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The Weathermen 7
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When Rissa Kerry overhears harmful gossip about the CEO of the company she works for, she makes a phone call to Barclay Hampton. What follows is the adventure of a lifetime for Rissa as she becomes Barclay’s assistant in data recovery from a laptop that might reveal the hackers of The Madeline Project.

But she never counted on falling in love with the CEO along the way. Will she become his next flavor of the month, or this is the real thing for Rissa and Barclay?

Barclay is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…


He stroked her palm, and when she didn’t pull her hand away, hope began to build. He wanted to push the emotion away and stop this, but he couldn’t. This girl had captivated him, and he was powerless in her presence.

“Why do you say that? Why do you think you need to?”

She gazed at him with dry eyes now, filled with clarify and purpose. “Because I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to start living again. I don’t want to dishonor his memory, but he’d want me to be happy and I’m not. I don’t mean in my work. I love my work. I mean…”

He sighed because he knew exactly what she meant. “You mean you’re lonely, right? Your days are filled with meaningful things to do, but then at night, when the fake sun goes down, the dark creeps in and you wish you could change everything about your life, but you don’t know how or where to start.”

She stared at him as if he had lobsters crawling on his face. “How did you do that?” she whispered. “How did you reach into my head and nail it, just like that?”

“Because I feel the same way, Rissa.”

“But … forgive me, but you’re in the tabloids constantly. You’re never without a date.”

“It’s a ruse. I don’t want to be that person any longer.”

She looked really uncomfortable, glanced at the pitcher, which was nearly empty, and pulled her hand out of his grasp. Then she pushed her margarita glass away. “Guess we’ve both had enough to drink.”

“I’m not drunk. And I’m sorry if you feel I’ve said too much. You’re very easy to be with and talk to.”

“You talk to people all the time, Barclay.”

He took her hand again, unable to stop himself. He wanted this woman, and he knew she wanted him, too. He could feel it in the air, hanging between them, and it wasn’t the tequila talking. “Yes, I do, but there’s something about you that has me spellbound, Rissa.”

She definitely wasn’t drunk, but then neither was he, and as she pulled her hand away again and rose, he realized he needed to tell her that.

“Barclay, don’t misunderstand me. I’m grateful for the opportunity to work on this project with you, but I have no intentions of becoming your next conquest. I think we need to make some coffee or drink some water, or something. Then we should get back to work.”

She picked up the pitcher and their glasses, and he followed her into the kitchen. “I’m not drunk.”

“Good to know.”

“Rissa, you want me as much as I want you.”

He saw her back stiffen, and then watched her place the pitcher and glasses on the counter, but she didn’t turn to face him.

“You do, don’t you?” He spoke softly now, not wanting to frighten her.

“Not the point.”

“It’s exactly the point.”

“I’m not going to do this.” Her voice shook, but not from fear. She was as aroused as he was.

“Why not?”

“I told you.”

“I don’t want to conquer you. I just want to make love to you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“You’re worked for me almost a year. I do know you.”

She finally turned to face him, and his damn dick was so hard now it was painful. The look on her face made him want to hold her for the rest of his life.

“The last man I had sex with was Harry. That was over seven years ago.”

He hadn’t expected that. Barclay’s feet finally worked, and he moved toward her slowly. When he reached where she stood, he resisted the urge to simply pull her into his arms. Instead he placed a hand on each shoulder, and the shaky intake of her breath tugged at his heart. She blinked against wet eyes again, and he hoped like hell it wasn’t because she suddenly wished she was anywhere but here.

“Then I will be very, very careful.”

Feature Friday ~ Cecilia’s Mate by April Zyon #SpaceWars #BDSM #Futuristic #MustRead @AprilZyon @EvernightPub


The Space Wars are continuing with the next installement, Cecilia’s Mate!

To catch up you can start with Adira’s Mate which is the first book in the series. After that book is Sadie’s Mate.

The third book in the series is Cecilia’s Mate. I’m excited about this book because Cece is the baby brother of Bracken, the hero in Sadie’s Mate.


Cecilia’s Mate

Space Wars 3

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Erotic Sci-Fi, BDSM


Cecelia Kauller has always felt invisible. First with her family, and then with the man she knows is to one day be hers. But things are about to change, and not for the better in her mind. When Cecelia discovers she’s about to be sold off to a man her older sister plans to have as a lover it all becomes too much. She can’t take any more and runs to the only place she knows she will be safe, with her brother.

Lieutenant Colonel Draven Ackermann has always felt out of place in life. Being a part of the Craegin Armada gave him purpose, and a sense of being. Now that he’s reached a point in his life where he can focus on more than a career, he only wants one person to fill that void. Unfortunately she happens to be his commanding officers baby sister.

Although they can now finally admit who they are to one another there is still one important step both must take, telling Cecelia’s brother that they are bondmates. Not an easy conversation, but one that is necessary for the happiness of them both.

As they settle into their new lives, and prepare for the next step of marriage, the universe decides to shake life up a little more. Draven receives news that shatters all he’s ever known, and turns his life upside down.

Cecelia stands strong at his side, as a bondmate should, and helps Draven to regain his footing. She will always do whatever is necessary to help him as he has helped her through all the changes in her life. She can do now other, he is her love, her heart, and her every dream. He is Cecelia’s mate.


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Her mouth went dry when he bared himself to her. She couldn’t speak when he asked her if he passed muster. She just looked up at him and nodded dumbly. “Yes.” She licked her suddenly dry lips and let out a breathy sound. He was glorious. His body was dark all over. He was built with thick ropes of muscles, and his cock, holy mother of life it was impressive. It was thick and long and pointed seemingly straight up and toward her. “Are you sure that this will work?” He looked bigger than he had felt against her the last night that they went to sleep together. It was intimidating.

“Cecilia, little one, of course it will work. Remember that we are made for one another. You can touch, you know,” he said quietly. Reaching out for a hand, he brought it up to his chest and pressed it flat so her palm rested fully on his skin. “Touch and learn me. It will help to alleviate some of your concerns. The rest you will need to trust me on.”

