Ode to My Mother and What’s Coming Next

Happy Mother’s Day! I don’t usually talk about my personal life very much other than fun statistics, but I feel such a loss for my mom today. She died when I was only 25 of a  stroke. Devastating to say the least. She was my best friend and the first person to encourage my writing. When I was 16 and had finished my 13th full length novel, she baked me a cake to celebrate. You can’t ask for more.

the-boys-04-29-2018She had a difficult life – abused for years by my father, but she kept the light shining in her soul, teaching me that good does overcome evil. She was barely 5’4″, one hundred pounds soaking wet while my father was over 6’5″ and all muscle. You can imagine. In truth, I was lucky to gain some of my father’s physical traits. At 5’11” when I was only 13, I was able to throw him out of the house at knife point when I was 16. She finally lived a fabulous life for 9 more years and I was lucky to be a part of her blossoming.

One fun story that I am proud of. I lied at barely 17 to take a waitressing job where liquor was served. I saved all my money and was able to purchase the one thing she always wanted – a mink coat. I don’t want to hear the animal stories. I know. But it was a different time then and for her. She always watched the glorious movies with actresses trailing the mink across the floor. She was able to do that.

I miss her every day and thank God she was in my life. I don’t have human children – my choice because I’d make a horrible mother given my understanding of abuse, but I am blessed to have two beautiful furry babies. They are my world.

Celebrate your mother today no matter the circumstance. Love is all that matters.

What’s coming up? Well, surprise! The third in the Cenzan world – Hunting Their Mate – is coming May 24th. Here’s an unedited excerpt that I hope you enjoy!

HUNTING THEIR MATE

Kristina

The Creepers were everywhere, consuming our resources and destroying our way of life. They were true monsters, walking the Earth as if we owed them something. To hell with that. The mother fuckers thought they could rule us, and even more disgusting was the realization that a huge percentage of humans had fallen into their trap. They actually believed the gargantuan aliens wanted to be our friends, keep the peace.

I knew better.

The Cenzan Federation had infiltrated Earth almost two years before, blending with our people. The various government reactions had been mixed, although mostly favorable, acting as if their arrival had been foreseen.

Maybe it had.

I certainly knew there were possibilities of other lifeforms, had been educated to understand we couldn’t be the only inhabitable planet, but to have them not only living but thriving on our bruised and broken planet had been horrific to watch. Those past two years had changed everything, including my beliefs in any concept of a decent future.

I’d seen the Cenzan soldiers in action dozens if not hundreds of times, their false pretenses easy to see through. All they hungered for were human females to breed and bear their ugly little hybrids. I snorted at the thought. And the recent propaganda being issued by the various government leaders was ridiculous.

A New World Full of Peace and Prosperity.

Uh-huh. Only if every last breathing alien creature was wiped off our planet.

I allowed my mind to wander to a horrible vision from the past, the very moment I was shoved into the position of forging a new path, existing on my own. My entire world had been exterminated, the weapons used Cenzan guns. I’d been the single person from my home village to survive and the only reason because I’d wandered off, longing for time alone at my favorite stream. I’d heard the shots, the bloodcurdling screams as I raced through the trees. At that moment, I’d lost every ounce of humanity as well as the majority of my heart, my entire family taken from me.

Hatred had replaced any concept of love.

A mission formed in my mind as I cradled my dying baby sister in my arms.

I would hunt the aliens down one by one.

“That the place you mentioned?” I asked as the small group of us exited the bank of trees and the protection the forest offered, leaving our dirt bikes hidden under thorny brush. What was left of this particular dilapidated city had been turned into refuge stations for humans and aliens alike, dirty little bars and shitty shacks offering a fine selection of proclivities for those with the cash.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything but a stiff drink and some information. If by chance we were able to eliminate a few Cenzans, then the night would be considered damn good.

“That’s it. To Hell and Back. Catchy name, huh?” Luci laughed as she walked in front of me, studying the layout. She was one of my most formidable lieutenants, a weapons expert, including the use of Cenzan guns. We had a dozen in our arsenal and they’d come to good use in a full-scale attack. One day, our camp would be discovered by our enemy, but on that day, the aliens would be the ones to suffer.

Our particular mission on the full moon night was to gather information, securing the locations of Cenzan run colonies in order to develop an operational scheme. A bar where the liquor flowed and one known to be sympathetic to the aliens was the best place to garner correct data. It was amazing what human males would spill to females who offered them a seductive smile.

As far as the Cenzans? The plan was similar, only the alien warriors wouldn’t survive.

The bar had certainly seen better days, the dilapidated siding a sad reminder of our broken world. At least the neon sign, albeit missing a few bulbs, was glowing brightly in the night sky. Not every city had been destroyed during the great human war fifty years before, but those that hadn’t been were inundated with Cenzans, working and living alongside our illustrious government leaders and the pretty and privileged people.

The Creepers promised to help humans rebuild, using their expert knowledge. I’d yet to see anything worthwhile.

Ginger moved beside Luci, retrieving the console unit she’d retrofitted in order to search for Cenzans. The aliens had a higher body temperature, allowing a much more vivid color on a heat scanner that human lifeforms or animals. The device had come in handy on more than one occasion. “There are a few around, at least four inside the bar, more on the outskirts. We need to be careful.”

I flanked her side, taking a deep whiff. “I can smell their stench from here.” Careful wasn’t in my vocabulary, but I understood her meaning. Knowledge of our group had reached some Cenzan radar. Word on the proverbial street was that we were being hunted. Fuck that.

“I’m hungry to take out a few tonight,” Luci said, laughing as she allowed the steel of her switchblade to shimmer in the stream of moonlight.

“First, we drink. Then we kill, but only on my orders.” The women were excellent soldiers, trained by some of the best volunteers we had. Our numbers strong, the people well trained in various aspects of the military as well as science and engineering, we were a force to be reckoned with.

And there were more joining us every day.

“Good deal,” Ginger huffed, sliding the console onto her waistband.

As I walked inside, the disgusting odor of stale cigarettes and booze filtered into my nostrils. At least the place was clean, even festive given the circumstances. The long bar was brightly lit, various compserve units located in strategic locations along two walls, allowing every patron to hear more of the mindless bullshit regarding the new world.

Still, the location was safe enough.

The bartender wasn’t the only one who gave us more than a single onceover. Almost every other male in the joint did as well, human or otherwise. We sauntered through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I tapped my fingers on the bar, catching the eye of the scraggly looking man hovering behind the wooden slab in the shadows. Perhaps our reputation had proceeded us, although the realization there were no other women in the bar was disconcerting.

We were fresh meat.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he muttered as he walked closer.

“And you won’t get any unless you give me a reason to,” I retorted, eyeing his collection of liquor. At least the selection was decent.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from the end of the bar and snapped my head in the asshole’s direction. I wasn’t the kind of woman who gave any man a second look. I had my work and duties to fulfill and nothing else mattered. But this man was beautiful in every way, the kind a girl could fantasize about during a long, cold night. He also emitted a dangerous don’t-fuck-with-me aura that was almost as attractive as the man himself. I did appreciate a powerful brute, but only at standing distance. No man would ever dominate me.

My pussy clenched, my nipples tightening and for the love of God, even my mouth was bone dry.

The old expression was a tall drink of water. The blond was buff, his muscular arms stretching the limits of the tightly woven tee shirt. Even sitting in the shadows, I was able to see his angular jaw and chiseled features. What drew my eye the most was the colorful tattoo on his arm, sweeping under the material and sliding from his rounded collar along his powerful neck.

“Whatdya have?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila,” I ordered for all of us, unable to take my eyes off the hunk. I allowed my gaze to fall to his massive thighs for a few seconds, visions of one hard fuck sizzling the blood coursing through my veins.

I so hope you enjoyed!

Oh, don’t forget that my latest, ROUGHNECK is burning up the charts. I have a feeling you’ll love my rugged, dangerous, dirty cowboy/marine/roughneck. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

SYNOPSIS

He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up roughneck_fullwith one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

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Rogue – Part Man, Part Machine

I think my fabulous readers know I enjoy writing in several different genres. My latest release is no exception. I’ve had a fascination for Cyborg’s for years – perhaps because of a certain old movie starring Harrison Ford. Do you remember? This one is a bit dark, but a telling about how human nature makes a fight, even when the machine inside demands to take over – and kill…

I hope you enjoy a taste of this one on this fabulous Saturday!

