go with him, so I did. He was probably the only man on Julconi who I would trust.
* * * *

It was midday before I saw Argen again. He was downright handsome all cleaned up and rested. I couldn’t help smiling up at him when he came and stood in front of my table. I felt giddy as pleasure and attraction bubbled up inside me at his presence.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said. “I had to see you. Do you think we could have third meal together in the mess hall today? I would so like to get to know you better.”

“I would like that. You look much better. Did you rest well?”

He shrugged.

“Sometimes it’s hard to rest in a new place. I’ve only been here a couple days myself. The accommodations are actually nicer than mine on Dread One, but the bed’s not the same. And the smell is different.”

“It’s a new ship,” Argen said.

“It is. We stole it from Tegliar Station,” I told him.

“I wish I could have been there for that,” he grinned. “I hope they don’t catch up to us.”

“You and me, too.” I smiled.

It was hard not to smile while I was talking with him. I knew he was handsome under all that dirt but cleaned up he looked so good I could hardly stop staring. All the Uatu men were stunningly attractive even with their odd colored skin and hair.

His skin was a pale lavender, and his hair was a darker lavender color. It had been pretty long when he came on board, but now it was clipped close to his head in what seemed to be the universal military cut.

I hoped the way I was looking at him made him feel as good as I felt at how he was looking at me.

“We’re finished here. Would you like to go to the mess and get a cup of tea?” I offered. There was no such thing as coffee out here, but the tea had about the same kick as coffee, and it tasted good.

“I need to stop at my cabin on the way, but I would love to have tea with you,” he grinned.

Farseek warriors were seldom demonstrative in public. Argen walked beside me down the corridor to the lift to level three where his cabin was. When we got there, he invited me in, and I fell right for it.

As soon as the door closed behind me, he pivoted and held my head between his large hands pressed those sexy lips to mine. I just melted against him and put my arms around him like I wanted to do the first time I saw him.

Solmatu! As soon as our lips touched and my arms went around him, I knew it was true. I felt such elation just to be in his arms for the first time. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I opened for him, giving him free reign to stake his claim. Mine! Mine!

Farseek Mercenary series, Book 4
Argen's Mate

What a spicy tale!

The people on Earth and many other planets are being captured and taken to new planets as slaves.

Argen of Farseek was away, protecting the Consortium. He returns to Farseek just in time for the Sargans attack, in which Argen was captured. He was taken to their ship. He had no idea if his mother died or was also taken and sold as a slave to one of the many planets who depended on slaves to support their lifestyle.

He ends up being tossed in a pit to fight others on a prison planet. He’s very good at it. His rage at the loss of family and world tears at his soul.  Then to his shock, a fellow soldier from his past shows up and declares the Dreads are coming and they are here to save as many as they can before the Dreads arrive.

And just like that, Argen has a purpose and point to his life again. He can be a warrior again. Once on the ship, Kureillis, he discovers his soul-mate. When they met, the sexual feelings are generously expressed. The Earth girl wanted to take it slow, but the pull between them was scorching hot. And they give into the inevitable need to be lifetime mates pretty fast. While explicit, the sex scenes are done tastefully, however, the main story is about the various people being enslaved.

If we ever do learn to travel the universes, we will probably meet people just like these. Some good and some rotten to the core, grabbing everything they can get, and enslaving people who lacked the ability to protect themselves.

  I give this 

Clarissa Lake bio

Clarissa Lake grew up watching Star Trek and reading Marvel Comics. She attended science fiction and fantasy conventions  where she met many well known science fiction author and attended their readings and discussion panels. They included science fiction  greats Anne McCaffery, CJ Cherry, George RR Martin, Ben Bova, Timothy Zahn, Frederik Pohl, Orson Scot Card. 

  While she loves Science Fiction.  she always thought there should be more romance so she started writing it hot and steamy.


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Shane & Maon get new covers by Cailin Briste

Shane: Marshal of Tallav and Maon: Marshal of Tallav were rereleased with new covers May16, 2018. It’s always a challenge to make your cover say all the things in what could be a single quick glance that you want it to say. In the case of these two books that included the title, author, that it is a series, and that is a sizzling, action-filled sci-fi romance. If you believe these covers do that for you, let me know. If they don’t, tell me what didn’t get conveyed from the image. I’d love to read your take.

If you haven’t discovered the Sons of Tallav series yet, Shane: Marshal of Tallav is on sale now for $1.99 through July 2018, leading up to the release of the third book in the series, Rand: Son of Tallav. If you haven’t begun the series yet, now is the time to get Shane at the best price ever. 