She allowed her hand to move over the broad expanse of his chest. She was chewing her lower lip as she touched him. Her nails lightly scraped over his chest and she smiled at the white lines that were left in their wake. It wasn’t enough to harm, just enough to tease. “You always feel so good. I know you would never hurt me and you do have my trust, Draven, completely.”

He slid his hand up her arm, then moved it to cup her cheek. “I’m honored that you trust in me.” Draven watched her as she scratched her nails a little lower. He sucked his stomach in when she dipped even lower.

She was looking down, watching her hand as she moved it down. Her fingers lightly brushed over his cock and she gasped. Then, before she could stop herself, she closed her hand around his shaft and let it slide down slowly. Her fingers wouldn’t meet around his thick shaft so she put her other hand on his dick as well. She began to stroke him.

A low growl from him had her peeking up. His eyes were narrowed on her, his features a little harsher, color riding his cheeks. Using his thumb, he tipped her face up as he leaned in. Draven caught her mouth in a kiss that was unmatched by anything prior.

Cece allowed herself to give in to the kiss. She squeezed him gently, then began to move her hands back up his body and wrapped them around his neck. She leaned into his embrace, swaying into his touch, and moaned as she kissed him back.

Draven’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her body tighter to his own. Then they were moving, and she had the sensation of tumbling before the softness of the bed met her back. His weight pressed her deeper into the bedding while he continued to kiss her like a man starved.

She lifted a leg slightly so that it could brace against his hip. She shifted under him and tugged at his hair. When they parted she was panting, breathless and desperate. “I love kissing you, Draven Ackermann. Just so you know, I’m never letting you go.”

“You’d better not, Cecilia Kauller, because I never intend to let you go, either. You are mine, now and for all of time.” He kissed her again, this time a little gentler as he stroked his hands over her torso, his thumbs brushing to the curve of her breasts.

She shivered when his thumbs brushed over her breasts and up to caress her nipples. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she arched into the touch. Draven was pressing light kisses to her throat. Slowly he worked his way down to her upper chest before shifting his body a little lower, giving him the room he needed to nuzzle at her breasts. The flick of his tongue to her nipple had her jolting under him.

“Do that again, please?” Cece asked as she shifted under him to take more of what he was offering.

Draven slid his lips over her skin to her other breast. His tongue slid slowly over her tight nipple. When she gave a shiver he sucked the tight bud into his mouth to pull hard on it, drawing it in deeper. She felt the smallest scrape of his teeth to her skin before he flicked her nipple with his tip of his tongue repeatedly.

“Oh God yes.” She put her hands to his head and held him there. “Again, please,” was all she could think to say.

Cecilia could feel his laugh against her body as he gave in to her demands. He looked up to her and held her gaze as he scraped his teeth over her flesh slowly. Her nipple slipped from between his teeth when he lifted his head. Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to her chin, then wiggled down her body more. With soft kisses to her sternum, her belly, then her hips, she could feel her body winding tighter with the sensations he was helping to create.

She moved her hands to his head and touched him. “That feels so good,” she moaned, enjoying his wandering mouth. “I think I could become addicted to you doing this to me.”

“I’ll do this every single night if I have anything to say about it, a couple times during the day as well if you’re feeling adventurous, and then whenever the mood strikes.” Pushing her legs further apart, Draven got her to raise her knees so she was fully bared to him. His warm breath brushed along her damp folds as he stared at her.

“Oh I love how that sounds. Do you think that you will be able to…” She trailed off when his breath moved across her silky wet folds. “Draven.” She moaned and shuddered.

He brushed his nose to her inner thigh. “Do I think I’ll be able to what, little one?” he asked with a smile.

“I forgot.” She whimpered, then shifted slightly.

Draven chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the seam of her leg. He blew another breath over her pussy before leaning in to run his tongue lightly up her slit.

“Holy mother. That feels so good. I’ve never felt anyone do that to me before.” Of course she hadn’t. She had never felt anyone except him touching her intimately before. “I think I’ve just found my new favorite thing.”

“I’d reserve judgment a little longer,” he advised. Sliding his hands over her skin, he pulled her folds apart. Then he mouth was on her, his tongue stroking over her, his low growl vibrating against her most sensitive parts.

“Draven” She sobbed when his tongue stroked over her clit. When he growled she felt her hips jump. “Draven, more. Please. Fuck.” She never cussed but was right now.

His mouth latched onto her aching clitoris, and he sucked hard. All the while his fingers stroked over her pussy, one finger finally sliding into her sheath to gently stroke her in time to his sucking actions.

“Ohhhhhh…” she said in a long and low moan of a sound. The finger inside of her pussy while his tongue worked her clitoris had her seeing stars, literally. She shuddered and shifted her hips slightly to take more of him into her body.

The slight bite of his teeth on her sensitive nub sent a shiver through her. But then her mind became focused on the fuller feeling of her pussy when he added another finger. His free hand stroked up her belly to her breasts, where he began to pluck at first one nipple, then the other.

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed her nipple tightly with his hands. “I love the way that feels.” She shifted to accommodate more of his body between her legs and to give him room to play more with her as he wanted to.

Draven slid his hand free from under hers. “Play with your nipples,” he ordered in a husky tone. He moved his hand down to hold her folds open and proceeded to flick the tip of his tongue to her clit rapidly while thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy.

She moved her hand from his head and placed both of them on her nipples. She began to tug and pull at them. She twisted them and gasped just as his fingers thrust deeply into her pussy.

“That’s it, Cecilia,” he praised. Curling his fingers inside of her, he seemed to find some spot that had her toes digging frantically into the bedding. Then he put his mouth back over her clit to suck at the throbbing nub, adding in a little bite now and again.

Cece arched up against him and sobbed. She braced her feet on the bedding and lifted her pussy up closer to him. She loved the way this felt, the fabulous feeling of his hands on her body and his mouth on her pussy.

Draven cupped her ass when she lifted up, a digit moving to rub the tight bud between her buttocks. He pressed firmly while sucking harder at her clit and curling his fingers up inside of her.

With his fingers in her pussy and the one touching her anus she saw stars. It took her breath away, the sensations making her gasp. She then screamed and lifted her body up, taking his fingers deeper. The one near her anus slipped inside and she came, hard.