ROGUE

SYNOPSIS

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue rogue_fullmachine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

EXCERPT

When her body stopped shaking, she finally opened her eyes, taking several seconds to realize what had just happened. Startled, she took a decided step backwards, forcing my hand from her dripping cunt.

I held my hand in front of my face, marveling at how the thick juice glistened in the light. “Is my release date the same?” I asked the question then drew my index finger across my lips. The taste of her was exquisite.

Sara watched me, dumbfounded, for at least a full minute before trying to look away. “Um. What?”

I suckled my fingers, one after the other, providing a guttural growl. “I asked. Is my release date the same?”

Blinking, she rubbed her hand through her mussed-up hair, licking the beads of sweat from her upper lip. Funny how her eyes never left my crotch. “Yes. Tomorrow. You’re being assigned to a very important person. You should be happy.” After placing the syringe on a nearby metal table, she lifted her arm, her fingers coming dangerously close to touching my stiffness. “I will miss you. Maybe…”

While I was still locked down on one side, I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste the lip gloss she’d strategically slathered on only seconds before coming inside the room. I knew she was able to gather a whiff of her juice on my breath.

I couldn’t give a shit which powerful man I would be fawning over like a mother to a baby chick. Everyone on Earth seemed to be afraid of the unknown, the most powerful with more enemies than any concept of friends. I was supposed to keep them safe. “Maybe?” Goosebumps prickled along every inch of her delicate skin and I had to control myself for fear I’d fuck her right here, with no care for the consequences.

“Maybe we could—”

Sara wasn’t able to finish her statement as a series of alarms went off, lights flashing everywhere. Seconds later several of the personnel raced down the hall, their heavy boots thudding against the cheap tile floor. I’d been here long enough to know exactly what this meant.

One of the reprobates had been captured.

Designated as the leading rehabilitation center on the East Coast, the majority of the poor and soon to be dead pieces of twisted metal were brought here.

And they’d never see the light of day again.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away for at least a full minute. Her skirt was still crowded along her upper thighs. If I shifted, I would no doubt be able to gather a glimpse of her glistening pinkness. “I should go.”

“Yes. Another time, sweet Sara,” I said half under my breath and leaned back as if dismissing her. The sweet taste of her remained on my lips and tongue. The next woman I came into contact with, I’d ravage without any reservation. No amount of pleading would convince me to stop.

Adjusting her skirt, she nodded before heading toward the door, swinging open the massive steel and moving outside quickly. In her hurry, she’d left the visual display on as well as the sensors attached to my body. I’d unnerved the poor thing. I chuckled at the thought. I heard the slight click as the lock was firmly latched back into place.

Then I wasted no time in yanking my other arm free before easily removing the shackles on my legs and jumping off the cold table. Another group of facility workers raced by. I could see a level of fear on at least two of the doctor’s faces as well as befuddlement. They certainly hadn’t expected the guest today, a snare in their usual organized plans. I grabbed my shirt and walked closer to the massive observation window, adjusting my cock. Ten more minutes and I would have made her suck me off. It wasn’t long before two well-armed CRONs marched a cyborg unit encased in chains down the hallway. For the officers to use actual chains meant this particular cyborg had put up quite a fight.

I knew of the highly trained group of officers, men and women whose sole job description was locating and securing the reprobates. I studied the cybernetic organism with curiosity. He was dressed in casual attire but covered in blood. The cyborg had been active. The creature would be taken to the very bowels of the building to be deprogrammed, his manufactured brain stripped from him. There would be no more humans killed by his lethal hands. Score one for the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network.

The cyborg sensed my presence, jerking the two officers to a dead stop. He snapped his head in my direction, a grin on his face. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, the other socket nothing but a maze of ravaged steel. His mouth was twisted but he still managed to laugh, as if he knew some deep, dark secret. There was something innately inhuman about the unit.

A zapping noise could be heard through the six-inch-thick glass, a reflective blue light encasing the cyborg’s battered body. He’d been tasered. Quite effective for the primitive style of cybernetic unit. As he slumped down, the male officer took more control, dragging the unit down the hallway. The female on the other hand stood where she was, her face pinched in anger as well as relief.

She drew my attention for some unknown reason. I was programmed to appreciate CRON capabilities, even helping them as necessary, but I had an instant dislike of what they stood for. No amount of reprogramming would change that fact.

They were, as far as I was concerned, my enemy.

My cock twitched again, my thoughts drifting to the same carnal needs as before.

She’d been roughed up, her luscious dark hair falling in strings around her face. Portions of her uniform had been shredded and the redness under one eye would no doubt turn to an ugly bruise by morning. She shook her head, spouting off something verbally in the direction of her disappearing partner before lifting her middle finger. A snarl formed on her face, obviously satisfied with her performance.

She was much different than the other females I’d come into contact with, the air of confidence, even arrogance quite frankly a huge turn-on. With one exception. I was shaken, trying to control my breathing. While she looked entirely different out of costume, I was almost completely certain she was the lovely woman I’d spanked the night before. Yes, she had to be the same girl.

I was thrown, knowing that coincidences didn’t often occur, at least in my world.

Her hands on her hips, she paced the floor, inching absently toward the reflective glass. Deep in thought, she almost brushed against the window.

After a few seconds, she sensed my presence, her body tensing. Then she tipped her head in my direction and we locked eyes. The electricity shooting through me was indescribable and not anything I’d experienced before, even during my travels the night before. Every inch of my skin was tingling, as if on fire. I wasn’t surprised by my reaction. We were connected in a manner few humans could ever understand.

I was able to gather the synergy exploding from every synapsis in her body. There was no scent at this distance, but I would gamble she reeked of pheromones. She had all the markings of an accomplished officer, high in the ranks, which meant she’d captured dozens of cyborgs during her tenure but to me, she was a woman in desperate need, longing for a dominant man on a permanent basis.

Her lower lip quivered and she was mesmerized at least for a few precious seconds. Sensations rocketed through me and my cock was once again throbbing, even more so than before. I knew by some instinct that she was important, but not in the ways that anyone could understand.

Fuck her. Use her.

The words were like sweet music. I was able to see the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her uniform. There was no denying her arousal.

She was supposed to be mine.

Vivid images of her swam into my mind, driving me to the point of questioning my sanity. I would take her, use her, and fuck every hole in a brutal fashion.

And she would love every minute of it, succumbing to me completely.

When she was yanked out of her mesmerized state by another member of the facility personnel, only then could I break the intense connection. My pulse raced and even my heart was skipping beats. What in the fuck was going on? She barked out a few words, waving them off and running her hand through her disheveled hair.

Continuing to be drawn to her, I palmed the glass, studying the dimly lit hallway and trying to control my breathing. The blue flashing lights meant the full security system was in play and everything was on lockdown. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps once again and tried to remain completely unfeeling.

Until she walked in close proximity, stopping short as she came within two feet of the glass. There was a glint of recognition in her eyes but laced with questions. The mask had done well to cover up my identity. Her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were glassy. While I wasn’t able to read the minds of any human, my gut gathered her thoughts and her emotions. She had no idea why she was drawn to me, but the outline of her hard nipples was an excellent indicator of her needs. Shaking, she wavered until her partner moved in front of her.

Was there a hint of a dark stain between her legs?

Seconds later, they disappeared but not before we connected one last time. There was no denying what we’d shared. I glanced at the visual display, a dark chuckle escaping my lips given the erratic nature of my vitals. They were off the charts. Yanking the sensor units, I tossed them to the group, hissing at the entire concept. Counting to five, I took several deep breaths in a concentrated effort to calm my heart rate. A few seconds later, I felt much better, but the image of the CRON’s reflective eyes remained.

I was content at that moment, moving to the living area that I’d grown accustomed to, walking quickly to the small bar that had only been wheeled into my locked cage a month before.

Out of good behavior.

What did you think? A little darkness is always good. 

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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My Special Guest – Mary Auclair

I have a fabulous guest for you today – Mary Auclair. I’ve known Mary for almost a couple years now. She’s a very talented and amazing author who I’m lucky enough to call my friend. Her recent release is the third in a truly fabulous science fiction trilogy that will bring you chills as well as make you believe… Let’s take a taste of…

VENOMOUS HEART

SYNOPSIS

After drowning his soul in blood, can this alien warrior be saved?

