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Thursday, February 16, 2017

Kayelle Allen invites you to meet the Antonello bros: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure



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?
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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!
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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)

Buy Links

This book is free on Kindle Unlimited

99 cents through the end of February
CreateSpace (Print) https://bit.ly/bro-mercy-csp
The sequel for this book is For Women Only
A free prequel is on the author's website https://kayelleallen.com/bro/

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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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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Kayelle Allen celebrates 3 Novels Oct 11-24

At the Mercy of Her Pleasure by Kayelle Allen
Antonello Brothers Series (Book 1)
Prequel to For Women Only (Antonello Brothers series)
Publication Date: August 2, 2015
Reprint – previously published under the same title
Genre: Sci-fi Romance
Heat level: Mainstream (PG13)
Summary
He’s a thief. She’s a soldier. Do opposites attract? Oh, mercy!
Professional thief Senth Antonello is hired to retrieve a stolen prototype for which the imperial armada has already killed twice. When Senth’s brother is kidnapped to ensure the device is surrendered, Senth must rescue his brother, outsmart the armada, and keep the item out of imperial hands. All doable, except for one small problem. Senth must accomplish it in the company of a genetically altered woman whose pheromones could enhance the mission or crumble it into dust with a single siren kiss.
Download the first chapter of At the Mercy of Her Pleasure

 Excerpt
This scene is from the opening part of the book.

Deep in the shadows outside a ruined warehouse, Senth Antonello shoved back the hood of his sensor-blocking cloak and fanned himself. The Thieves' Guild tech let him hide from copbot scans, but it didn't cool him. Sweat beaded on his skin. Using his fangs, he unfastened first one glove, then the other, and peeled them off. He tucked them into one of dozens of hidden pockets in the cloak, and wiped his face.

The faint sound of gang chant carried in the chilled night air. Gangs in the Crooktown District hunted mixed breeds like him. At first glance, Senth appeared human, but with his catlike eyes and fangs, no one could miss his Kin nature. In moonlight, his eyes would glow.

The chant grew louder, along with the sound of breaking glass. The deeper darkness that followed meant two things: another streetlight had met its end, and that gang was closer than Senth had thought.
"You come down here, I skin you." Senth flattened himself against the brick wall. "I skin you, the Grand Master skins me. Let's do each other a favor, huh, boys?”

Worse, the Grand Master would inform Senth's Sen'dai. His guild master. The crime lord all the other crime lords feared. The Man. The Harbinger. Luc Saint-Cyr.

The Guild didn't accept non-humans, unless they were enslaved to a human member. No one could rise past level ten, unless related to a human member. Guild-arranged marriages and adoptions happened regularly. To keep the Guild happy, Saint-Cyr was Senth's lord and master and his adoptive father.

No way Senth wanted the Man angry with him. The last time, he'd almost…

Senth shook off the thought, drew his hood forward again, and edged around the corner into a darker alley. "Ffffftt!" The Kin cuss word hissed past his fangs. Where was Khyff? He had to be close. Senth had looked for hours. His HalfKin sense of smell caught a faint whiff of male, mixed with... He took another sniff. Someone--or something—else.

Pressed against the wall, Senth slipped around a corner, and hunkered down. He melted into the concealing darkness behind a barrel, and narrowed night-sensitive eyes.

His human half-brother leaned against the opposite wall of the trash-strewn alley. Khyffen Antonello's blond hair shone in the muted light. A female pinned him, arms around his neck. She tore open Khyff's shirt and ran her hands over his chest.

Senth folded himself into the tight space behind the barrel and settled in to wait. Protection of his brother went before any assignment. Family came first. At least tonight.

Senth's mother had died after birthing him. Khyff, who'd been three, had been told Senth was dead, and Khyff had been sold into slavery. Neither of them knew the other lived until a month ago. Neither had a clue about their biological fathers. Until Khyff found him, Senth's "family" consisted of the Man.

Pulling out a square of paper, Senth angled it to catch the dim light and read the words he'd copied from Saint-Cyr's note once more. You and Khyffen meet me at The Ghost. I have a job for you. Do it and I'll buy and free your brother, but it's going to cost you.

Of course it would. The Man didn't do anything for free. But if it got Khyff out of that hellhole, Senth would do it. He tucked away the note, and slipped on his gloves.

Senth's master had raised him to believe that no one should have to sell his body to survive. Saint-Cyr owned one slave, Senth, and only so he could rise within the Guild.

Senth and Saint-Cyr might not agree on much, but they both believed Khyff needed his freedom. But with Khyff's record, freeing him wouldn't be cheap, and it wouldn't be easy.