The next thing she knew Draven was stroking her leg gently, pressing kisses to her face, and her arms were wrapped around his neck. “Shh, I have you, little one. Slow your breathing down for me, Cecilia,” he said gently as he continued to soothe her.

Doing as he instructed, she nodded and sighed. “That was amazing. I never dreamed that an orgasm would be so good.”

“That was only the first part of it all,” he told her. “There is so much more that is to come your way.” Slipping an arm around her, he squeezed her close while pressing a kiss to her lips. “The real question is, are you ready for more, Cecilia?” She took a deep breath and licked her lips after his kiss. “I want more. I want everything.”

He gave her another leisurely kiss, curling his tongue around hers and teasing her gently. He settled his body over hers and she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy and over her clit. His one hand didn’t stop moving but continued to stroke her leg, over her hip, and up her ribs before going back down her side.

“So good.” She lifted again and moaned. “I love the feel of you touching me.” The head of his cock rubbing against her slit had her whimpering and clutching at him.

“Easy, little one.” He cupped her face in a hand, his thumb brushing over her skin while he stared down into her eyes. “You need to relax for me and take slow, deep breaths.” His cock pressed to her opening. Moving his hand, he touched her pussy, spreading her lips as he pushed his cock to start filling her slowly.

He filled her to capacity, and beyond. She had to stop him once and shift slightly but then he pushed into her more. “Draven.” She whispered his name. This was making love. This wasn’t about the domination and submission, but this was their first time making love.

“Breathe, Cecilia,” he said in a deeper, rougher tone. “You need to remember to breathe.” His hands guided her legs up and around his hips until she could hook her ankles together over his ass. Very slowly he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy, then pressed back in just as slowly.

She breathed, recalling that he had said she could control her body with her breathing, with focusing. She tried to do just that. She forced herself to breathe in and out and to watch him as he made love with her. “I’m so glad I waited for you,” she confessed, reaching up to put her hand on his cheek and pull him closer. Catching her lips in a kiss, he cupped her head between his hands. He was still moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and sliding out of her body slowly. As they kissed he began to pick up his pace a little at a time.

She moved with him, her body naturally finding its rhythm with him and causing her to brush against his chest with her breasts from time to time. Each time her rock hard nipples brushed against his muscular chest she gasped aloud, the pleasure moving between nipples and clit and back again.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze roaming over her face. “So open, so giving, and all mine. Forever, Cecilia. Nothing else will be nearly enough for me.” Putting his hands on the bed, he pressed up a little and began to thrust faster and harder into her eager body.

“Good.” She moved along with him, her body naturally finding that right rhythm with him, her legs around his hips. She dug her heels into his ass, pulling him tighter to her body as she did so.

“Touch your clit, Cecilia.” Rolling his hips slightly gave her a new sensation. “Rub that tight little nub for me.” Draven was adjusting himself over her, each movement changing how his cock slid into her.

Reaching between them, she touched her fingertips to her clit and began to rub, sobbing his name as the feelings that were coming from him pumping in and out of her body had her flying higher and higher.

“Please, Sir.” She shivered, the force of her pleasure doubling at those two small words.

The look on his face when she said those words nearly had her coming apart. But something held her back. Leaning in, Draven pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “Come for me, Cecilia,” he said in a demanding tone.

It was his demand far more than anything that had her screaming as she climaxed. She came hard, her body shaking, and felt her nails biting into Draven’s back. She whimpered and needed him to come with her.

A few more hard thrusts and she felt it. The shudder rippled through his body before his cock pulsated in her sheath. Draven collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight as his seed filled her.

She felt each pulse of his seed into her waiting womb and closed her eyes. “Gracious,” she whispered softly, then yawned. “Will you hold me, please? Just keep me close?”

“You don’t even have to ask.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, he rolled them so she was lying on top. Then he covered her up, tucking the blankets around her gently before once more wrapping her in his arms. “Sleep for a little while, Cecilia. Then we need to get up for the official welcome back meal.”

“Okay.” She rubbed her cheek to his chest and drifted off into sleep.


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The Weathermen 4
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Reporter Julianne Wallis hasn’t stopped thinking about Kane Bannerman since she seduced him to get a story five years ago. Now she’s back for a second story, but this time she wants more than sex from Kane. She wants the secret he is hiding.

Kane is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…



Kane teased her pussy lips with feathery touches from both his fingers and his tongue until she was out of her mind with need. She writhed on the bed and whimpered, but he didn’t do so much as spread her pussy lips or touch her clit. She couldn’t take it any longer. “Please, Kane. Please!”

He lifted his head and grinned, and she let out a cry of frustration. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Julianne.”

“Oh my God, seriously? Fuck me. Lick me. Suck me. Shove your fingers inside me. Anything!”

“What will you give me in return?”

“What?” She was hallucinating. That was the only logical explanation. Was the man even human?

“I asked what you’ll give me in return. I’ve given you two stories, and you’re naked with your wrists tied together. What do I get out of this?”

“A naked woman tied up in your bed.”

He shook his head. “Not good enough. If I do what you want, what will you do for me?”

She narrowed her eyes as shivers ran up and down her spine. Decadent images raced through her mind. Exactly how kinky was Kane Bannerman? “What do you want?”

He brushed a hand up one thigh and down the other, and Julianne couldn’t stop the moan in time. The smug grin he gave her should have angered her, but all it did was fuel her excitement. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes!” He was torturing her with the mere promise of sex.

Kane flipped her onto her stomach before she could do more than let out a breath. He caressed her ass cheeks, and then he smacked each one, hard. “This is what I want. You, over my knee, taking a good, old-fashioned spanking because you are such a damn brat, Julianne. When my hand gets tired, I have a paddle to use on your lovely round ass.”

He covered her body with his and turned her face sideways toward his. She had to struggle to take a full breath because she was so aroused she could barely think. His beautiful eyes blazed with desire. “After I spank you and paddle you hard enough to thoroughly punish you for what you’ve done to me, I will fuck you. I will fuck you hard and rough. I will fuck your pussy, your delectable mouth, and your very pretty ass.”