As the only doctor on Aveyn, Ava works day and night for the people she considers hers. Only… she’s not really one of them, is she? She’s a hybrid, a highly illegal creature created by Trade Minister Knut for his personal enjoyment. And she risks a fate worse Venomous Heartthan death if her existence is ever discovered by Prime Councilor Aav, the most powerful Matriarch in the Ring.

When a tall, arrogant, sapphire blue alien comes to Aveyn, it’s not long before headstrong Ava gets in trouble with him – the new Eok warrior in charge.

Arlen wants nothing to do with his new assignment on Aveyn. All he wants is to return to the violence at the Frontier and drown his broken heart in bloodshed. But he made a deal with his brother, the Commander-in-Chief of the Eok armies: a year of peace for a year of combat. So, Arlen comes to

Aveyn fully intent on ruling all those who live there with an iron fist…

… all except a troublesome, gorgeous female whose purple eyes haunt his dreams. When the Mating Venom pushes him to the edge of madness, can Arlen learn to trust in his heart again, or is his soul lost to the bloodlust?

EXCERPT

He kissed her like nothing else mattered. Like she was the beginning and the end and everything in between. She could lose herself in that kiss, in those arms that could protect her from everything.

There was a vulnerability about Arlen as he kissed her while she sat on his lap, her head just above his own, her hands on his face. Like he was surrendering himself to his lust for her entirely.

And that made her even more his.

Ava moved, straddling Arlen in the chair. Her sex met a familiar hardness as she pressed against his erection, desire instantly spreading through her.

Their kiss deepened as Arlen’s hands explored her body, running from the small of her back to her breasts, hot and hard, pressing against her flesh as he took control of their encounter.

She could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, delicious and feminine. Demanding possession like a scream.

Wordlessly, he pulled her sweater over her head and discarded it to the floor, his gaze fixed on her naked skin with blatant hunger. Ava reached down to wrap her fingers around his sex, but he stopped her.

“No,” Arlen ordered. “I want to savor you. I want to remember this moment.”

There was a need in his voice, a demand that was as deep as the wounds of his past. She surrendered, allowing him to take control of her body, to hold her like he owned every inch of her. And he did. More than that, she wanted him to.

Arlen grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head back, bracing her weight in his arms. She leaned into his hold as his mouth ran over her throat, his tongue lapping at her heartbeat. His fangs raked her skin, spreading erotic arousal all the way to her core.

She wanted his male flesh inside her. She tried to move but he held her still, her body hanging halfway in the air, completely under his control.

MARY’S BIO

Mary Auclair is a lover of romance novels of all genre. She likes to write everything from science fiction to fantasy, passing through paranormal and historical, but always with a dark, sexy twist. She spends too many hours to count daydreaming about adventures and hot, dominant alpha male heroes. When she’s not writing, she’s busy being a full-time mom, as well as caring for her many pets.

What did you think? Pretty sexy, eh? Don’t forget – there are two more additional books.

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Sexy, Dangerous and oh-so Primal

I thought you might like a taste of what I’m working on right now. I do love my dangerous men. They are anti-heros but with the help of feisty females, tend to become passionate and intense, even lovable. Well…

Keep in mind this isn’t even edited by my standards but, I think you’ll enjoy.

PRIMAL – SONS OF DARKNESS

Dominick

Only in darkness can I feel the light…

The thought was revealing. A monster’s personality. My father coined the word ‘primal’ for his firstborn son, a spawn he’d shared proudly with everyone both in and outside the traditional family, the brugade. The term was perfect for a man ascending to the throne.

I was ruthless and heartless both in business and in the ways of pleasure, preferring tattoed manmore sadistic methods of passion. My first love would always be making money and I was rich, powerful in ways few could dream of.

I was also on borrowed time.

That was the way of crime families, only one step away from hitting the front page of the New York Times. Murdered in cold blood. Horrendous acts of revenge.

Retaliation.

The statements all fit our way of life, but given the power and influence, we didn’t give a fuck about our chances of meeting the grim reaper. What we did care about were eradicating our enemies.

This was the same for the men I’d gathered into a special club, ill advised at best and one kept secret from our fathers. After all, we were considered mortal enemies. However, there was an additional connection, a friendship my father had with the Chicago Don, one that had transcended various turf wars over the years. I took a sip of my drink, savoring the delicious and very expensive bourbon. We were all masters of the underground, controlling everything from transportation and the country’s supply of heroin to the movie and music industry. Few Americans truly understood our far reaching tentacles.

Or the danger we presented.

I eyed the last man to enter the private room, holding back a vicious sneer at his swagger. “You’re late.” I swirled the tumbler, concentrating on the way the melting ice clicked against the thick glass. This wasn’t my first drink of the day nor it be my last. We had business to conduct, brutal business. Decisions we made tonight would consume the lives of our enemies.

I didn’t care for Lorenzo Francesco, merely tolerating his acceptance into our club; however, he was considered royalty within our ranks. I’d known him for years, loathing his tactics. Sadly, shunning him could mean a horrific turf war.

“Dominick Lugiano, my friend.” He held out his arms as he approached the table, staring directly into my hard, cold eyes.

“Sit down, Lorenzo,” Aleksei barked, the Russian accent more prevalent than usual. He was a second generation immigrant, his father, Aleksandr Petrov having strong armed his way into Philadelphia. They were savage, angry and barbarian in nature, but effective in dealing with those who opposed them. I had complete respect for their regime.

Lorenzo chuckled and adjusted his suit jacket before easing into his usual place, tapping his fingers on the table. “Where the hell is the waitress?”

“Keep your voice down,” Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various Kingpins.

I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star versus accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.

As if on cue, the only waitress ever allowed in our private section eased into the room. She was beautiful, albeit barely twenty-one, and considered off limits to all of us.

A terrible shame but one we honored collectively.

I wouldn’t mind introducing her to the darkest side of kink.

I held the conversation until she’d positioned the drinks, enjoying the leering eyes of every man surrounding the table. We never varied from our selection, one she knew very well. She earned her tips in various ways, her lovely figure being one of them. When the door was closed, I leaned over the table.

“Why are we here?” Lorenzo lifted an eyebrow, his contempt at our meetings obvious.

“Drummand Hargrove.” I waited as the name sunk in, glancing at every one of my associates. They were well aware of my unconditional tactics, but this meeting was geared toward my satisfaction of eliminating an issue. Their roles were support only as necessary, paving the way with regard to law enforcement and street thugs. Comparing notes was merely a perk of our industry. We took a vote and stood by our decision, no matter the consequences.

“The state Senator?” Aleksei finally asked.

“The very one.”

“What beef do you have with him?” Miguel was already smiling as if he knew the answer.

I took a deep breath before answering. “He’s systematically trying to shut down our shipping and trucking businesses, forcing extra tariffs and making it almost impossible for our workers to make ends meet. They haven’t been able to pay their…taxes in the last two months. In addition, he’s behind a new set of proposed regulations on casinos, which is a total crock of shit given his proclivities. As you can imagine, neither sit well with my father.” I always chose my words carefully.

“I bet not,” Aleksei snarked. “Your father is a vicious man. Why doesn’t he deal with this?” The words were offered with pride.

I gave him a respectful nod. What we’d been able to accomplish during the last six months had been considerable. Cleaning up the streets in a way our fathers refused to do. “Because his tactics would create a war.”

“What’s this Senator’s nemesis?” Lorenzo toyed with his drink.

“Gambling and women.” My answer was succinct. I had him in the clutches with no way out.

“Two things that don’t bode well on the political circuit. I heard he was considering a run for President.” Kelan finally joined in the conversation, his light blue eyes sparkling. “Heard some fascinating shit about what he likes doing to very young girls. Tying them up. Beating. Not a good guy.”

Lorenzo burst into laughter. “A shithead. Perfect. What do you want in return for allowing him to keep his…reputation?”

I leaned back, envisioning my prize as my cock throbbed and my balls tightened. I wanted to crush him in a manner he’d never forget. “His daughter.”

The vote was unanimous in my favor.

***

The ballroom was decorated in various hues of silver and blue and from what I’d heard the colors of the Senator’s alma Mata. I could care less, but the swanky party was perfect for exacting my revenge.

“Champagne, sir?” the girl asked, batting her eyelashes as she gave me a seductive smile. In her hand was a tray full of crystal flutes.

Preparing for the upcoming celebration.

“Absolutely. I’m in a fantastic mood.” I grabbed a glass, allowing my gaze to linger on her voluptuous breasts. I was hungry as hell tonight. The taste of the bubbly was spectacular. The Senator had spared no expense in touting his brand of bullshit. “Tell me, do you have any idea where the Senator is?”