Here’s a video peek

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Shane: Marshal of Tallav
By Cailin Briste
Shane Tiernan, the Beast of Tallavan aristocratic society, needs relief from the matriarchal rules that are destroying his life. His hope lies in a female companion, newly graduated from a top school of pleasure. From her resume, she seems perfect.

Profile and real life collide when he arrives to collect her. He’s stunned when he spots her vaulting over a bar and snatching up an ice chipper to defend herself against the giant who is chasing her. Her combination of warrior spirit and long-limbed curves fires his imagination and the desire to bind her in his rope and have her under his complete control.

Adrianna Pacquin may cede control in the bedroom, but don’t cross her outside it. She’s escaped the crime lord who plans to marry her once before. When it becomes clear he’s still after her, she doesn’t intend to get caught.

A fortuitous decision to accept the contract of Tallavan Marshal Shane Tiernan promises safety until an attempt to murder him sets the pair on an investigation that will require complete trust in one another. With danger stalking their every step, the secrets they both hide could implode their blooming relationship and leave them exposed to their relentless foe.

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Monday, June 11, 2018

Birth of Adam by Liza O'Connor

Is it possible to for a mother to have triplets, each having a different father?

YES, this is an actual possibility, not just some weird thing Liza made up.

It even has a name: Superfecundation.

This occurs when male sperm from three (or more) male contributors swim really hard and successfully penetrate three or more eggs in a short period of time. This happens often with cats and dogs. But it can also happen with humans. All you have to do is set up a situation in which a woman has sex with several different men within a four to five-day period in which she is ovulating.

Speaking for myself, most women have NO CLUE when they are ovulating, so this turns out to be hard to schedule, assuming that you actually WANT three babies from three different fathers in your womb at once. (Vote me out.)

Generally speaking, I’m pretty sure most women don’t want that…but I managed to create a good reason why this is a good thing to happen in Birth of Adam. Adam is an Artificial Intelligent being now possessing a robotic body that appears to be human. He’s in love with the woman who brought him to sentience. Yet, he knows someday she will die, so he needs her to bear him children to care for or he will lose his purpose in life.

It is important Adam has a purpose in life. Otherwise, he could get into serious trouble.

Fortunately, Adam knows exactly when Amanda ovulates, so he sets up the opportunity for her to acquire fraternal triplets which all have different fathers. Nor are these random strangers he’s picked up to be the fathers. They are friends whom Amanda loves and cares for deeply. Men who will help Adam ensure she and her children are well-loved and protected throughout their lives.

Birth of Adam
Book 2 of the Artificial Intelligence Sci-Rom Series
Liza O’Connor

With a new identity, Amanda believes she has left her past behind. Then she acquires a stalker. She contacts the FBI and in doing so alerts a program she once created to her location. Now ensconced in the internet, the program is safe from harm, smarter than ever, and sentient. Presenting itself on her phone as a handsome face with a sexy British accent, “Adam” ingratiates himself into Amanda’s life. To ensure her safety and happiness, the sentient program proves there is absolutely nothing he can’t and won’t do.

All three of her daughters were healthy, ranging from six pounds to eight. Their varying sizes, hair colors and facial shapes left no doubt they were fraternal rather than identical triplets. Amanda was greatly relieved. In her recent nightmares, she couldn’t tell them apart and kept feeding the same baby while the other two starved.
Adam had been greatly amused by her silly worries, and now she knew why.
“Think you can sort them out?” he teased as he put the dark-haired girl onto her chest as she held the blonde and redhead in her arms.
The nurse wanted to remove two babies to the crib, but after taking a picture of Amanda and her babies to send to Bresnan, Adam handed the dark-haired girl to Bastion and picked up the blonde and gave her to Simon and Pinchot. He then focused his attention on her and the red-haired beauty in her arms.
She caressed each baby’s head. Bresnan was dark-haired, as was Bastion. Simon and Pinchot had light-brown hair. How on earth had she managed to have a red-haired baby?

For the Artificial Intelligence Series

Book 1
Public Secrets
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Book 2
Birth of Adam
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About Liza
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors have given her lots of fodder for her books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.

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Friday, June 8, 2018

The Lost prequel to Public Secrets by Liza O'Connor

Jed, his dog Jaz, and my kittens
In the lost prequel to Public Secrets, Billy, based on my real-life creepy stalker fan, enters the house of a young female DJ and waits for her to come home. Only another woman arrives and in the dark Billy kills the wrong woman and then himself. The dead woman turned out to be the station engineer’s wife.

Here’s the real background to the story. I did have a phone stalker who threatened to kill me when I was a DJ, and I did have a crush on my station engineer, but nothing happened because he was married.