Kane kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth, but just as quickly released it, leaving her wanting so much more. “That’s what I want. Your move, gorgeous.”

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The Weathermen 2
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On her first day working for Emmett Radcliffe, President of Radcliffe Software and Web Design, Liane Peyton learns that Emmett hired her not only for her design skills, but for her coding abilities. Liane finds herself building a secret database for Emmett and his friends, but saving the planet isn’t Emmett’s only obsession. He has his sights set on Liane, and he will stop at nothing to have her.

Emmett is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…



She pushed her hips against his erection and moved her tongue over his, imitating his movements. She needed this man inside her right now or she was going to die from desire. Was that possible? It had to be, because she’d never felt such intense longing.

His mouth still on hers, he backed her up against the sideboard and then released the kiss. “Turn around.”

Once again, she obeyed without hesitation. Emmett leaned her over the furniture. He tugged her hair until her head was back, and then he licked her neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Liane. And you’re going to take it.”

She cried out in pleasure as he moved his other hand over her ass, giving each cheek a couple of hard smacks. The dress wasn’t thick, and it stung, but she absolutely adored it. He let go of her hair and pushed the dress up, revealing her ass. “Oh yes. I knew you had a nice one.” His hands caressed her cheeks, moving down the backs of her thighs and up her lower back. “You are exquisite.”

Liane didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. All she could do was close her eyes and absorb the sensations. Never had she been taken like this. This was heady and raw. It sent her emotions spiraling out of control and her arousal to places it had never gone.

He told her to spread her legs a bit, and then he slipped a finger into her ass crack and underneath to her throbbing clit, over and over, until she pushed back against him and writhed against his touch. “Please…” she whispered.

His lips grazed her neck. “Please what?”


Emmett slid a finger between her moist folds and Liane cried out again as fresh desire raced through her. “You are soaking wet.”

“I can’t help it. You did that to me.”

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to taste it.”

Her exhale came out in a shudder, and when he pushed his other hand into the opening at the front of the dress and placed it over her left breast, she began to whimper. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while she shook her head back and forth, silently begging for release.

“I wonder how these taste.”


“Tell me what you want, Liane. In detail. Or I won’t do anything more than I’m doing right now for the entire night.”

How the hell did he have this kind of control? Was he human?

“I want you to make love to me.”

He chuckled, and shivers ran up and down her spine. Emmett gave her nipple a squeeze, and the tiny jolt of electricity it sent straight to her clit forced a loud moan from her. “You’re going to have to do better than that, gorgeous. Come on. Use your imagination.”

Shit. He was going to torture her with sex. “Okay. I want you to lick that.”

Another squeeze, this one tighter. She cried out again. “That what? Use real names. Come on, Liane. You’re a grown women with a lush body. Own it. Tell me what you want me to do to every square inch of it.”

“Spank me more. I loved that. And lick my nipples. And suck them. Please.”

“Good girl.” His hand moved to the other breast, where he proceeded to tease it in the same way. Then he slipped a long finger into her pussy, slowly, while she let out a long moan. “Don’t stop. Tell me more. What else do you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me. With your tongue, your fingers, and your dick.”

“Good girl. Very good.” He moved his finger in and out gently, and the movement sent shock waves straight to her clit. She was going to come. No doubt about it.

“I can’t think anymore.”

He kissed her neck. “Yes you can.”

“You mentioned tying me to your bed.”

“Yes, I did.” That voice! It washed over her until no other sound existed. “Tell me about that. What do you picture when you think about it?”

“I’ve always had fantasies.”

He moaned softly as he continued playing with her nipple and her pussy. “Is that true? Tell me about them. Please, Liane.”

The realization this was turning him on just as much sent her excitement level through the roof. “I want you to tie me down and spank me, and then fuck me silly. Fuck me until neither one of us can breathe.”

“Oh my God. You shall have your wish, beautiful lady. But first, if I don’t get inside that hot, wet pussy I’m going to come in my pants.”



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Today is not only my release day, it’s also four years since I was first published, and Canada Day. For those who don’t know, I am Canadian, so today is special in so many ways. Since two of my stories take place in the capital of Canada, and my host is also Canadian, I thought I’d share ten things I love about my country.

  1. Weather – There is always something for everyone to love and complain about.
  2. Flag – It’s different than others, which I like.
  3. Layout of the country – Most of the population lives in the southern part of the country, along the US border. If you want to get away from the congestion and immerse yourself in the wilderness, head north. Just not in winter, as you may get stuck there for a while.
  4. Music – There is such a wonderful variety to choose from. Of course, there is Celine Dion and Shania Twain, but also Hedley, Our Lady Peace, Kiesza, Chantal Kreviazuk, Avril Lavigne, Nickelback, Nelly Furtado, Lights, Sarah McLachlan, Rush, The Guess Who, and so many more.
  5. Canadian Pride – Gets more prevalent every year.
  6. Humour – Some of the best comedians are/were Canadian ==> Jim Carey, Mike Meyers, John Candy, Russell Peters, Martin Short, Catherine O’Hara, Norm Macdonald, Howie Mandel, Leslie Nielson, Seth Rogan, Eugene Levy, Phil Hartman.
  7. Free health care – Okay, we pay for it in our taxes, but there is no big bill to pay when we leave the hospital.
  8. Freedom – Our past is not perfect, but we are all now free. Even gay marriage is allowed across the country.
  9. Friendliness – We really are a friendly bunch, not always, but most of the time.
  10. Canadian animals – Who doesn’t like the polar bear, loon, moose, and the beaver? They are even on our coins. Okay, the Canadian Goose is the exception. They hold all of the Canadian meanness.


An Alien to LoveAn Alien to Love_500x750

A collection of 1Night Stand stories

By Jessica E. Subject

Five HOT 1Night Stand stories by Jessica E. Subject about sexy heroes from other planets.

What do a librarian, a nurse, a director’s assistant, a housekeeper, and an orphan have in common? They all end up spending an evening with a gorgeous stranger. But, will one night lead to more, or will the women end up running away when they learn their sexy suitor comes from another planet? Find out in these five sensual 1Night Stand stories by sci-fi romance author, Jessica E. Subject.