“I think he’s in the next room,” she purred.

I lifted my glass in appreciation before glancing toward the main opening. If the accounts were correct, Senator Hargrove would announce his candidacy at precisely nine pm. He was a man of many things including a static regimen. I could appreciate that in a man, even though he was a true lowlife. I’d been given the opportunity to see pictures of his extracurricular and very kinky activities. The asshole was a true pig.

I enjoyed the scenery, walking through the crowd of celebrities and influencers, low level politicians hanging on the Senator’s coattails. This would prove to be a fascinating evening. When I saw her, I stopped short, gazing from afar. I was a man who usually took what he wanted without care of recourse, but the game was far too important to risk giving Drummand any concept of an upper hand.

But I could enjoy the view.

Caroline Hargrove was magnificent, her copper colored hair flowing all the way down to the small of her waist. Standing under a burst of shimmering light near the bar, surrounded by a group of admirers, I was able to enjoy every aspect of her beauty. She was fortunate to have her mother’s looks, beautiful in a voluptuous manner. Her hourglass figure and long legs had always created a twitch in my cock and tonight was no exception. She was Drummand’s only child, at least that had been acknowledged in the press. Very protected, her life had been more of a fairytale.

She’d attended the finest schools, graduating a little over a year ago with a degree in business. However, her true love was painting, and I’d already found out that she had a gallery showing the next night. I would be there. She was witty and charming, even more so when surrounded by her friends. In public, she attempted to toe the line, but was extremely opinioned and desperately in need of discipline. I couldn’t wait to peel away the layers, exposing the glorious and very submissive side that I knew dwelled within her.

Tonight, she held court, four female friends gushing over every aspect of the evening.

I’d learned as much about her as possible, finding out aspects about her likes and dislikes, from clothing to wine. I knew exactly how to entice her darkest fantasies, spark the woman who was living in a glass cage. I would ply her with gifts, pervert her with my depraved desires and undo her with my touch. I’d give her the kind of unbridled pleasure she never knew existed and all for a single price.

Obedience.

I polished off the champagne and checked my watch. Perfect. I didn’t care what table I set the glass down on as I left the room, finding the Senator all alone in a suite meant for a king. I stood in the doorway, studying him. He seemed edgy, his lips moving in silence as he read a piece of paper. No doubt his fabulous speech for the American people.

I didn’t bother knocking, taking long strides inside.

He finally sensed a presence, jerking his head from his steadfast resolve. “Dominick. What… What are you doing here?” The fear in his voice was palpable.

“Why celebrating your upcoming announcement, Senator. You should be very proud of your accomplishments.” I patted my chest as I looked around the room. They’d furnished the space with food and drink, plush seating and not one but three oversized televisions, all to glorify his bullshit. I walked toward the bar, making myself a drink then stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, peering out at the gorgeous city. My city. And all the while, he didn’t utter a single word.

I was able to see his reflection in the crystal clear glass, even the nervous tick that had appeared in the corner of his mouth. I was certain the man was sweating in his very expensive Armani tuxedo.

“What do you want, Dominick? I will be on camera in five minutes. I don’t have time for this.” The flutter in his voice was telling. He was terrified.

“What do I want?” I issued the words slowly. “I’m curious, Drummand. Are you planning on confiding all your sins to your constituents?”

“What sins?” The anger had increased in his tone.

Excellent. I took two sips of my drink, not bothering to answer until he took a step in my direction. “Why don’t you pick one? Gambling? Whoring? Would you like to inform the crowd and the American people that you owe almost two hundred thousand dollars to my family?”

“What? You bastard. I’m in the process of paying that back!” he insisted.

“Mmm… Yes, well, the interest is killing you. Besides, that’s not the point.”

“And what the fuck is the point?”

I turned sharply, closing the distance. “The point is that I own you, Mr. Hargrove. Nothing you do can occur without my approval.” I patted his lapel, giving him an evil grin. “I certainly don’t have any intention of preventing you from running,ifyou obey my rules.”

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October 2145

Lexi

“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,capturingtheirmate_full 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 friendship from 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’d 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 aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

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?

“Oh, no.”

“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 me 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 astrophysicist, 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 much 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 me 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?

I heard certain whimpers and moans from my people, encased with fear and even denial. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were free, free from tyranny and war, free to live our lives the way we chose. That had been the promise.

The dream.

Maybe the nightmare.

As the whipping continued, I kicked out, managing to catch the massive beast on his shin. He didn’t react other than to smack my bottom again, savagely. The whooshing sound would forever remain in my ears, the anguish now blinding. I was in a state of disbelief, all my anger rolling to the surface. I would kill this asshole with my bare hands.

Even more shocking, there was something else even more humiliating.

I was wet, my pussy clenching with every brutal strike. Panting, my nipples scraped against my tee shirt, allowing the most intense arousal I’d ever experienced. I was lightheaded, breathless, and forbidding my pussy muscles to clench.

But they failed me.

I could feel a climax trickling up from my toes.

What the hell was wrong with me?

The spanking was brutal, telling of the kind of beasts they truly were. My bottom was on fire, every hard crack sending shards of electricity dancing across my eyes. And I remained wet, pussy juice soaking my panties. I prayed to God no one was able to gather the feral scent, but I knew otherwise. I caught a glimpse of the leader’s groin, the thick bulge straining against his pants.

As quickly as the round of discipline had begun, the horrible experience ended, leaving me aching and sore, wet and hot. I could hear his heavy breathing as he pushed me back, his eyes never blinking.

I did everything I could to give him a nasty look even as my mother approached. I threw out my hand, stopping her for advancing. “Don’t. I will handle this!” I would manage this on my own, taking the helm. We locked eyes, the alien and I and I could tell he was more than satisfied from his actions.

He remained excited.

Aroused.

The others swung their weapons in a full circle, daring any of our few citizens capable of challenging them to do so.

“What is your name?” the leader demanded as he slid his belt back into place. His eyes seemed to penetrate to my very soul, perhaps searching for answers as to who we were and exactly what we were doing.

The bastards would never find out.

“What is yours?” I retorted, giving him a lurid smile.

Two of them said something in their language, no doubt scoffing at me. I could tell the creatures were unsure of what to do with a disobedient human.

“Careful, my daughter,” my mother said in the most gentle manner, her eyes never leaving the monsters. “They do not want to hurt us any more than necessary.”

I didn’t acknowledge her, even though she claimed to be an expert of their culture. Her words seemed blasphemous given what had just occurred. There was no anger in her voice, only curiosity. I’d heard far too many stories about them, her rendition more endearing than my father’s. I’d never understood her obvious attraction to them.

Until today.

They were gorgeous, their rippling muscles and carved legs like Gods, chiseled statues meant to be worshiped. Swallowing the nasty bile that had formed in my throat, I tossed away any concept of their enticement, no doubt a ploy in order to get us to trust them.

Blinking, the leader huffed something in his native language, the alien flanking his side nodding in agreement. They were plotting what they were going to do to me.

The leaders of the United States continually issued propaganda, leading Americans to believe Cenzans were our friends. What bullshit. The people hiding in our self-contained compound had believed they were safe, protected by a cloaking device covering our entire city.

They’d been wrong, these monsters breaking through the barrier with a single blast, eradicating what little protection we had.

We would soon be annihilated and there was nothing that our soldiers or esteemed doctors and scientists could do about it. Because of what I’d done, we would be captured and imprisoned, the women of our compound taken away and every fertile female mated.

Including me.

The alien twisted his neck as he raked his eyes down the length of me, his nostrils flaring from a combination of hunger as well as rage. It was obvious he was used to obedience.

Not from this girl. No fucking way. I sneered back, my hands clenched into fists.

“Beasts,” he repeated, half under his breath as he stopped two of his soldiers from progressing. The sound was like smooth velvet sliding across my naked and fully erect nipples then brushing between my legs, teasing my swollen clit. My body betrayed me, creating tingles dancing along my arms. This wasn’t going to happen. They were our enemy in every manner. He took several steps backward, snarling under his breath.

“You’re nothing but monsters!” I snapped, keeping my tone steady.

“Lexi. Don’t!” My mother’s hand gripped my arm, trying to keep me in line.

“This is none of your concern,” another Cenzan stated. “Please return to your quarters. There is only issue with this human female at this time.”

His words brought horrified gasps from the city dwellers, even as they stepped back, ready to flee.

