Release Date: April 9, 2019
patrons from across the galaxy to track prey in a game built to enslave the
weak and mate the strong. The business is a long running family legacy and Xrez
is determined to succeed as his father had before him. He hadn’t meant to let
one human occupy his thoughts, mind, and body.
may come back to haunt him, but if he reveals the truth, he’ll ruin his chance
to capture the heart of the one he wants.
an early age. As a chemist, her life was average and mundane, just the way she
liked it. Until the impossible happened. Never did she imagine being abducted
by aliens and forced to participate in a survival of the fittest game called
The Hunt. If she survives and makes it to the end, she’ll be freed. If not,
she’ll be forced to mate the one who captures her.
determined to win at all costs, even if it means putting her trust in a sexy
alien who taunts her in the most delectable way.
was built on betrayal. Can she trust him with her heart and life?
intended for the female to see him. Not yet anyway. But after the mother and
children left, he stepped from the cover of the trees and onto the bank of the
under her breath about boyfriends and dating as she laid her clothes out to
male companion whom one has a romantic or sexual relationship with. Boyfriend.
An item of clothing for a woman or girl that is designed to be loose fitting or
another. Dating. To establish the date of an object or event. Dating. To
indicate or expose as being old-fashioned.
frowned. The intelligence file he’d read on humans had warned their speech was
riddled with nuances often hard to decipher. He’d found this true. He couldn’t
understand most of what was talked about as he’d followed the group. Now he was
confused yet again as she spoke about, “All the things I’m going to do when I
back into the water, deeper than she’d been before and dipped her head back.
She hummed as she ran her fingers through her hair. He watched her for a while
as she used her fingers to work out the kinks there. Then, as if in slow
motion, she straightened. He knew the moment her eyes caught sight of him,
panic and fear crossed her features. His female inhaled sharply.
begun referring to her as his? When I started
spilling my seed like a youngling every time I think of her.
could bolt, hoping she didn’t try to run. And if she did…
of chasing her down stirred within him. His blood spiked with adrenalin.
predatory nature was already in hyperdrive. He hadn’t stalked and hunted in so
long that his body thrummed with excitement. He felt more alive than he had in
a long time. He now understood why hunters came from all across the galaxy to
participate in the games and why they hunted for mates and companions. Xrez
longed to have his needs sated. And he wanted her small, supple and soft body
escaped from deep in his throat.
sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker
whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading
everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy
romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from
mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms
in distant galaxies.
Title: The Commanders’ Mate
Series: Interstellar Brides #15
Author: Grace Goodwin
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2019
Commander Karter is a Prillon Warrior. His first duty is to protect his people, to defend the Coalition worlds from a fate too terrible to comprehend. Battle is his life. His heart. He fights. He has never once been selfish enough to believe he deserved an Interstellar Bride. Until he’s matched at the worst possible time.
Astronomer Erica Roberts has always dreamed of seeing the stars. Volunteering as an Interstellar Bride is a win-win, not only will she be able to see the galaxy, but she’s more than ready to take on the two alien warriors she’s been promised. She’s all in. But when she transports directly into the aftermath of a battle, she quickly learns this won’t be an easy match. Her two commanders are torn between battling the Hive and battling their need for her.
If a new Hive weapon can destroy a Coalition battlegroup in the space of a single heartbeat, what will it do to Commander Karter’s match? And how is he and his second supposed to keep their mate safe if they can’t even save themselves?
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“Ms. Roberts, your testing is complete.”
That voice. Damn it, I knew that voice, but I didn’t want to come back. I wanted to stay with my mates. “My mates.” I hated the choking pain I heard in my own voice, but I couldn’t stop the protest. No one had ever touched me like that, made me feel like I was his, no their, world.
“All in good time, Ms. Roberts.” That matter-of-fact tone brought me fully back to reality, and I recognized the firm press of the testing chair beneath me. This place, it was like going to the dentist, a necessary evil. But this was no ordinary dentist’s chair. I was locked down, wrists, waist and ankles secured with padded buckles like I was some kind of dangerous criminal.
But then, sometimes the women in this chair were criminals. Just not me. I was a volunteer. I had nothing left on this rock called Earth. After I’d caught my ex-fiancé sleeping with my roommate, I’d dumped his ass and taken the new job at the observatory on the big island of Hawaii, thinking the stars I loved so much would distract me from what a low-life loser I’d almost married.
Instead, those small twinkling lights had called to me. I had been staring up at the stars for almost as long as I could remember, the obsession never leaving me, not even when I graduated after finishing my Masters and started my career in astronomy. Fifteen years ago, when I’d gotten my first telescope for my birthday, actually going out there hadn’t been an option. There was no space travel. No aliens. Nothing. We’d been alone in the universe.