Contains: Celestial Seduction, Satin Sheets in Space, Another Night, Another Planet, His Alien Virgin, and Her Alien Hero

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Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

Date Published: July 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-61333-845-2

Genre(s): Science Fiction Romance, Futuristic Romance, Alien Romance

Heat Rating: 3 to 4 flames – frequent love scenes  that are explicit and described using graphic and direct language

Word Count: 55,000 words

Page Count: approx.141 pages


Excerpt From Celestial Seduction:

She stood in front of him then and held out her hands. His black eyes met hers as he wrapped her hands in his. “You’re okay with what I told you?”

“No, but I’m trying to stay open-minded.” She tried to keep her hands from shaking even as she showed him she could handle the information. “I don’t feel like you want to hurt me though.”

He lightly squeezed her hands, a smile forming on his lips. “I would never bring you harm.”

Lifting one hand up, she gently placed it on the side of his face. “Will you show me what you really look like? I can see your real eyes, but I want to see the rest.”

“You won’t run away?” She winced seeing all of the confidence he’d had at the beginning of the night gone, but it made her trust him even more. “Whatever you do, please don’t scream.”

“I promised to stay the entire night, didn’t I? And don’t worry, I don’t scream unless someone sneaks up on me, or if I see a spider. You don’t look like a spider, do you?” The very thought sent a chill through her body.

He smiled, some of his confidence back while his human image flickered for a few seconds before completely disappearing. Unsure what to expect, she tried not to judge until she’d set eyes on his entire figure. Long, spindly fingers intertwined with hers. He tried to let go, but she held them tight. His body appeared taller and leaner than before. She saw the same black eyes, a less prominent nose and barely visible ears. His hair became jet black and appeared longer and curlier than before. Underneath luminescent scales, his skin shone a light blue.

“So, what do you think?” His mouth quirked, revealing his uncertainty.

Except for their color, his lips were the only thing that didn’t change. She leaned towards him, wondering if they would still feel the same. She had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach him, but wrapping her arms around his neck helped. The feel of his skin surprised her. Perhaps he didn’t have scales, but the pattern lay beneath his skin.

He’s beautiful.



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Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

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Excerpt from Adira’s Mate by April Zyon #SciFi #BDSM @EvernightPub

  Adira’s Mate
Space Wars 1
by April Zyon
Published by Evernight Publishing

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Captured by his mortal
enemy General Fintan Daykin is held for many long months in an Imarian
Facility. On the day that he’s able to escape he’s faced with one of the
biggest surprises of his life.
Adira Lora is the head
of the Medical Ministries offices of Imaria and she learnt that there is
something seriously wrong with one of the facilities. Something that she has
to  go and figure out for herself since
she trusts no one else.
Taken hostage by the tall,
dark Craegin was not what Adira had in mind when she got to the facility, but
it seemed as if Fate and the Spirits had something else altogether in mind for
She should be wary of
the man who could tear her apart but she’s not. She’s drawn to him, she aches
for him and she’s desperate to heal his injuries but he pushes her away at
every turn.
He can’t let her too
close, he’s far too attracted to the small Imarian that he dragged with him
onto her crawler. He only wanted to get home, back to his people and away from
the slow death that her people were giving him.
Once the pain of his
injuries starts to ease and the reality of who little Adi is to him sets in Fin
realizes that he will have to protect her from more than just his people. Fin
realizes that he would also have to protect her from  hers as well.
When Adira finally
submits to Fintan however he knows that he will never let her go. He owns her
now, she is his in every sense of the word for now and all time and nothing
would come between them.