“What’s going to happen to them?” I demanded.

The Cenzan’s eyes never left mine as he approached, only three long strides bringing him to within inches of me. “I am Captain Khrelan Jajenar of the Federation of Cenzans. You are coming with me, Lexi Carmine, where you will face punishment for the crimes committed against our people. You have no choice. If you come without incident, I assure you that your discipline will be less severe in nature. As far as your people, we did not come here to harm them. They are free to continue their lives.”

The fucker knew my full name. Instantly, red flags raised. There was more going on than attacking their sentry soldiers. “But you destroyed our cloaking device,” I managed before anyone else in the group challenged them.

Captain Jajenar inhaled as he lowered his head, a slight growl pushing past his lips. “Your people will be under our protection and unharmed as long as you obey my every command, no matter what is demanded of you.”

He inched so close that I could almost taste his luscious lips, the color like the ripest grapes. I licked my lips, inhaling his scent and almost instantly I was intoxicated. My legs quivered, and I fought to drag myself out of the allure.

“I can’t do that,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You can and you will.”

Now, the bastard was striking a deal? I stared into his eyes, able to sense exactly what he was thinking. For a few precious seconds, I was drawn into his world, seeing everything through as if I was experiencing it. The connection was strong, vibrant, and terrifying.

My dreams over the last few months had been vivid, allowing me to see into the future. I’d always had such a gift, or what I would call a curse. At least my premonitions had allowed me to help protect my new family. But in heart, I’d known that was to be short-lived.

I’d been right.

They’d found our beautiful location, a place I called home and there was nothing we could do to stop them from destroying everything we’d worked so hard to achieve. Everything my father warned had been true.

I would be taken, forced to mate and never to return home again.

What they didn’t know is that I would die by my own hand before allowing that to happen.

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Fiona

Pain. Pleasure. Agony. Ecstasy. Spanking.

They were interwoven together, knocking against my brain. I had no idea where one had left off and the other had begun. My reactions to Shandar were confusing, driving every single sensitive spot, as well as every emotion, to the breaking point. I wanted to hate him, to fight every question and command, but I longed to submit. How could I want him? How? He’d spanked me, not once but twice and both times I’d been left wet and hot, whimpering like a naughty schoolgirl. I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to regain what was left of my sanity even as the stinging on my ass remained, a biting and wonderful reminder of his power and control.

The humiliation of walking down the long and twisted hallways entirely naked was horrific, leaving me shaking with embarrassment. I ached in ways I had never before, my mind foggy. While the punishment had been mild in comparison to Logan’s brand of sadism, I knew without any shadow of a doubt that Captain Drateq would follow through with his promises.

The visions of a barren planet, harsh conditions, and creatures who’d been beaten, left starving had been horrific. There were thousands of them, living in squalor. I couldn’t imagine what the Federation of Cenzan would do to our planet; strip it of its resources? Imprison the males, fuck the females? He was a part of the brutality, a dark and dangerous man. He was also sexy as fuck.

And the kiss.

My body had already betrayed me, desire cresting through me from the way his lips captured mine, his muscles rippling with his own ravaging appetite. His needs were savage, brutal by any standard and I longed for his touch. My nipples were hard, more so with the chill but the aching was only because of his touch. The sting on my ass and legs was biting, but the throbbing in my cunt kept me wet. Even the scent that wafted between us was undeniable. He’d already broken through some barrier, ripping at the armor he’d so aptly discovered.

However, I was not giving up so easily. This was not my home and he was not my master. Knowing what the Cenzans’ plans were for Earth yanked out the fighter in me. We were a people worth saving, at least the majority of men and women, those who’d worked long and hard to bring back methods of humanity. Maybe I was fooling myself given the surprise attack.

Various soldiers flanked the hallways. They gave utter respect to the captain as we passed, but there was no mistaking the way their eyes glazed over. I wanted to lash out, but what damn good was it going to do other than forcing another round of punishment? I already knew sitting would be somewhat painful. I continued to try to cover my breasts with one arm, my pussy with the other. The attempt was futile and after passing every soldier, I flushed even harder, perspiration now trickling down both sides of my face. I was an object, a thing to these creatures. Nothing more.

We rounded another corner and he slowed down.

“Kalek will come for you when you’ve finished with Braga. He will take you to your quarters for the evening.” Captain Drateq kept his voice low, his hand on my arm.

“Whatever.” The single smack on my ass was another reminder to learn respect. For him? For these creatures? He had to be out of his mind.

Shandar stopped long enough to push me against the corridor wall, his hand wrapped around my throat, his entire face ripe with anger. While there was no pressure, no attempt to strangle me, I realized I would need to play along if nothing else.

“Yes, Captain.”

He softened as he let go of me. “My name is Shandar. You may address me in that manner.”

“Not sir or master?” I spit out, regretting it instantly.

“That will also come in time. For now, you are allowed to use our first names. I will decide when the change occurs.” He cocked his head, what could be considered his irises changing, altering in shape and color. I was mesmerized, drawn into them as if they were the true opening to his soul.

This was another ability, controlling me, pulling me into his world. Swallowing, I blinked several times, fighting tears. This man, this… monster wasn’t going to break me in any manner. However, he was breaking through and the inner girl was trying desperately to keep her edge.

With a simple flash of his hand, the door was opened. From where I stood, I could see a sterile medical facility, similar to almost every scientific station on Earth, but the coloration, instead of stark white held a dazzling hue of cerulean blue. The ambiance was inviting, peaceful, drawing me in almost immediately but I was frightened, still angry, my nerves on edge. I had no reason to trust this man, this alien, or anyone else for that matter.

And I realized how very much alone I truly was.

“You’re not staying?” I heard the hesitation in my voice, even the little girl tone, terrified of her surroundings, longing for her daddy to remain by her side.

“You’re in very good hands.” He ushered me inside, the words said with a gentle base. “Vlanea. I have the prisoner here for examination. Her name is Fiona. Vlanea Voltar is our medical doctor, very well trained. She has spent several months on Earth, learning of your cultures and people.”

I’d never seen a female of their kind and when she stepped out from another room, I was surprised. Standing at only five feet tall, her light blonde hair was cropped short, accentuating her dazzling eyes and high cheekbones. Her coloration was lighter, the hue more of a dazzling blue. She could be considered beautiful but even her uniform seemed unisex, discounting any feminine traits. Only her full lips gave her any distinction.

“I heard she was a healer,” Vlanea said with zero emotion, her eyes roaming over me, concentrating on my breasts. She took a deep whiff, snarling after doing so.

“That she is. She’s to be examined for any injuries then taken to Braga.” Shandar kept his hand on my arm, almost in a protective stance.

I gathered almost instantly that there was a history shared between the two.

“Have you cleared this with the Imperials?” she retorted.

His nails dug into my arm, yet he still refused to let go. The tethering between us seemed to grow stronger and I could almost read his mind. He seemed surprised at her question.

“That is none of your concern, Lieutenant. If you aren’t capable of handling this operation, I will most certainly find someone who is and relieve you of your duties.” Shandar’s voice was even more commanding than I’d heard before.

She hissed, the sound like that of a threatened snake, her disdain clear in her expression. “I know my duties, Captain. I am here at your direction to do your bidding, just like everyone else.”

“Then see to it that you do. Kalek will be joining and assisting you with your exam.” Shandar pulled me closer to a steel table, slanting his eyes in my direction as he turned me to face him. “You will abide by Vlanea’s directions at all times. You will not try to escape or I assure you, the punishment you receive will be one you’ll never forget.”

Whether he was saying the words because of arrogance or Vlanea’s concerns was difficult to tell. I gave him a respectful nod, just like he required. The fact he was sending his officer in early left my mouth dry, my throat closing. To have another male present was even more debilitating. I would be defenseless.

Shandar left the room without further discussion, every step in a perfect rhythm. I was left cold, terror creeping into the back of my mind and knew in my gut I would be at odds with this woman.

Vlanea shook her head, murmuring words I couldn’t understand. She walked around me in a full circle. When she faced me again, she seemed even more agitated.

“You are a scientist.”

“Yes,” I answered, unwilling to give her more.

“And they think you can cure Braga.” She held an air of arrogance herself, undaunted by my presence.

“I’ve been told that if I don’t, I will never see the light of day again.”

Her expression shifted enough I could swear I noticed a slight smile.

“On the table, please.” She pointed without looking in my direction.