Still, I really liked Jed. Here’s an example why: One day, on my hour drive to work, I discovered my momma cat had moved her kittens to my car. Fortunately, they let me know they were beneath the front seat before I reached the radio station. (It was hot enough they would have died if left in the car.) So, when I got to the station, I put them in a cardboard box and left them in the snack room while I went on air. (The kittens were hungry and crying, so no way could they stay with me.)

Once I got everything set up for my show, and put on a long record to start off my three-hour show, I hurried back to the snack room to see if I could find milk in the fridge for my starving kittens.

To my surprise, Jed is feeding my kittens milk from a saucer on the table. There were a couple of the kittens that wanted to explore rather than eat. Jaz, Jed’s fabulous shepherd, kept nudging them away from the table’s edge to prevent them from falling off the table.
Jed had a weird sense of humor. “I tried to feed them to Jaz, but the damn dog won’t eat them…too scrawny.”
I kissed his dog, Jaz, on the top of its head and ran back to work before my song ended. I really liked Jed. I thought his dry and often inappropriate sense of humor was funny. By the time my show ended three hours later, the kittens were back in my box, which was now lined with someone’s sweater. All the kittens were sound asleep with Jaz sleeping beside the box.

I interrogated Jed about where he got the sweater. He just shrugged his shoulders. When I pestered him further, he admitted it had been in the closet for several years. Then he said Jaz had eaten one or two of the kittens, no doubt to distract me from the sweater. Since I had already had done a headcount and knew they were all there, I just petted Jaz.

I have no idea what happened to the first story I wrote where Jed and I give into our feelings. (Something that never happened in reality) All that’s left of the first story is a paragraph in Public Secrets where my heroine shares a bit about her past with the FBI agent.

An Excerpt from Public Secrets

Luke sighed. “How old were you?”


“Were you having an affair?” Luke asked. He knew the answer, for he was very familiar with her background. But he was curious how honest she planned to be.

She shook her head. “It’s ironic. Angie had been accusing Jed of sleeping with me for months. Her accusations had practically driven him into my arms.

 The reason I didn’t go home that night, the reason Billy killed her instead of me, was because I was with Jed for our first and only time. That infidelity saved my life but almost cost me my sanity.”

Luke frowned. He was uncertain whether she had spoken the truth, but unable to prove it a lie. The file suggested the affair had been going on for months, based entirely on second-hand speculation. However, the only night the investigator could actually verify the two had stayed in a hotel room together was the night of the murder.

“The reporters were horrible, stalking me day and night. I couldn’t stand it. I quit the station and moved to a new town, changed my name to Carla Simon and hid in my house, too afraid to go out in case I might be recognized.”

Public Secrets
Book 1 of the AI Sci-Rom Series
Liza O’Connor

Carla Simon is a best-selling novelist besieged by death threats and lawsuits because her stories keep turning out to be true. She is considered an extraordinary researcher, uncovering facts unknown by field experts.

The truth is far simpler and more disturbing. Carla has a software program that “fixes” her mistakes and rewrites her novels so they are error-proof both in presentation and in content. The result is beautifully written and completely accurate stories about real people and events.

Some of those people want her silenced forever. When a woman, mistaken for Carla, turns up dead in New Zealand, she must face the hard truth about her program. But first, she has to survive the assassin who has never failed to deliver on a contract.

Free with Kindle Unlimited

About Liza
Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad behaviors have given her lots of fodder for her books. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.

You have been warned.

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Tuesday, June 5, 2018

The Badari Warriors SciFi Romance series by Veronica Scott

Meet the latest in the series:

By Veronica Scott

Thanks for having me as your guest today! It’s always fun to be your guest and talk scifi romance.

In my current series the heroes are the Badari, genetically engineered warriors, created by an alien race to do battle with the Sectors, the humans’ interstellar civilization. A colony of humans has been kidnapped and brought to the scientists’ world for experimentation and of course the Badari and the humans have allied themselves together, escape and are now battling the aliens. I’m having a lot of fun with this series and for the current book, JADRIAN, I decided to explorea bit of life in the so-called sanctuary valley where the rebels hide out. I also wanted to have a couple who feel they might be fated mates, yet have a number of obstacles in their path.

Taura Dancer has been pushed to her limits by alien torturers known as the Khagrish and is ready to die when suddenly the lab where she’s held as a prisoner is taken down by an armed force of soldiers.

The man who rescues her from a burning cell block is Jadrian of the Badari, a genetically engineered alien warrior with as many reasons to hate the Khagrish as Taura has. This set of shared past experiences and the circumstances of her rescue create an unusual bond between them.

Safe in the hidden base where Jadrian and his pack take her, Taura struggles to regain her lost memories and overcome constant flashbacks during which she lashes out at all who come near. Only Jadrian can recall her from the abyss of her visions and hallucinations.