Adira went stiff as a board when the
pistol was lifted to her temple. She took a deep breath and nodded. She
understood what he was saying, understood and would comply. She had no idea who
it was that had her, so she would play along until she could be free.
She listened to the man’s breathing and
frowned. He was in pain; it was clear from how he was gasping for air but there
was something more. He wasn’t breathing as an Imarian would, three sharp
intakes of breath and one exhale.
Her stomach felt as if it were in knots.
She felt ill because she suddenly knew that she wasn’t being held by someone
that was on the island and had no idea who she was. She was being held by one
of the Craegin that her people had kidnapped and had been torturing.
Stars. She was in deep trouble. “You
really don’t want to do this,” she told the man. “I’m more trouble than I am
worth. Ask anyone. I’m seriously not a good person to take hostage.”
“I don’t have what one would call a lot
of choices here.” His voice was low, but she could hear the underlying growl
that gave it a certain rough quality. “One way or another you are my ticket out
of this hellish place. So you can either help me willingly, or I start to break
bones. Nothing important, but I know the ones that will cause you immeasurable
pain while still allowing you to function enough to get me free. The choice is
up to you. What will it be?”
There was no choice. Adira was a lot of
things, but able to withstand pain was not one of them. She just nodded. “What
do you need?” She would get him to where he needed to be in order to get free.
Then she would run as far and fast as she could.
He let out a harsh-sounding breath. “I
need you to guide me to the ship bay here. Preferably to one of your crawlers.
Then you and I are going to leave on that ship, and get me to a place where I
can contact one of my own vessels to pick me up. If you behave yourself, don’t try anything to alert anyone, and
generally do not make yourself an annoyance to me I might let you go free.
Depends on how bad my mood is by that point.” She felt him shift slightly, his
arm slowly letting go of her neck.
“We’re going to take the path of least
resistance. No guards, as few cameras as possible, and you are not going to let
anyone know anything is amiss in any way. I have zero problem shooting a woman,
but I’d rather not have to drag you around at my heels to break free of here.”
Stars. “Okay,” she said with a wobbly
voice. “Then the best way to go will be back the way that I came.” She had
already killed a guard. This had to be her punishment. She knew it. She had
killed one of her own people so this was the spirits’ way of punishing her. She
was going to be this Craegin’s shield to get free of her people. “I have a
crawler. I came over from one of our other worlds.”
The weapon lowered until it was pressed
into her lower back, right on her spine. At that range he’d never miss, and if
she wasn’t dead she’d definitely be paralyzed. “How many guards between here
and the bay?” he asked. He’d given her a nudge to get her moving, but a hand on
her arm slowed her pace. Adira couldn’t see much of him beyond the one arm down
at his side. But she did notice he seemed to be limping, even dragging one of
his legs slightly.
“None. There was one but he won’t be a
problem.” The physician in her wanted to heal him. She wanted to reach out and
find out what was wrong, but the prudent part of her kicked in and she knew
that would be just plain dumb. She did, however, slow down. She ensured that
she kept a pace that would keep them moving, but wouldn’t push him too far. She
didn’t know what to expect of this Craegin, especially since the female captive
had so easily sold out her people.
“What about the cameras? How many are we
going to have to contend with once we’re past the holding areas?” The pressure
of the weapon on her spine eased a little. She knew it was still there, but he
wasn’t digging it in any longer. He might be injured, but she didn’t think for
one moment he wasn’t aware of everything around him.
“None.” She had disabled them so that she
could wheel the body out and dispose of it. Why hadn’t she thought to reenable
them? “I had disabled them,” she told him. “I had been so caught up in my own
mind that I forgot to reenable them,” she added honestly. “My crawler is the
one closest to the exit doors as well, so there shouldn’t be anyone in the bays
that will see us as that side is blocked from view by my crawler.”
“Good,” he grunted out. Suddenly his hand
came up to her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Shh,” he hissed. The pressure of
the weapon was back for a moment as the sound of boots on the tiled hall could
be heard. They faded a few minutes later, and he released her arm. “Go.”
She nodded and went. There was something
about his touch. It was odd. She didn’t focus on it, though. Instead, she
concentrated on getting through this alive.
She made several twists and turns, being
stopped a few times by the rather large male that held a weapon at her head,
and finally they were before the bay doors. “When we enter we need to be fast.
Get on my crawler. I need to make a call to the booth. There is audio as well
as visual so you will have to stand far to the left behind a console and have
to trust me. I really don’t want to die, so I will get you out of here.” She
would have somehow gotten him free anyway because she didn’t believe in the
tortures her people were inflicting upon this male.
His hand was on her arm again, holding
tight. “Say or do the wrong thing when you talk to them and you won’t live long
enough to make another mistake. If need be I can fly this thing out of here,
but I’d really rather not have to do it with your blood all over the console.”
He gave a light but firm squeeze of her arm, then let go. “Move,” he said under
his breath.
She nodded and moved as quickly as his
pace would allow to her crawler. The medical insignia on the side denoted it to
be the head of their Medical Ministry, her. Her hand to the panel at the side
had the doors sliding open and engines starting. She explained, “I’m still a
doctor. My crafts need to be able to go the moment I get in, just in case of an
No words came from him, just a grunt. A
hard hand landed on her shoulder as soon as they stepped into the crawler. She
could see the weapon out of her periphery as it was sweeping around the space.
He was ensuring they were alone in the small craft. The hand eased and gave her
the smallest of pushes toward the cockpit as the doors sealed behind them with
a hiss of air.
Adira settled into the pilot’s seat and
strapped in. Looking back at the male, she viewed him for the first time. He
was large and impressive, handsome even. He was also severely injured. “Stand
just to the left there,” she told him as she pointed to a console. “Now,
please. They are beeping to get through.” She adjusted herself slightly, and
when he was hidden pulled up the view screen. “Sorry that took so long,
gentlemen. I had to take another call. I have an emergency on Talaxia five. I
need clearance to scuttle quickly.”
The man on the screen was looking around
the inside of her cockpit. “Likely a good thing you’re getting out of here now,
Doc. Sounds like there’s an escapee in one of the wards. No clue how the freak
got loose, but he’s extremely dangerous. He’s killed three of our men already,
the spirits only know what he’d do to a woman,” he said. The hangar bay doors
began to open. “You are clear for departure. Head straight out, and stay in the
lane until you clear the beacons. Safe journeys.”
“Thank you.” She winced. Oh God, had he
really killed three men? Or was the man she killed one of those? She closed off
the view screen, then looked back. “You might want to hold on to something.”
She began to move her crawler into place and took off as quickly as she
typically would in any emergency situation.
Ten minutes later they were free of the
planet and she looked to him once more. “Where are we headed?” She knew that he
had said to a planet where his people could pick him up, but she had no idea
Easing around the equipment board he’d
hidden behind, the Craegin male came forward. He leaned over the console to
input some coordinates. “There,” he said. “Set the autopilot, and then we’re
going to check the rest of this crawler over.” There wasn’t a whole lot left to
check, except for the kitchenette, a tiny medical bay, the small sleeping
quarters, and the bathing room that approximated to less than a closet amount
of space. Crawlers were meant for short runs, not for comfort. Beyond that
there was a storage area, but it wasn’t accessible from inside, only from the
exterior of the craft.
Once she’d set the autopilot, he leaned
in once more to type something else in. A quick glance showed he’d just locked
down the entire panel. Without the code he’d entered she couldn’t call out, or
fly the craft. Which meant she had to keep him alive if she wanted to survive
this. “Stay here,” he ordered. Now that she couldn’t alert anyone to the fact
she was a hostage, he likely felt secure in leaving her in the space. A hard
look from his bright gray eyes under the heavy fall of badly tangled black
hair, and he turned to leave the cockpit.
He had to keep his head lowered to move
through the spaces, being taller than the average Imarian male. She noticed he
was also broader, more heavily muscled than an Imarian. Not that she should be
noticing anything about him, but it was hard not to when he seemed to take up
so much of the space around her.
“Since you have locked everything down
you should let me have a look at your injuries.” She should just let him bleed
to death, but with him having locked her out of her own ship that would end
very badly for her. “It’s beneficial to me for you to survive. The least I can
do is tend to your injuries. I am a medical doctor, allow me to assist you.”
A derisive snort was her only answer as
he continued away from her. He disappeared from view a couple of times,
checking out the additional spaces afforded on the craft. Finally he reappeared
from the sleeping quarters and signaled her toward him.
Adira cautiously moved forward. “Yes?”
she asked as she looked up into his gray eyes. They were actually rather