I did was I was told, noticing the straps located on each corner of the cold steel. There was nothing that could have prepared me for a jolt of terror so significant I was suffocated. I gasped for air, shaking my head. If I could run, I would do everything my power to get away.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I gripped the edges, counting in my mind, screaming to find my courage.

“You can lie down. This will take very little time and it will be painless.” Vlanea kept an even tone as she waited for me to respond. “And Kalek’s presence is not necessary. I am certainly not the one who will punish you.” A guttural hiss was followed by a clicking sound.

“Whatever you say.” Shivering visibly, the moment I laid down, my entire body tensed. I was unable to stop the biting words. “I don’t want to be tied down. I can do nothing to you or any of your people. I have no weapon, no method off this rust bucket. I won’t be able to hurt you. I doubt you even know what a scalpel is.” I sensed the words riled her but instead of the anticipated harsh response, she chuckled.

“Rust bucket.”

“Your ship.” I allowed my own hiss.

“Interesting term. Contrary to the actions of my male comrades, we aren’t monsters, Fiona. Certain aliens value life.” After the biting words, her smile was far too bright, completely changing her appearance. “And I do indeed know how to identify and use a scalpel as well as the majority of your planet’s medical equipment. While on Earth, I was able to partake in certain demonstrations. Medical personal on Cenzan are well trained. We’re required to be. Many Cenzan people are ill, unable to care for themselves. Medical science is my expertise, but many others on this rust bucketshare in a certain level of my training.”

“But you don’t like the captain. Do you?” I’d dared to ask the question for some crazy reason, but I gathered they’d been planning Earth’s takeover for some time. Perhaps Shandar held more secrets than I could understand.

She eased my arms by my sides and to my surprise, rolled a simple sheet over my naked body. “Shandar is a very qualified leader and he chooses his officers well. Kalek is equipped to handle almost any Airtak in the fleet. He can outrun any solar shifting rust bucket. Braga is one of our top security officers, also excellent with intergalactic politics. Our defenses are far beyond any country on your planet or the majority of planets in several solar systems. He can easily annihilate any that he considers our enemy as necessary.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Her statement was perfunctory. They were all well trained, similar to our military, refusing to give any unnecessary information.

As if ignoring my question, she held a simple implement in her hand. “You are an interesting woman, already capturing Shandar’s favor. That will bode you well.”

“But you will never approve,” I challenged.

“Not my choice or my station. I do what I am told.” Her eyes seemed to control the piece of equipment and she moved her hand all the way down my body and back up, concentrating on my abdomen. When she was finished, she studied the results. “I have known Shandar since we were children. He is considered a great leader and will possibly save our people, but he is impetuous in his decisions, putting us all in danger. Your capture and the destruction of the government facility could mean the beginning of war. Our destiny is far too important.”

News traveled fast. “There’s already a war waiting in the wings because of what they did to Braga and I assure you, no one will give a shit that I’m missing. What I consider blatantly wrong is that a facility was destroyed because of the misguided attempts of one asshole human. We were coming close to curing certain diseases, allowing a longer life of our people. Everything was destroyed because of lies. I won’t be a party to the bullshit. I can’t be. I will try and stop you.” As if my words held any credence.

“The wars of mankind are different from ours.”

“Not from what I’ve witnessed. Men and women imprisoned, fighting for scraps of food? You’re certainly powerful and you do have the upper hand. But you’re just as aggressive, and just as arrogant, determined that our race is less than acceptable.”

Her look became hardened, her eyes narrowing. “You do understand your fate and that of your kind, at least to a point. But something you should keep in mind. You are considered one of the lucky ones.”

“How so?” I looked away, my lower lip trembling. I was a stupid girl, baiting this woman who couldn’t care less whether I lived or died. “The prison will be lush?”

“Only those who refuse to bow to our leadership will end up in a prison. We strive for peace. Hundreds, thousands of years of battles have made us weary.”

“Then threatening and imprisoning isn’t the way to secure accommodations, Vlanea.”

She snorted. “It seems we only know one method of battle, brutality.”

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“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.

alien oneI 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 aliens.

Predators.

The bastards who’d killed my father.

Fuck them.

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?

“Oh, no.”

“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 black and white cowboy twojust 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.

“Mmm…”

“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.

“When?”

“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…

Piper

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Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

I have questions for my lovely and amazing readers. It’s funny, I have a library upstairs in my house. Really its a loft where my husband and I enjoy watching sizzling movies and shows, but surrounding the room are three HUGE bookcases. In my effort to clean and organize, I took another look at the contents of the bookcase. Yes, we have dozens of both VHS (no laughing!) and DVD movies, but the huge majority of real estate taken up has to do with books. LOTS of books. Hardbacks, soft backs, paperbacks – you blond with horsename it, we have books from so many authors.

I think we all have our favorite authors, but I was pleased to see so many books written by different writers. My husband and I might be old school, but we both enjoy having an actual book in our hands. Of course, we have several computers, iPads, etc., but most often (especially for my husband), he has an actual book in his hand. He’s a voracious reader so a book doesn’t last very long. I’ve always seen him with different genres, which means various authors, so I asked him the other day why. Why go from Tim Dorsey or Carl Haisson to Clive Cussler. His answer? Because it depends on his mood. And he re-reads them several times.

I think so many readers do enjoy different genres and I honestly believe that’s why I write everything from thrillers to Daddy Dom pieces. I have varied interests and I think my readers do as well. Last year, I was heavily involved in a smokejumper series. I do love my first responders and smokejumpers are some of the bravest souls on earth – in my humble opinion. I loved writing the books, keeping the story enriched with knowledge about Missoula Montana. I adored the suspense and interaction. They will forever be a favorite of mine.

And now? Well, if the 2019 lineup is any indication, I’m switching genres every month. A dominating cowboy piece releasing February 1st. A dark and dominating Cyborg science fiction. A mafia bad boy turned hero. A firefighter forced to face his demons. A Daddy belt around throatDom bridging two genres by itself. And more… And more…

My question is:  Do you enjoy an author who writes in several genres or would you prefer to know what to expect? Do you enjoy a fully connected series or a stand alone series in which you at least have some of the same characters? Curious minds want to know!

As with every author, I think some books hit home more than others. My first Daddy Dom piece is a sleeper, but I admit, a truly fun piece to write so I thought I’d give you another taste of what you can expect if you purchase. And as with almost all my other books, if you have a KU subscription, you can read my books for free! It’s that time of year, at least in a huge portion of the US. COLD. SNOW. FIRES. WINE. A GOOD BOOK. Time to grab a copy or five and enjoy the weekend.

Oh, and don’t forget that Captured and Kept – A Dark Reverse Harem piece is HOT off the presses. 

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets outcapturedandkept_full to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

She hadn’t noticed his attire before, black pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. In his hand was a black bag, what appeared to be a weighted duffle, and the expression on his face was one of disappointment. “Sir, I…”

Master Dominick walked inside, his eyes never blinking. “I gave you a simple request. Very simple in fact and for some reason, you found it difficult to comply. Is there a problem? Were you called for an emergency?”

“No, Sir.” There were various levels of embarrassment and for her, this was shooting well over a ten. She’d shoved her legs together, one knee cocking and shifting in front of the other, both arms dangling in front of her breasts, as if that was going to keep him from seeing them. She no longer had any saliva in her mouth. None. In fact, she was having difficulty breathing. Dying on his floor wasn’t going to bode well for either of them.

“Come here, baby girl.”

His instructions were laced with a stern dominance. She’d already disobeyed him. Her feet were so heavy as she attempted to move forward, her pulse skipping, mist in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I am.”

He kept the unyielding look as he set the bag onto the edge of his desk. “Come closer.”

Jenna realized she was nibbling on her bottom lip as she followed his instructions, moving to within a foot of him.

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

She gave Daddy a half smile as she reached out, fingering the bag before unzipping. When she reached her hand inside, she winced, another shiver sliding down her spine. Nestled inside were spanking implements. Lots of them.

“Take them out,” he instructed.

The first one her hand wrapped around was a simple wooden spoon. She gingerly placed it on the desk, blinking only twice. Not so bad. The second was a wooden brush and her mind immediately raced to Target or Walmart, standing in line with several brushes that would be kept and used in various places. The third was a paddle, ping pong in variety. She exhaled, trying to keep from shaking. The fourth was a leather strap of some kind, twelve inches long with a handle on the end. Shuddering, she darted a look in his direction. There were other items in the bag.

