Today the Spotlight shines on Jessica E. Subject. Jessica’s latest release, MADE FOR HER is now available!
Jessica stopped by to share her Ten Favorite Lines from Made For Her (without any spoilers)
- She refused to listen to the public refer to the clones as slugs. Daniel had died bringing them to life and she couldn’t have his work, his creations, insulted in front of her. Sure, they weren’t born the same way as her, but they were still people, and she had a new squadron of clones waiting for her on the tarmac.
- “So why is this one out of the lab and in my squadron? Why couldn’t he be trained by someone else, somewhere else?” General Madison smiled, and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like his answer. “Because he wanted to be trained by the best. You are our best instructor and have turned out our best pilots. Why would we send him anywhere else?”
- “I know you slugs have all completed basic training, but that was a walk in the park compared to what I’m going to put you through.” The major’s chiseled face revealed a slight grin, mocking them. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wish those bastards at Onatria had smashed your Petri dishes before your cells began to divide.”
- She had to get him out of the house. He did crazy things to her mind. And when he’d stood so close, all thoughts of her original plans to head to the local pub vaporized. She wanted more. Staring into his ocean-blue eyes reminded her of the nights she would gaze into Daniel’s after they’d made love.
- “I’m sure there are many secrets at this base. We’re about to make another.”
- “I’m sure you loved him very much, but it’s been ten years, Mikayla.” He brushed his fingers down her cheek. “You deserve more than a good fuck. You deserve to be happy.”
- The drawer held only one box of condoms, but a multitude of toys, sexual toys. He’d hit the mother lode.
- Clones were always given crap jobs as punishment rather than the usual condemnation on his record. But no sentence would make him stop seeing her. He’d clean the dirtiest, shit-stained toilets every day just to spend his nights next to her.
- She thumped her foot down to gain her balance and raised her forearm. Lunging forward, she slammed him against the door, her arm pressing against his throat. “Don’t you ever touch me.” Releasing her hold, she grabbed the front of his shirt and tossed him outside. “You’re finished, Major.”
- “Gladys, I’m in love.”
MADE FOR HER By Jessica E. Subject
After terrorists murder the love of her life, Colonel Mikayla Jones trains squadron after squadron of the clones he brought to life, to take to the skies. When she discovers a young clone of her husband in her newest class, her world spins out of control. How can she command the look-a-like when she can’t help but yearn for him to fill an ache in her heart?
Dare was created to be the best. As the first Daniel clone to leave Onatria labs, he needs to prove he is more than just a DNA copy. To do that, he must rely on the wife of the man who donated his genes. But when she refuses to train him, Dare faces discharge and returning to the labs. Can he convince Colonel Jones to finish his training and find a way into her bed? Or will long kept secrets unhinge the entire clone project?
Please note: Made For Her was previously published with another publisher. It has been revised and expanded from the original version. This version also includes the short story, Replicated Consequences, which takes place in the same world.
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Date Published: February 29, 2016
eBook ISBN: 978-0-9948431-6-6
Genre(s): Science Fiction Romance, Erotic Romance, Clone Romance, Futuristic Romance, Military Romance
Heat Rating: 4 flames – frequent love scenes that are explicit and described using graphic and direct language
Word Count: 22,061 words (Made For Her only)
Dare rolled off his cot then left the barracks, his body sore from the last few weeks of hell. Major Thompson had sent them right from the classroom to physical training, as if they were still in basic. When they ran flight simulations, Thompson assigned him the first officer’s seat rather than the captain’s. The only time Dare had the chance to fly as captain, he’d fucked up the take-off and crashed the simulated plane. Not an ideal way to start, but he required more practice. His squadron only had two weeks left before their first flight, and he felt no more ready to fly a plane than he had a month ago. He’d studied his flight manuals every night, but they did not compare to practical experience. Somehow, some way, he had to convince Colonel Jones to come back and train him. He needed to be prepared.
He walked up to the colonel’s house and knocked on the door. Waiting for her to answer, Dare noticed his foot tapping. When had he started that habit?
“D32, what are you doing on my doorstep? I told you never to come back.”
He spun around to see her standing at the end of the path leading to her house, another man only a few steps behind her. The major. An unexpected, gut-wrenching anger filled him, making his blood boil.
“Go home now, Thompson,” she said. “You are wasting your time.”
The man leaned forward as if to kiss her, but she stepped to the side. Dare held in the urge to punch him. Violence wouldn’t win him any points with the woman whose help he needed.
Thompson turned toward him, his gaze ready to kill. “And yet there is a cadet on your doorstep.”
She placed a hand on the major’s chest. “He’s wasting his time, too. But he’s my problem to deal with.”
Colonel Jones grimaced as Thompson stormed away, before advancing toward her house and Dare. “Lieutenant, are we going to have a problem here or are you going to leave now?”
Dare put his hands up. “I have no problems. I just want to know why you left when you first saw me; why you never came back.”
“I told you, I was reassigned, though it’s none of your business.”
“Oh, really? I think it is my business since you asked to be reassigned.” He shouldn’t have said that. It was information he’d overheard from a private conversation. But he was on a roll. “It was because of me, right? You hate slugs, and you can’t stand the fact that one of us may look like your husband.”
She glared at him, but he kept going. He had to know. “You hate the idea of training me. You hate me.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t hate you.”
Gods, what had he done? Was she going to…cry? He’d never seen any of his commanding officers show any sign of emotion other than anger. But he couldn’t help himself. “Why, then?”
“Because you weaken me.” She slipped by him and tried to unlock her door.
“I weaken you? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
She fumbled as she tried to insert the key chip. Then she turned toward him. “You’re exactly like Daniel. Your mannerisms, your voice, and that annoying foot tap when you’re impatient. I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. I can’t be strong, be a leader.”
She opened the door, but Dare made sure she couldn’t close it. He used his body as an obstruction.
She gasped. “You can’t come in. Leave me alone.”
He pushed the door open, surprised she hadn’t yet reminded him of his rank. “I can help you be strong.”
Her gaze met his, and he shuddered at the vulnerability in her eyes. “I….”
“I need you to train me.” He longed to touch her, imagined the soft ply of her skin as he ran the tips of his fingers across every inch. Pulling her toward him crossed his mind, but he needed her training more than her body. “I’ve only run one simulation as captain.”
She reeled back, probably for the best. “What? You should be running at least one every day.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.” He yearned to hold her, to feel her breath on his skin. Thank goodness she hadn’t looked down. She wouldn’t appreciate the salute he had for her.
“I can’t believe Major Thompson is being such an ass. Actually, yes I can. I’ll talk to General Madison tonight. You’ll be back in the simulators tomorrow, as captain.” She turned and stomped away. Had she dismissed him?
“Wait…please, Colonel Jones. I need more practice than that. I need to be the best.”
Her hard eyes and pursed lips gave him a jolt when she turned back toward him. “I’ll see that the general allows you some extra practice time.”
“…a brilliant plot twist that was a tear-jerker, and had me physically reeling – I really hadn’t expected it.” – Critique de Book
“The entire thing was cohesive; the characters, dialogue, and setting were natural and well paced. Very glad I went with my initial instinct I read it…Highly Recommended!” – Books, Books & More Books
“I loved this twist on the Sci-Fi clone story… This was like a Top Gun story set in the future where cloning is real and space exploration is growing and alien contact is a reality for which the government has been preparing for years.” – Tracy Riva Books & Reviews
Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super-hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.
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