beautiful and ringed with a bright green that captured her interest. Adira
shook her head. No, not her interest, something else. “I have a full medical
bay. It’s very small but it has everything that we could offer. I could close
your wounds and do a scan of your leg to find out what’s wrong with it. If you
will let me?” She couldn’t push him to do as she asked, but she itched to
ensure that he was okay.
“I know what’s wrong with it. I was there
when they did it,” he said. No, it was more of a snarl, given the curl of his lip.
“Inside. You’re going to sit on the edge of the bunk and not move while I clean
up. I need to get the blood off of me so I can evaluate the exact amount of
damage your colleagues inflicted.”
She winced and nodded. “I know that this
isn’t a good time to tell you this.” She settled on the bunk and watched him as
he moved. “And please don’t shoot me for telling you this truth.” She was
chewing her lower lip as she watched him and gasped at the injuries that he
wore. “By the stars, how can you even be mobile?” Gone was what she was going
to tell him about the Craegin female. Instead her medical training kicked in
and she wanted to heal.
He turned a cold look on her as he
dropped the coat and shirt he’d removed to the floor. “Sheer will to not die in
an Imarian testing facility. It’s amazing what the body and mind can do when
the goals are so simple. Do not move,” he warned again. He took the pistol, and
one other she hadn’t realized he had, and set them inside the shower—up high so
they wouldn’t get wet, and where he could easily reach them but she couldn’t.
He turned on the water and dropped his pants. No warning, no closing the small
sliding door, nothing. Down they went, and a moment later his ass disappeared
behind the sliding pane of the enclosement.
Adi simply watched him. Her mouth had
gone suddenly dry and her mind went places that an Imarian held captive by a
Craegin should never go. He was stunning. His height was massive, over two
meters tall, easily, and his build was thick but it was the markings on his
body that captured her attention. Well, that and the musculature and his ass.
By the mother, his ass was impressive. “I’m sorry that you were taken,” she
told him honestly. “There was a Craegin female that was held there as well.” Please
don’t let them be related, she prayed.
“So I’d heard.” His words were barely
loud enough for her to hear. “She was the one feeding your people information
about us. Once I’m back I’ll be ensuring that anything we’d done prior is never
done the same again. I will not allow our people to be easy prey for you sick
“How did you know?” she asked with a
frown and tilt of her head. “Yes, she has been feeding my people information
for years, from what I surmised. They are sick.” She mumbled that last part.
She didn’t protest on the sick freaks comment,
because he had that right. Sadly. Her people weren’t supposed to ever take
prisoners of war and abuse them as this man had been abused. “She watched. She
took glee in telling me that when they did their first procedure on you she was
able to watch. I’m so sorry.” Her people had a lot to answer for, but not every
being who was Imarian was a sick freak, as he had stated.
“It’s amazing what we can hear in that
place. They figure since we’re all going to die they don’t need to watch their
words.” She watched him tip his head back, his face into the spray. He was tall
enough that his shoulders, neck, and head were above the partition. The water
shut off a moment later, and he shook his head before slicking his hair back
from his face. He locked eyes with her as he pushed the partition aside and
stepped out to collect a towel.
“Holy mother,” she whispered a moment
before she turned her face from him. He wasthere weren’t words to describe the
perfection of this man. Even with the injuries that he had sustained he was
impressive. Her gaze had gone straight to his cock and she had to bite her lip
at the memory of that brief glance. He was soft, but his shaft hung low and was
thick. He was very large, all over, and he made her heart do things that no
Imarian had ever made her do before.
She could hear him toweling off. A soft clunk
sounded, and she shot him a look to see he’d collected the laser pistols. The
towel was wrapped around his waist, barely covering everything of importance.
He was peering into the mirror on the wall, twisting this way and that to get a
look at all the damage done. His back was a mass of bruises, as were his legs
and arms. His chest had some bruising, but older from the colors she could see.
Fresh nicks and cuts were all over his body. The leg he’d been favoring,
though, looked the worst. His leg looked as if there was a heavy bruise that
was practically fully black from his knee up to somewhere under the towel. She
cringed at the sight. The pain that he was in had to be terrible. She hurt for
the man. Obviously someone had repeatedly struck that leg.
“Will you please let me scan your leg at
least? I know you have no reason at all to trust me, with what they did to you,
but I need you to understand that it’s hurting me to see you hurting,
especially since I can do something about it.” She wanted to help him. He could
think all that he wanted about her people, but seeing him injured was hurting
her. She had never hurt before like this. It was as if she could feel his pain.
He turned his head slowly to give her a
look. She could practically see him thinking through all the options,
considering every angle, and coming to a decision. With a small jerk of his
head he gave her permission. “I need something to wear. This towel is not
exactly comfortable over the wounds inflicted on a certain part of my anatomy.
I need pants at the very least, but a shirt wouldn’t be amiss either.”
“I should have a medical uniform that
will fit you.” She pointed to the drawer to his left. “There should be one in
there. It might be a bit short on you but the male who wore it was rather
overweight, so it should fit across your chest. I hope.” She winced and chewed
her lip again. “I’m so sorry.” She seemed to continue to say that to him, but
there weren’t enough words to tell him just how horrified she was that her
people had done this to him.
“Your words hold no meaning to me,
Imarian, so you may as well quit spouting them,” he said coldly with his eyes
narrowed. Digging through the drawer, he pulled out pants and slipped them on.
They were definitely short, only coming down to the top of his calves. He was a
lot taller than the average Imarian, and definitely taller than her coworker.
The shirt he pulled on after dropping the towel to the floor. It was definitely
tight, but he seemed to have no loss of movement. “Good enough,” he muttered.
She nodded. “We should go into the
medical bay. There’s a handheld scanner there and I can check to ensure that
they didn’t break the bone. If they have, then I can put you into an air cast
to help ease the pain.” Cocking her head to the side, she asked, “Are you going
to be okay if I get up and go get medical ready for you?”
His head whipped around to look at her.
“We’ll go together,” he said. He picked up one of the laser pistols and quickly
took it apart, dropping the parts, except for the power source, into the
disposal unit. He picked up the other one, but kept it down at his leg as he
waved her out into the corridor.
“Okay.” She moved away from the large
Craegin and toward medical bay. Looking over her shoulder she saw him following
slowly behind her. Once that was done she pulled down supplies. “If you will
have a seat on the bay bed there? I will scan you from head to toe. I would
feel much better knowing that you are at least mostly healed before you go to
your people.”
He eyed her up and down for a long moment
before moving to the bed. Easing up on it slowly, he let out a hissing breath.
Not that his face showed any of his discomfort, though. Once he was laying down
she moved closer to him and saw he still had one hell of a grip on the weapon.
“I won’t hurt you. I know you have no
reason at all to believe me but I will not hurt you,” she assured him. “It’s
not who I am. I’m a healer,” she told him quietly. “Oh this is not good.” She
paused the scan over his knee and bit her lower lip. “It looks as if they have
dislocated your knee. I can set it and that will ease much of your pain.”
The Craegin gave her a grunt, but didn’t
move. Adira was going to take that as acceptance of the help she was offering.
He also didn’t shoot her, so that was a huge plus. “Apparently not all your healers have the same beliefs as you
“I can’t speak for them, only me. I can’t
believe that they did this. We have laws in place for a reason.” She was
muttering as she spoke to him. “No one is supposed to ever be subjected to the
pain and suffering that you were submitted to. For that I am so sorry. I want
to kill my people for doing this.” Especially in her facility. She was not
pleased at all.
The look on his face said he didn’t
believe her. “If you plan on fixing my leg, sooner would be appreciated. I’ll
need all the time possible to heal before we reach our destination. Especially
since it won’t be in friendly territory, for you.”
“You aren’t going to put me off at a
neutral planet?” she asked with a frown and sat back on her heels on the floor
in front of him. “Oh stars.” She was so totally screwed. She was never going to
live through this one. “Okay.” At least she could set his knee and help him
heal, that was what she could do.
“There are no neutral planets anymore,”
he said. “There are only ones slightly less hostile than the others. The one
we’re aiming for is the least hostile around. But if your brethren weren’t so
determined to exterminate us we wouldn’t have this problem. Would we?” he asked
with a hard look at her.
Sadly he had a point there, but she
didn’t say anything. Instead Adi worked on his leg, then passed him a medical
hypospray. “You should give this to yourself to help you with your healing.
It’s only vitamins, it shouldn’t harm you.”
He took the hypospray, looking it over a
moment, then tossed it aside. “No drugs, nothing from an Imarian. I’ve been
given more shots since my arrival than I have in my entire life. No more.