“Yes, these are various implements that will be used depending on the severity of your infraction.” Master Dominick seemed so calm and collected, as if he did this for a living.

She swished away a strand of hair out of her eyes before reaching in again. This time, her hand wrapped around a larger piece, but definitely wood. When she removed the oversized paddle, complete with holes drilled in the middle, she whimpered. “Whew.”

“Continue.”

The next was a simple belt, the leather scent reaching her nostrils. She did crave the belt, the very thing for a Daddy to use on a terrible little girl. Then there was a ruler, very hard and very thick. The final two pieces were much more heinous, floggers that she knew could bite into her skin. When she was certain the bag was empty, she took a step back, understanding that this bag had been put together for and with her in mind. Her punishment satchel, one that he could take anywhere. Now her knees were knocking.

He moved behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She heard the slight skip in his breath sounds. Did he feel the electricity coursing between them? Did he understand how strong their connection was? She shivered from his touch, some of her embarrassment fading.

“Today we begin. I will help you, teach you, and guide you. This will be good for both of us. Leave the strap on the desk and pack everything else.” He eased the handwritten note highlighting horrendous behaviors off the desk, studying what she’d written.

His instructions were once again clear. She did as she was told without a second’s worth of hesitation, carefully placing the items in the bag. Her fingers slid across the strap and she had a brand new round of goosebumps popping along almost every inch of her naked skin. She half expected that he would laugh at what she’d written, but he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he react.

After folding the note and placing into his pocket, he gripped the handle, easing the duffle to the floor then inched around her, sitting on the edge of his high-back leather chair. “Come here, baby girl. We will start with over my lap.”

Jenna was reduced to a naughty girl as she padded toward him. He took her hands into his, caressing as he spoke, the words quite comforting given her state of undress. “I know you’re having difficulty with stress and that’s what we’re going to work on today. The rest we will handle at a later time. However, please don’t give anyone the finger while you’re driving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is going to hurt. Every time I spank you, the session will be painful, some more than others. This isn’t playtime. Do you understand?” His question was direct.

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.” She knew that she did, had finally accepted that she could thrive with a man’s firm hand and harsh discipline. Then why was there a lump remaining in her throat?

“Then we begin.” Master Dominick pulled her over his lap, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Palms on the floor. Hold your position and this is merely a warmup. Thirty with my hand.”

Thirty. Thirty. Thirty! Oh, my God.She was shivering all over, her head pounding. This was going to make her sick. She had to be crazy. Clamping her eyes shut, she placed both hands on the floor. There would be no adequate way of describing how humiliating being naked over a man’s lap could be. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, which is what made this even more sinful in her mind.

The first smack across her ass was like lighting a fire under her. “Oh!” Jerking up, she flailed her arm back in a reactionary mode, whimpering and not from any pain being inflicted.

He sighed and gripped her wrist, pulling it back into position. “I think we begin again. I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying during a punishment session. Take a deep breath and collect yourself, young lady, or we will select yet another implement to be used.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dear God, was she actually sniveling? This was ridiculous. Oh, no. She took three deep breaths then mentally glued her fingers to the floor. Be a good girl. Be a damn good girl.

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Conquering Their Mate… Imagine if…

Imagine if there really were aliens out there, watching us, perhaps ready to hunt us – humans. What if we became their toys as well as their breeding ground? And what if…we liked it? Well, I might not be able to answer all the questions regarding the universe, but I can tell you this. Three sexy aliens, each with two cocks and six foot seven inches of hotness – what do you think our heroine ultimately does?

Surrender or fight?

You tell me…

CONQUERING THEIR MATE

SYNOPSIS

They’re not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They’re going to breed me.

For years the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth, but it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader and his most trusted conqueringtheirmate_fullwarriors.

It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance and forced to submit to these alien brutes, but as I’m led naked through the corridors of their ship, my well-punished bare bottom and my helpless arousal both fully on display, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I’m kneeling at the feet of my mates and begging them take me as shamefully as they please.

EXCERPT

Fiona had been secured alone and away from the others, the few men and women captured during one of first weeks of arrival. Hunkering in the corner, she had her head in her hands as her body rocked. There was no sound, no pathetic attempts at drawing attention from sobbing, or begging for mercy. She simply sat quietly, waiting for my authority. The scanner cut the invisible barrier, allowing me inside and she didn’t bother looking up.

I studied her for a few seconds, enjoying the view. She’d managed to mask her emotions, an excellent technique. Either she’d been trained by her military or she’d experienced some form of incarceration. I would enjoy determining which. “Come to me.”

“Fuck you.”

The abhorrent words were no surprise. “You will learn that when I give you a direct order, you will follow it immediately and without question.” She didn’t react in any manner. At some point my patience would wear thin, but for now, my condition was much like Kalek’s, my cocks aching, creating a wave of sheer anguish along with burning need. I would fuck her soon, but she would need to learn a certain level of obedience as well as respect. “Come. Here.”

Snapping her head in my direction, her eyes were full of venom. “I said. Fuck. You.”

Fiona gasped when I easily lifted her off her feet, one hand wrapped around her hair, the other around her neck. Pinning her to the wall, I kept my grip tight, cutting into her air supply. “I am your master. You are my slave. There is no redemption, no scheming you can do to try to escape. You need to learn that I have absolute authority over you or you will be punished hard and often. That begins today.”

She slapped at my hand, digging her nails into my skin. Blinking, she took shallow breaths, her tongue licking around her mouth. Every move she made held a powerful draw. I tossed her over my shoulder, issuing several guttural noises as I walked toward the punishment room. Every guard on detail was more than curious as to what I’d do. At this point, the few females left in the prison cells were older, merely used as specimens and nothing more. This woman was wholly different, and the entire crew could sense my extreme attraction. They knew my tastes, legendary on our home planet.

And she was everything I craved.

I eased her down and the second I did, she bolted, slamming into the energy field. The shock was enough to pummel her back, but she regained her footing quickly, rubbing her hands and backing away.

“What is your involvement with Captain Hicks?” The question was simple enough, but I could tell she had no desire to answer.

“He’s a government asshole,” she quipped, obviously pleased with her answer given her smug smile.

I crowded her space, allowing her to see a snippet of a prison on another planet, the dire conditions.

Fiona blinked, her mouth going slack. “He’s nothing to me and if you’re asking if I had any knowledge of your officer’s poisoning, the answer is no.”

“But you were lovers.” She seemed taken aback by my statement. I enjoyed hearing the slight growl erupting from her throat.

“We’ve been over for almost two years. Even if we were still involved, he wouldn’t dare risk telling me anything. I’m not trusted…” Her words died off and she snapped her mouth closed.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

I could tell she was speaking the truth, but I pressed again, cognizant that Kalek could be listening. “What was Captain Hicks working on?” I inched even closer, tilting my head back and forth as I studied her. Both cocks were rock hard, pushing in an uncomfortable fashion against my formal uniform. I could smell her arousal, hear the swift beating of her heart.

She stood to her full height, glaring me in the eyes. “I am not privy to any aspect of what Captain Hicks or the government of the United States is working on in any manner, especially when it comes to our planet being invaded by assholes.”

The words were meant to rile me and while they did, she had no true understanding of my level of hunger. I would obtain nothing else from her at this time. She needed to learn respect, or I would have no recourse but to turn her over to the Federation. “Remove your clothes.”

“I will do no such thing.” She did her best to sidestep me.

“When I give you a command, you will follow without question. Remove. Your. Clothes.”

“And I said, no.”

My God, the woman had gall. I hadn’t encountered anything of this nature on Earth up to this point. “Then I will remove them for you.” I wasted no time advancing, jerking at her blouse, my thick fingers wrapping around both sides, ready to shred the material.

“No. No!” Fiona hissed, her face filled with horror.

I loomed over her. “Will you follow my orders? There won’t be another chance.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Very well but be hasty,” I hissed and stepped back, rubbing my eyes. She was frustrating in a way I had no ability to deal with. While my soldiers might question my directives, they almost never did so in an oratory fashion, and certainly not with blatant disregard for my command. I cursed under my breath.

She eyed the room, taking in the various implements used for inflicting pain and I could tell she was beginning to comprehend her situation. This was her temporary home. However, there would be no return to Earth. “What are you going to do to me?” Her arrogance remained, but her voice was breathy, as if beginning to accept her position. Although I doubted she could be broken so easily.

“Your first punishment will be issued by my hand alone. Others will take over as necessary.”