But now? Now we humans knew the truth. Earth was one of almost three hundred planets being protected by the Interstellar Coalition Fleet. Without the Coalition, Earth would fall prey to the Hive, a scary-as-fuck race of freakish biosynthetic cyborgs that consumed new races and new planets to feed their never-ending need to expand. Grow. Conquer.
They reminded me of the Borg from Star Trek, but I kept that opinion to myself at the office. Hell, everywhere. Half of the people thought the whole thing was a hoax and conspiracy to convince humanity to send sacrificial lambs up into space for freakish alien breeding programs, or as expendable soldiers for nothing but suicide missions.
I didn’t believe the conspiracy theory websites. Not just because my mother was a NASA engineer and knew more about what was going on than most, but because there were a handful of warriors who’d come home after serving their two years. I’d made a point of tracking them down, reading their interviews, visiting as many as I could, as many as would talk to me. I wanted to know about the other worlds. What sort of animals roamed these unknown planets? What type of plants and terrain would I see? What did the aliens who populated those worlds look like? What did they eat? What were their customs? I wanted to know everything.
But all they ever talked about was war. PTSD on a massive scale. Whatever was out there, it was bad. Those who would talk to me—once I used my own university credentials to convince them I was not a fanatic or an all-around crazy person—talked of little but the battlefields, and the enemy.
As terrifying as the Hive sounded, I wanted to know everything. But I wanted to know how the other Coalition races lived, not just how they died. War was war. It sucked. But what were all those alien warriors fighting to protect?
Guess I’d find out, assuming the testing had worked. I sure as hell hoped it had. I was not small, which my ex had taken great pleasure in pointing out as often as possible. I was tall to start with, as tall as a lot of men, and yes—I was carrying a bit of extra weight. But I loved my body. The softness of my stomach, my extra-large breasts. Skinny girls didn’t get the goods, and I had them in spades. Boobs. Ass. Boom-baby. I didn’t want to go home, back to work, back to my normal life. I would never be the same again, not after this. Not after them. The two mates in the dream. They weren’t mine, but still. Wow.
Now I was addicted, needed two men, two cocks. Dirty talk and four hands and hard, hot fucking. Lots and lots of cum that would make me—
“Ms. Roberts? Can you hear me?” She sounded impatient now, the woman I could sense looming over me. She wasn’t mean, just… efficient. I wanted to linger in that magical place, stuffed full of two hard cocks and more love than I’d ever felt in my entire…
“Erica, do you need a doctor?”
Damn. “No. I’m fine.” I opened my eyes and blinked, taking in the testing room. Sweat coated my skin, the orgasm that had been just a dream lingered, my skin warm, my nipples hard, my heart racing.
But was it all about the sex?
No, my mind would not let go of exactly what those warriors had promised to their mate. Cum. Seed. Baby.
On Earth, I couldn’t even find a man who wanted to have sex with me. Those who weren’t afraid of my height were freaked the fuck out by my…
“Erica, are you sure you’re all right?” Warden Egara asked, coming to stand before me. “You’re taking a bit longer than usual to come out of the testing phase.”
Testing phase? Was that what they called intense orgasms around here?
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to come back yet. It was just getting good.”
Grace Goodwin is a USA Today and international bestselling author of Sci-Fi & Paranormal romance. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of. Grace hates the snow, loves the mountains (yes, that’s a problem) and wishes she could simply download the stories out of her head instead of being forced to type them out. Grace lives in the western US and is a full-time writer, an avid romance reader and an admitted caffeine addict.
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01/23/2019 New Release – Across the Stars: Cyborg Genesis Series Book #1 by Lauren Smith and Noah Chinn
Title: Across the Stars
Series: Cyborg Genesis #1
Authors: Lauren Smith & Noah Chinn
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: January 23, 2019
“We wait, we hide, and watch Earth burn across the stars…”
– From the lost pages of the ARK Diary
She’s one of the last free humans. On the run… And running out of time.
Laina Roberts has been on the run for ten years, a freeborn human hiding from the cyborgs of the Silver Legion who now controls what’s left of humanity. Moving secretly from planet to planet and space station to space station makes for a damn lonely life—and don’t even get her started on how long it’s been since she last had sex. Sometimes she thinks it might be worth turning herself in to the cyborgs just to end the loneliness. That is, until she’s caught!