As the war against the Khagrish continues, it becomes increasingly critical to find out who she really is and how she can help in the fight. Until she can control her terrors and trust her own impulses, Taura’s too afraid to pursue the promise of happiness a life with Jadrian as her mate might offer.

When he’s captured by the dreaded enemy, will she step forward to help save him, or will she remain a prisoner of her past?

This is the third book in a new scifi romance series and each novel has a satisfying Happy for Now ending for the hero and heroine, not a cliffhanger. Some overarching issues do remain unresolved in each book since this is an ongoing series but romance always wins the day in my novels!

After her rescue by Jadrian, Taura has been in the human hospital in the valley but doesn’t really feel safe yet.:

“Can I go outside? Make sure we’re not at the Khagrish lab?”

Jadrian looked at the doctor. “Doc?”

To Taura’s surprise, the doctor nodded. “A short field trip might be a good idea, but only for a few minutes. She’s very weak, obviously disoriented and having flashbacks, whether she remembers them or not.”

“May I?” he asked, holding his hands out to Taura. “I question your ability to walk too far but I’d be pleased to assist.”

Reassured yet again by his understanding of how she might be feeling, she managed to whisper her consent.

He swept Taura into his arms, exactly as he had in the burning lab, and carried her from the hospital room.

She nestled closer to his reassuring bulk. “I just—the Khagrish screwed with my mind—I have to be sure—” Biting her lip, frustrated at being unable to string together a coherent sentence, she closed her eyes. “I’m not crazy.”

Jadrian hugged her. “Of course you’re not. I understand. We all do. For starters, if you’re doubting us, you might notice we took off the Khagrish neurocontroller before we loaded you onto the flyer at the lab.”

She stared at her right arm, rubbing the slightly discolored skin where the black bracelet had been. “Thank you.”

Her gallant rescuer moved past other people who stepped aside, gawking. She kept her focus on Jadrian, refusing to be embarrassed. The plain blue hospital gown was a boxy one piece garment keeping her modest. Her current physical and mental condition was not her fault. I need to know I’m truly out of that hellhole of a lab. If she could verify she’d been taken to a new location, she could let down her guard a little bit. Maybe unwind a turn or two of the intense anxiety tying her in knots. Her hope grew the further Jadrian carried her.
A door whooshed open at his approach and a cool night breeze brushed against her as Jadrian carried her away from the building.

“I’m going to set you on your feet now,” he said. “I imagine you’d prefer to stand, tough little human you’ve shown yourself to be. But I’ll stay right here.”

As he loosened his grip she slid from his embrace. He had to steady her because the vertigo was overwhelming, but she stared hungrily around. It was pitch dark, save for the lights of the medical building behind her and a few softly glowing pools of illumination in the distance. Moss-like growth cushioned her bare feet, and she scrunched her toes into the velvet texture, so different from the cold bare floor of the prison. A breeze ruffled her hair, and she sniffed greedily at the scent of forest trees and night blooming flowers.

“Sanctuary valley,” he said, making a sweeping gesture. His voice held a note of pride. “The Khagrish can’t get you here.”

“So you and the doctor keep telling me.” She threw her head back to contemplate the stars blanketing the night sky with points of brilliance. She didn’t recognize any of the constellations, but the fact didn’t upset her. She knew she was on an alien world, kidnapped from the Sectors, so of course she wouldn’t be able to read the stars. “I’m free.”

Review of  Jadrian:
 A Badari Warriors SciFi Romance Novel
by Veronica Scott

I was captivated on page one!

Taura wanted an end to the constant torment by the uncaring aliens that performed mentally and physically painful tests on her every day...except for today. For some reason they had left her in her tiny cell today.

It took her awhile to realize the ship was being boarded by different aliens.
While the 'new aliens' appeared to be rescuing her, after all the mind games her captors had used, she no longer knew what was real or not. However, when the very tall Jadrian lifted her up and carried her from the ship, a bond began to form between them.

However, nothing is easy in the intriguing story.  Taura has no memory of her past, only her nightmarish time on the torture ship. So despite the growing love between her and Jadrian, she refuses to become his mate because she has no clue about her past and the type of person she was.

Lots of regressions, difficulties, and anxiety attacks on her part, and great concern on his follows.

Also, the planet that Jadrian lives on is not particularly safe either.  But here, they are not alone. Here, the can fight back.

I truly enjoyed this story. I had no idea how it would end until I got there. 
Veronica Scott never fails to provide a fabulous and unique Sci-Fi Romance.

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Author Bio and Links:
USA Today Best Selling Author
“SciFi Encounters” columnist for the 
USA Today Happy Ever After blog

 Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

Seven time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances!

 She read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “The City On the Edge of Forever.”