“You’re an asshole.”

This time I chuckled, more than amused at her tenacity. “I have been called many horrific things on several distant planets. There is nothing you can say to me that will… Ah, yes, what you would call hurt my feelings.”

“Prick. Bastard. Son of a bitch. Beast. Monster. How about those?” She shifted until a portion of her body was hidden from my view, redness creeping along her face and neck.

I was so drawn to her, mesmerized by her long fingers as they continued to shake in an effort to pop the last two buttons. She had an exquisite body, rounded hips and full breasts, so unlike our women, or the majority of females I’d encountered in my galaxy-wide trips.

Her head dropped as she slid the silky material over her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Her shoes were next then she hesitated, darting a glance in my direction. “I’ll be good. I won’t fight you any longer.”

I could easily tell this was a tactic. I also sensed a hardness, as if she’d endured something similar at another time in her life. “I’m certain that you will continue to fight, Fiona. That is your temperament. However, you will learn with time or face the consequences. Continue undressing. After we are finished, you will be examined by our medical officer before beginning work on my officer.”

“Aren’t you worried about his imminent death?”

“He’s stable, placed in a subconscious state in order to keep his vitals on hold.” She was a scientist. She would know exactly what I was speaking of.

Nodding, she sniffed and slowly shifted her arms behind her waist, fiddling with the button and zipper. “How was he poisoned?”

“Perhaps that’s something that you can tell me.”

This time she snorted. “I honestly had nothing to do with your friend or his condition. I’m not allowed to work with anything tangible in the organization.”

Her words were laced with a hollow bitterness. “Another comment of that nature. Why is that?”

Fiona shimmied her skirt to the floor. It was easy to tell how embarrassed she was as if I would never approve of her body. “I don’t have that classification or security clearance.”

There was much more to this story and at some point, she would tell me. For now, I knew she wasn’t lying, at least about her clearance, which could mean she had nothing to do with the attack. “What kind of poison?”

“I can’t tell that by touch alone. I’ll need a blood sample. I mean, if you have blood.” A nervous laugh popped from her mouth.

“We bleed, Fiona. Our bodies can be damaged, only not by the usual methods performed by humans.”

“But?”

“I don’t understand.”

“You hesitated,” she said, covering as much of her body with her hands as she turned to face me. “You’re afraid the poison will kill him.”

“Yes.” My eyes roamed the length of her body and every carnal thought rushed to the surface. “The remainder, please.”

“What? I…”

“You will be given other attire after your examination. When you are punished, you will be completely devoid of clothing. Do you understand?”

“I…”

“Fiona. Do you understand?”

She allowed a slow breath to escape before answering. “Yes.” This time, she closed her eyes as she slid one bra strap down her arm then the other. Every part of her was trembling when she reached behind her back, struggling to unfasten the clasp. She rolled her shoulders, tugging at the tight confines.

My mouth watered at the sight of her erect, rose-colored nipples. They were large, a perfect complement to her full breasts. Think like a captain, not a monster.The jab wasn’t nearly enough to extinguish the demanding visions, such incredible imagery of fucking her in a savage manner. “To answer your question, I am deeply concerned that he will die. And if he does, that will mean total war to your planet.”

“War?” No matter her state of undress, she took a step in my direction, the haughty attitude returning. “You’re going to annihilate our planet, execute everyone?”

“Your planet will be saved. We need the resources. For the record, we had no intention of inciting violence, at least at first.” I was shocked that I was opening up to her in this or any manner. I could be court-martialed for less.

Now, imagine what else he does to her… I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses, spanks and fantasies of big, juicy aliens!

Piper

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My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I have the lovely Jane Burelli on my blog once again today with the third in her exciting and oh-so sexy science fiction series. This one burns with hotness. Come take a taste and say hello.

FEVERED LONGINGS – BRIDE OF FIRE BOOK THREE

SYNOPSIS

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. Pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.

Mira had hoped she might find happiness in the arms of the Ice Lord. She was wrong. Political forces have driven them apart and the consequences are devastating for the fated mates. Despite all the past hurt and misunderstandings her fever for the infuriating jane fevered longingsman has not been extinguished, no matter how much she wished it.

Zorren never feared the cold until he’d tasted Mira’s warmth and passion. Mira is his and he is determined to claim her and restore her to her rightful place beside him: on the throne, in his life and in his bed. Now if only the little firebrand would cease her fruitless attempts to drive him away.

With rumblings in the South and conspiracy in the Iceari Court, Mira and Zorren need to present a united front more than ever. Are they brave enough to seize their second chance? Can they rebuild their trust and allow their love to blossom. Or will it be strangled by resentment and stubborn pride?

EXCERPT

At that moment with fury driving me out of my skin and eating me alive. Storming over to a tree I punched the trunk. The skin scraped off my knuckles and pain lanced through my hand. Better. It was as if I could reflect the pain somehow on the outside it would stop tearing me apart. I raised my hand to do it again only for it to be covered by a much larger one, halting me. “That’s enough, Hellcat,” Zorren murmured, the heat of his body beating on my back.

“Leave me alone,” I snarled under my breath biting the hand that offered comfort and focused on the pattern of the bark in front of me. Zorren inched forward and I found myself neatly trapped between the tree and his large body. Strong arms caging me in on either side.

“Mira, we don’t have time for this you need to control your emotions.” Warm breath sternly chastised my ear. “Or I will do it for you.”

I needed to heed him, I wanted to, instead I bared my teeth. “You and what army?” Yes, I was that stupid. Zorren pressed forward, his body covering me from head to toe and I had no room left to squirm.

“I don’t need an army just a strong arm, but we are currently open to attack while you act like a fool.” His hard, blunt words cut through. Exhaling, I forced my body to go slack.

“You’re right,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Zorren dropped a kiss on me to show there were no hard feelings. “Good girl.”

Thank you so much for being here! Sizzling!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I’m very excited to have Jane Burrelli on my blog again. She has the second book in a delicious science fiction series coming out today! The Bride of Fire Series is spicy and truly enjoyable to read. Let’s take a peek at her latest…

PLAYING WITH FIRE

This princess isn’t afraid to play with fire, are you?

SYNOPSIS

When the gods breathed life into us they blessed us with an element, a pity they didn’t Jane Burelli second book covercare to bless us with anything else.

Princess Nymira’s life changed forever when a coup forced her to flee north and in doing so she found herself mated to Zorren, the formidable Ice Lord. Their instant connection is undeniable but their budding relationship is not without challenges.

Mira must now face the open hostility of a foreign court as she attempts to carve out a niche at Zorren’s side. New enemies work tirelessly to drive a wedge between the newly mated pair and their tentative bond of trust is tested to the limit. Are Mira and Zorren strong enough to withstand the storm or will her most guarded secret drive them apart?

Forever.

EXCERPT

He sized up the battle lines drawn between us and quirked an eyebrow. My eyes narrowed. That. One. Single. Movement. Sent my justified anger up another notch.

“Is that right?” he purred. The hair on the back of my neck prickled as he slowly stalked closer.

“I mean it, Zorren,” I hissed wanting to keep him as far away as possible. I drew myself up to my full height and still managed to feel small. “I’m going to call it an early night,” I stated with as much dignity that I possessed. “I have a terrible headache.” His firm lips curled at the blatant lie and my toes copied the movement. Would he call me on it? My back bumped the wall, though I was not sure when I started moving. Zorren’s arms bracketed my head and his lean hips pinned me in place. Dancing blue eyes looked down at me and I snapped mine shut. Bracing myself for the tide of desire that washed through me. My heart sped up oh, so predictably and my hands fisted tightly, digging my nails into my palms. I would fight the pull.

“Shall I let that lie slip, little mate?” The low graveled words curling around my ear was almost my undoing. The soft rasp of stubble scraping across the crook of my neck made my knees quiver. Of course, he wouldn’t let it pass. I raised my chin and met his unwavering gaze.

“It is not a lie.” I sniffed with disdain. “You are most definitely giving me a headache with your split personality.” Less than pleased Zorren’s lips thinned, the playfulness faded and a rigidity entered his arms.

“Is that so?”

“One minute you want me,” I accused my eyes blazing up at him. “The next, you pass me off to your friend and keep me at arm’s length. You swap between the Ice Lord and my mate. Well, at this moment I am not in the mood to accommodate either one.”

AUTHOR BIO

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

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What a wonderful except! Remember, releasing today! Thank you so much for being here.

Kisses…

Piper

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