Captured by a hot-as-hell Legion officer, the cyborg Ronan makes her think being probed by him might not be so bad. But becoming a cyborg’s slave—sex or otherwise—isn’t high on her to-do list. She doesn’t trust him and doesn’t understand his constant questions about Earth—especially those about her long-dead relatives. Ronan can just kiss her ass—oh yes, please—because she is not going to let her desires or his incredibly perfect body weaken her resolve. She now has a new mission, to convince the cyborgs and the rest of the galaxy that all Terrans, humans and synthetic humans like cyborgs, have the right to be free.
If only he didn’t make her feel like melting into his arms and never leaving. Being captured by a cyborg might not be so bad after all…
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“Get up, freeborn.”
The bark of his order made the woman flinch, and she began to unwind, as though forcing herself to relax. Her body uncurled, and she pushed herself into a sitting position, wiping dust from her face and hair. She looked helpless. How ironic, given what her ancestors had done to him and his kind.
Her lovely gray eyes—yes, even he could admit that much about them—shone like the hull of the Orion. Pure. Beautiful. When her gaze finally settled on his face, her eyes darkened. Like the Scar on Jupiter, they clouded and churned.
“You.” She let out a whisper, only audible to him. She shoved herself to her feet and wobbled unsteadily before regaining her balance. Did she recognize him?
“Under the regulations of the Sol Patriation Act as set forth by order of the Galactic High Council, you are hereby detained by the Silver Legion. You will be returned to Terran space, where you will spend the rest of your days in the service of the Terran Colony Fleet. Ensign, restrain her.”
The moment Julian took a step toward her, she swung a fist at him. He easily caught her wrist and twisted it until her legs buckled, and she fell to her knees at his feet with a cry of pain.
“Why did you think that would work?” Julian asked.
The woman gasped, face still ravaged with the pain of his tight hold.
He leaned in closer, anger growing. “I’ve been fighting tougher opponents than you for three hundred years. I once took down a gorg with my bare hands. Why did you think such a feeble attack would succeed?”
The woman shut her eyes, wincing with pain as she took a deep breath.
“Answer me, freeborn,” Julian demanded, gripping her more forcefully.
Ronan was about to tell Julian to stand down when she struck, driving her other fist into Julian’s groin. He cursed as he released her. The woman dove past a shocked Alanna and ran for the door. Ronan aimed his pulse gun and fired, striking her between the shoulders. She went down hard, head smacking into the floor.
The control room went silent, except for the electric drone of computers, as Ronan walked over to the unconscious woman. A cut above her left eye from where she’d hit the floor was dripping blood onto the deck.
An emotion wormed its way to his chest. Pity. He pitied this woman. She was so frail, so breakable, like the rest of her doomed people. And yet she was brave enough to evade him and his team, even if the attempt was ultimately futile. It was a pity that freeborns had so many failings. It ruined the few strengths they had.
Ronan knelt and slid one arm behind her back and one behind her knees to lift her up in his arms. He carried her body to his chest and walked back to Alanna and Julian.
“Have the boarding party return to the ship,” he said to Alanna. “Notify the commander that we are returning to the Orion.” He then looked at the Nubran captain. “We have acquired your ‘stowaway,’ Captain. I have no further interest in your vessel. You may resume your course.”
Zore nodded, carrying a mixture of relief and sadness. “Thank you.” Her eyes strayed to the human’s face. “Please, don’t go hard on her. She is a nice person. Always polite. Worked hard. She never caused any trouble.”
Julian groaned. “I beg to differ.”
Zore frowned, her amber eyes darkening. “You would have done the same in her position. Any one of us would.”
“What’s your point, Captain?” Ronan asked in irritation.
“My point is that she is undeserving of whatever fate you have in store for her. I would think, coming from a race once persecuted like they are now, you would be more merciful.”
The Nubran’s words were bold and unafraid, her determination to stand up for the freeborn an unexpected turn. Ronan couldn’t help but wonder what hold this female had over Zore that she would risk her life and the lives of her crew.
“They receive all the mercy they deserve,” said Julian.
Zore’s head dropped, and she looked away. “You have the law on your side, and I have complied, but if you cannot see that justice must be tempered with wisdom, then there is nothing left to discuss. I will thank you to leave my ship in peace.”
“As you wish. Safe journey, Captain.” Ronan nodded to his subordinates, who flanked him as he left the control room and returned to the Orion, his prisoner still in his arms.
Commander Alaric Corvus stood waiting for them on the other end of the airlock. His eyes zeroed in on the prisoner.
“So, you were right. You did see a woman on board,” Alaric mused. At two meters in height, he was slightly taller than Ronan, but he held an air of command about him that made him seem more solemn than the rest of the crew. A silver star sat on both of his epaulets, but with his service record he could easily have three if he desired. He was one of the first cyborgs to command a warship, and one of the leaders of the Cyborg Rebellion three hundred years ago.
