Hey, aliens can be very sexy, right? Do you remember when you thought about aliens, they were all little green men with huge heads and even large bug eyes? Times have changed. We’ve romanticized our concept of aliens, which makes writing romance oh-so delicious. For everyone who had a feeling that there might be a second in the Cenzan world, you were right. Releasing on February 22nd, you just might find out some answers.
Take the very first taste of what is now called Mastering Their Mate – but the title is going to change.
“Take her. Now! She will be punished severely.” The commanding voice was husky, laced with the kind of sensuality that would leave any woman panting with desire – human or otherwise.
I wasn’t one of them.
“Yes, captain.” The second voice was just as dark, a sneer remaining on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.
The five creatures standing in front of a wayward group of humans were massive in size, their violet hued muscular bodies and piercing tangerine eyes demanding surrender. They were spectacular in every manner, their bodies chiseled from fine marble, skin glistening in the late morning sun as if flecked with sprinkles of gold. Their leader was regal, standing at well over six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair accentuating his voluptuous lips. Even the deep baritone of his husky and sensuous voice could be considered paralyzing for several reasons.
They were from the Cenzan race, a species that had touted their friendshipfrom the second they’d appeared, but I’d never been stupid enough to buy their crap.
They’d arrived on Earth almost two years before with little fanfare, crowding our airspace and attempting to become our friends. I’d seen their arrival, my face glued to the telescans like so many others in the surviving countries. There’s been so much trepidation then eagerness, like puppies longing for a new master. So many humans had bought their bullshit, falling for their handsome, rugged features and seductive manners.
The bastards who’d killed my father.
I took a decided step backward, defying the leader’s command, sneering at him in my usual defiant manner. “Stay away from me, you beasts. Fuck you!”
“You will not talk to the captain that way or you will be killed!” The Cenzan’s angry voice was more like a snarl.
Captain, huh? Who the hell cared?
“Be quiet, Lexi.”
“Don’t anger them.”
I rolled my eyes hearing the various whispers – human whispers.
The other members of my hidden city stood huddled in fear, their breathing scattered as they attempted not to draw any attention to themselves. I’d done that for all of us. They’d hunted us like wild animals, breaking through our defense systems easily.
The great captain took a giant stride forward, his penetrating eyes concentrating on only me. I refused to blink.
I’d learned to hate the alien creatures. In my mind they were ruthless barbarians who had no care or understanding of human life. We were nothing to them but flesh and bone, men forced to work like imprisoned dogs, providing them nourishment. Sadly, the fate of fertile female humans was much worse. What little news traveled the airwaves told of horrific deeds, women abducted against their will. I’d followed the news since their arrival, making note of everything I’d heard. So much was confirmed by my father, a true hater of their kind. Then he was gone, taken from my mother and I in a flash.
The Cenzans believed they could rule our kind, stripping away what was left of our humanity. That would never happen as long as I was alive.
I was a fighter, a highly acclaimed astro-physicist, as well as a daughter of two highly trained scientists. I was also considered important to the lives of those living in Virginia City. Perhaps I’d turned into a dreamer, longing for what I’d been taught as a child, a kinder, gentler Earth.
That was no more.
The Cenzans were preparing to take over.
An earlier war had destroyed much of our lands, killing millions of people. We’d fought for our basic survival, only to be conquered by the most savage creatures in the entire solar system. My skin crawled just thinking about them. And here they were, attempting to punish me for protecting my people.
The leader gazed up and down the length of my trembling body, the look raw and visceral.
I was shaken, much more so than I wanted to let on and lifted my weapon. “Stay away from all of us or I willkill you.”
The leader took two giant strides, slapping away the weapon with ease, his hand snapping around my arm as he scanned the crowd. “This is what happens to those who do not obey us.”
As I struggled to get out of his powerful hold, he unfastened his belt, yanking the leather strap from the loops. I was stunned, unable to get away, fear crowding out any concept of breathing. “Let me go!” I finally screeched, longing for anyone in the city to stop him.
But they didn’t.
There was no way of knowing just how many monsters there were surrounding us and what they intended on doing. The boom only minutes before had been earthshattering, followed by flashes of searing white light, eradicating several of our specialized scientific equipment. Chaos had ensued, members of the city racing for cover. I’d had seconds to grab my gun, racing toward the entrance, the first to encounter the Cenzans entering our secured space.
“Get off me, you bastards!”
Issuing a series of guttural and very dark sounds, the leader wasted no time in doling out punishment, ignoring my defiance.
As the leather strap came down against my backside, I sucked in my breath, refusing to give the monster the satisfaction of hearing my cry. I was mortified, rage encompassing every inch of me. How in the hell had they broken through our cloaking device? Our heat sensors were blocked off, cooled to the point only a few instruments of any kind would be able to detect our presence.
He brought the strap down again. And again. The strikes were hard, the force jerking my body forward. The pain didn’t register at first but when it did, awakening every nerve ending, tears formed in my eyes. The moment was shocking, driving me to a heightened level of absolute shame. How could any creature do this for simply questioning what the hell they were doing?
What do you think? As you’ve learned, I write in several genres. You never know what’s going to come next. My latest release is all rugged cowboy. He’s a Marine, a survivor and has his eye on the very woman he fell in love with ALL those years ago. HOT off the presses.