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For Women Only by Kayelle Allen
Antonello Brothers Series (Book 2)
Sequel To: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
Publication Date: August 2, 2015
Reprint – previously published under the same title
Genre: Sci-fi Romance
Heat level: Mainstream 

Summary
His secret truth is her people’s darkest lie.
When Kin Ambassador Mehfawni visits the capitol planet of the Tarthian Empire, she meets the human Khyff, a security expert with the company For Women Only. Fawni expects a fling, but finds love. Upon discovering her own people devastated his family, she longs to restore all he lost, but some tragedies can never be reversed. Her family demands she cast out the human, for if she keeps Khyff, she must deny her heritage and abdicate her future rule. When Fawni searches for an alternative, she stumbles upon Khyff’s darkest secret, a cover-up that if exposed, will betray her world to its enemies, and bare her family to open shame. But how can she let him suffer in the darkness that binds his heart?

Download the first chapter of For Women Only
Excerpt
This scene is between Khyff and his brother Senth, and Senth's fiancé NarrAy. They are discussing a Kin female. Kin are feline humanoids, and Senth is a mix of Kin and human. It begins with Senth speaking.

"Khyff, I think she had a thing for you, Bro.”

Khyff snorted. "Like I'd ever want a mangy Kin.”

"Mangy?" Senth's brows lowered. "Did you forget who you're talking to?”

NarrAy moved out from between them and around to the other end of the island.

"We've been over this, Sen." Khyff heard the impatient ring in his own voice and tried to curb it, without success. Fatigue clawed at his reserves of energy. "You look almost human. Why do you want to be accepted by those animals, anyway?”

"Kin aren't animals, Khyff. We've been over that, too.”

"Yes, they are." He fought the rage threatening to strangle his thoughts. "They tried to kill you the minute you were born. They didn't want you. They hated you on sight.”

"You mean you hated me, Khyff. You didn't want me." Senth stood, shoving the stool out of the way. "If it weren't for me being a half-breed, your mother might still be alive.”

"Our mother." He leaped to his feet. "She cried over you for days when the Kin stole you from her. Nothing I said or did made any difference." Khyff braced both hands on the counter. "I was a child, Sen. I couldn't help her, but I didn't know that then. I thought it was my fault. All I knew was because of you, they threw us out, and Mama wouldn't stop crying. She abandoned me because of you.”

NarrAy gasped and covered her mouth, eyes welling with tears. "Oh, Khyff. I'm so sorry you were hurt like that.”

All the strength drained out of him, taking the anger with it. He sat.

Senth slid a hand across the table and touched the tips of his fingers to Khyff's. With a male economy of words, that expressed enough. Both forgave.

NarrAy sidestepped around the counter and lifted her arms to Khyff for a hug.

He enfolded her in a warm, safe embrace, arms wrapped all the way around her tiny frame. He drew her between his knees and pressed his face against her neck.

Two years before, she'd rescued him after a savage attack that had landed him in the hospital. Since then, he'd allowed no one but her to touch him. Senth got a rare handshake.

He relished the pressure of her gentle arms around him, the rapture of her skin against his. Khyff risked chemical dependence, holding her. Even with short exposure, the touch of a Better addicted. She'd accidentally addicted him once, and he'd suffered while weaning himself. His brother could never leave this woman. Never love another. Senth was hers.

By new laws passed recently, NarrAy must cover her entire body in public. Khyff shouldn't risk addiction again. Shouldn't let her touch him. Shouldn't... He hugged her closer.

Her touch soothed, tranquilized. How anyone could expect a woman as loving as NarrAy to hide from the world? She wasn't dangerous. Already, the darkness of Khyff's soul was lifting, evaporating. Fading. How could he have forgotten how wonderful she smelled? How sweet she was? How comforting it was to be held?

The teapot whistled.

"I'll get it, Khyff." NarrAy stepped back.

The absence of her touch left Khyff bereft. Dropped him back into his darkness. He turned away. Careful not to let Senth see it, Khyff clutched one hand over his heart.
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Bro by Kayelle Allen
The story behind The Antonello Brothers
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance - Sweet; but with a kick!

Free Book
Available From: kayelleallen.com

Senth and Khyff, the Antonello Brothers from At the Mercy of Her Pleasure and For Women Only, did not grow up together. They were separated at Senth’s birth. Bro shows how and why, and what event reunited them. 

Funny and yet touching, Bro takes you inside the Tarthian Empire and introduces you to three of its major denizens: Senth, Khyff, and Luc Saint-Cyr. You’ll find them in many stories in the Empire.
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Author Bio:

Kayelle Allen is a best selling, multipublished, EPIC Award winning Science Fiction Romance author. She is known for unstoppable heroes, uncompromising love, and unforgettable passion. In 2011, she founded The Author's Secret, an author support company specializing in eBook conversion services and graphic design. In 2006, Kayelle created Marketing for Romance Writers, a self-help mentoring group which helps members of the literary community to learn effective marketing skills by working in a co-op for promotion. She teaches workshops and is a guest on numerous online conferences. She holds an honorary lifetime membership to Outlantacon, a scifi convention for the gay geek. Her blog, Romance Lives Forever, hosts authors, models, and filmmakers, and boasts its own hashtag and daily newsletter on Twitter.

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