“She gave us a bit of trouble.” Ronan tilted the body in his arms so the woman’s head rolled away from his chest and toward the commander. The wound above her eyes had caked and clotted.
“Doctor, we need you,” Alaric called over his shoulder. A woman appeared from the group that had gathered around the airlock. Dr. Valeria Schedar was the Orion’s chief medical officer. She wore the uniform of the Legion, only with a silver caduceus on her shoulders instead of a rank insignia. Her long blonde hair was pulled back at the nape of her neck and bound with a strap.
“Minor head trauma… Stunned with a pulse gun, I take it?” Valeria reached to take the woman’s body from Ronan.
He felt a strange urge keep her in his arms. Valeria looked up at Ronan and sensed his reluctance. Her lips curved in a soft, understanding smile.
“She won’t require a stretcher. Bring her to the infirmary. I still have to tend to her wounds.” Valeria headed for the sickbay, and Ronan followed. He felt his commander’s eyes on his back the entire way. He wasn’t behaving abnormally, was he?
The sickbay was a large room with multiple beds and various medical instruments. Though the cyborgs on board could regenerate from most injuries quickly without aid, the majority of the crew were synths, and as such they required more traditional care.
“Where should I put her?” Ronan asked, looking at the multiple beds. None of them looked particularly comfortable to him.
Valeria waved at the room as she searched for her instruments. “Anywhere is fine.”
The metal surface of the nearest medical exam table gleamed in the artificial light, looking cold and hard. Ronan had no desire to place the woman on that.
“Do you have something to lay on the bed to cushion her?”
Valeria chuckled. “Haven’t you been here since the refit?”
“I rarely need to come here.”
“Just lay her down and press the panel next to the bed, where it says ‘New Patient.’”
Ronan did so. As soon as he pressed the button, what he’d assumed was a metal surface slowly ballooned out, raising her up a few centimeters and cushioning her on all sides, raising her head up to a natural resting position.
“Elysian design,” the doctor said matter-of-factly. “Customizes the bed to the patient’s body, plus provides readings of basic body functions.” She pointed to the diagnostics panel above her head, which now lit up with her heart rate, pulse, and brain activity.
“I should have guessed.”
“Well, as you said, you rarely need to come here.”
Ronan’s attention returned to the prisoner. His fingers threaded through her hair. The chestnut strands felt like watered silk. A frisson of pleasure went through him, and he felt a surge of reluctant tenderness for her. That tenderness quickly turned to anger, then into something else. He pictured her looking at him not with fear but desire, and that desire being returned in kind. What would he do if…?
He blinked, Valeria’s call jarring him back. He shook his head and controlled himself. “What?” His hands were still deep in the soft coils of the freeborn’s hair. He freed his hand of the strands that clung to his fingers.
“You can daydream inappropriately on your own time, not mine. I need to wake her.” Valeria cleaned the prisoner’s head wound and covered the cut with a clear cream, which disappeared as it was absorbed. “She probably has a concussion. I need to make sure she didn’t suffer from any other injuries during her journey, and for that I’ll need to wake her.”
“Fine. Do it.” He waited as the doctor injected her with a serum that would pull the prisoner back into consciousness.
The woman’s lashes fluttered, and then her gray eyes, fogged with pain and confusion, locked onto his and held.
“You,” she gasped. Again she’d said that.
“Me,” he agreed. He forced himself to scowl, though part of him found her bewilderment amusing. But she was not a source of humor. Despite how she appeared, she was the enemy. He could never forget that.
AUTHOR BIOS & LINKS
USA TODAY Bestselling Author Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She knew she was destined to be a romance writer when she attempted to re-write the entire Titanic movie just to save Jack from drowning. Connecting with readers by writing emotionally moving, realistic and sexy romances no matter what time period is her passion. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, and a Semi-Finalist award for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.
Noah was born in Oshawa, Ontario, and had never quite forgiven it for that. Shortly after university, he moved to Tokyo, where he taught English for three years – yet somehow barely managed to learn a word of Japanese. After that, he moved to London in the hopes of making it as a writer, but the closest he came to literary success was working at several bookstores – each of which mysteriously closed down after his stay.
He now lives with his unbelievably patient and supportive wife, Gillian, in Vancouver, where he’s had better luck both as a writer and an editor.
He’s so far written four novels, including a paranormal roman8ic comedy with werewolves (Bleeding Heart Yard), a story about the end of the world, but not as you know it (Trooper #4), and a pair of mysteries set in 1980s Canada (Getting Rid of Gary and The Plutus Paradox).