TAMING HIS BRAT
The music seemed to stop, creating a vacuum as she turned to study the cowboy. The voice was so similar to Rex’s, a deep baritone, but there were no shivers, no wetness. He just wasn’t the one. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m a little tired.”
“Well, if you rest up, little lady, come find me.”
Giving him a polite nod, she quickened her step, happy to see she was the second person in line. The wine in her hand, she headed for the bank of trees and picnic tables, far removed from the crowd. She leaned against a large oak tree, still tapping her foot in time to the music. The moon was almost full, creating a light show with the stars. She’d forgotten how beautiful Texas could be, especially at night. “I wish I may, I wish I might…” She allowed the words to die off.
“Wish upon a star tonight.”
Shards of electricity sheared along the backs of her legs, pulsing into her pussy, forcing her nipples to harden. She swallowed when he flanked her side, gazing up at the sky, his face pensive. The awkwardness was palpable. “What did you wish for?”
“Same thing I always do.” Rex kicked his heel into the grass.
“What about you?” he asked, darting a look over his shoulder.
“I don’t have a wish.”
“Everyone has a wish, even though we can’t be certain it’ll come true.”
She studied his long neck and strong shoulders, the short cropped blond hair, long legs that were to die for, and the most tantalizing lips she’d ever seen. “Why didn’t you call me?” Perfect conversation.
“After the night in school.” Cooper whispered the words.
He seemed taken aback, turning to face her. “You remember that night.”
“I’ve never forgotten anything about that night. Everything was magical, special. Then you didn’t call and left town. I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I hated you, figuring you were just one of those guys.”
Rex lowered his head, brushing one hand through his hair. “Cooper, I loved the night we shared. Truth is, I wanted more.” He seemed to hesitate.
“Okay.” She had no idea what to say. “Then you should have called me. You should have said anything to me. Anything to help me understand.”
“You’re right. I was an asshole,” he whispered as he gazed up at the sky, shaking his head. “You have no idea how much I wanted to see you again, but I didn’t want to start anything because I knew it would have to end.”
“Why? I don’t understand.”
“You don’t know?”
“Know?” she repeated, inching closer. What was she supposed to have known?
He scrunched his face. “Where I’ve been.”
“No. I just got back into town myself. I didn’t talk to anyone and came back only twice for Christmas. I just wanted to get away, you know?” She took a sip of her wine, hiding behind the glass. Another song started, and she tipped her head, smiling as she looked in the direction of the band. “Do you remember this song?”
“Not easy to forget. Rascal Flatts—‘I Won’t Let Go.’” When he said the words, he inched closer.
“That was my dream and with you. I realize we were just kids, but everything was magical,” she said then exhaled, swaying her hips back and forth.
“Yeah. I’ve thought about us more than a few times.”
His voice sounded so haunted, full of pain. “Where did you go, Rex?” she dared to ask.
“The reason I didn’t call you was because I’d signed up for the Marines.”
Narrowing her eyes, she had no idea what to say. “I honestly had no idea. You enlisted?”
“Yep. I wanted to get away from my father and the ranch. I wasn’t that good in school, so I had limited choices for college. Seemed like the right decision to make. Fight for the rights of people, ensure the safety of my beloved country. Our country.”
“Then you’re a hero.” As soon as she said the words, his expression changed, becoming darker and even in the moonlight, she could see the mist in his eyes. “No matter what happened during your time, serving alone makes you a hero. Never forget that.”
He looked away, a deep breath escaping his lips.
“I wasn’t teasing. I wouldn’t tease about something like that. I just… Well, I just wanted you to know.” Cooper felt like the same young girl who’d thought she was in love with him.
Rex smiled and nodded, closing the distance and taking the wine from her hand. Every move deliberate, he eased the plastic glass onto the table and took both her hands into his. “How about a dance?”
She wasn’t certain why tears formed, threatening to reveal her sappy inner self. Perhaps because of her thoughts and wishes regarding the past or because of the sadness in his eyes, but she dug her nails into his hands, shaking. “I don’t do this very well.”
“Neither do I.” As the song continued, the sultry lilting sounds floating in their direction, he took the lead, keeping their bodies moving in time to the beat.
Relaxing, she gave him a shy smile and glanced down at her feet. There were so many words she wanted to say, thoughts about the past, but there was no reason. Six years had passed and they’d both changed. Maybe too much. “I would have given you my virginity that night.”
His eyes opening wide, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against her forehead. “And I would have been honored.” He eased one hand around her waist, pulling her close.
Cooper stiffened at first then as the tension passed, she eased her head against his carved chest, drinking in the strong scent of musk and testosterone. Just being in his arms created a wave of heat between her legs, yet she had no idea what to say or how to think. The slick wetness soaked into her already damp panties and with every shift, her erect nipples became a distinct reminder of her complicated yearning.
He pulled her even closer, his hips swaying, his footsteps leading them in a wide arc.
The feel of his groin against her stomach stole her breath, the way he throbbed, his hardness allowing her to know his feelings, his longing. Closing her eyes, she fell into the moment, clutching his shirt, her legs quivering. When he leaned in, holding her even tighter, the entire world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Her breath skipped, electricity searing every nerve ending. Everything about this was a sinful temptation or maybe a reminder of exactly what she couldn’t have.
Now, what are you reading this weekend?
Kisses and spanks…