Especially something I didn’t load myself from supplies I trust. Fix my leg, or
move so I can get up.”

She nodded and put her hand on his knee.
“It’s going to hurt,” she told him only a moment before she popped his knee
back into place. “So sorry,” she said once more and moved back. Standing, she
looked over him. “No drugs, then. Sorry I offered them to you.” Maybe she
should drug herself and be done with it.
He hadn’t even flinched. Either his pain
was already so great he hadn’t felt what she’d done, or he was so well trained
he’d been able to hide the reaction. She had a feeling it might have been a
little of both. Easing to a sitting position, he swung his legs over the side
of the bed and slowly put weight onto his leg. “Better,” he muttered. “You
really shouldn’t be apologizing to anyone, especially your enemy. It leaves you
in a weakened position, more so than you currently are in.”




Bleeding Love Interview with Beth D. Carter #Romance #Sci-Fi @BethDCarter @EvernightPub


Good morning, Beth. Thanks for stopping by! Congratulations on your newest release, Bleeding Love.

That is one extremely hot cover you have, Beth! Tell us, please, about each of the characters. What makes them tick? And, wow, do I love a tattooed man! *fans self* Lots of details about him please!

Well, Ares is one hunk of man! He’s an ex-cop who lost his entire family to the terrible gang called the Overlords. He makes it his life’s mission to hunt them all down and destroy them. This quest of vengeance makes him rough, tough and bitter. And yes, he has a lots of tattoos! When he saves Faith from their evil clutches, he only plans to use her for a while…but the heart has other plans for our anti-hero.

What was your inspiration behind this story?

Mad Max. I love futuristic dystopian stories and when I saw the trailer for the film remake my muse stood up and said “I got this.” I loved letting my imagination run wild with this world.

What was the most difficult part of writing Bleeding Love?

The tone. I originally began Bleeding Love as a stand alone, and somewhere along the way I dragged it out for a series. But it didn’t work, so I had to deconstruct it back down to a single story. It was frustrating. Faith was another problem. She is the innocent antithesis of what Ares represents and I wanted her to maintain that even when Ares takes her virginity. I struggled with how to keep her pure even when, technically, she’s not pure anymore.

Name 5 pet peeves that simply drive you insane.

My 5 writing pet peeves…

  1. Homework. As soon as my son gets home from school, it’s all about homework. The kid is in third grade and is doing algebra. Seriously, I pull my hair out every day. It’s a wonder I’m not bald.
  2. The dog. I think she’s able to read minds because the moment I’m concentrating and the words are flowing, that’s when she brings her leash, barking for a walk.
  3. Facebook. I spend too much damn time looking at all the funny memes and sexy pictures my fellow authors like to put up.
  4. My muse. I’m hard at work trying to write out a complicated and scene and she’s like “Wait! I’ve got this awesome idea for another story!” Most of the time she wakes me up at three am. Bitch.
  5. Character changes. Most of the time I can envision the beginning and ending to a story, but every once in a while the ending slips away, due to the direction of where the characters take me. When that happens I struggle a lot to maintain the plot. I’ve shelved some great stories because of this.

If we were to look in your pantry, which junk food would we find that you can’t live without? *g*

You probably won’t believe me, but I don’t eat junk food. However, hot tea is a staple for when I sit down to write. Earl Grey with a touch of cream. Sooooo good.

What are you writing next?

I just wrapped up the last book in my motorcycle club series for Totally Bound, and now have a three book shifter series to write under my super secret pen name. After them, I have a few stand alone stories outlined I’d like to complete, one dealing with the effects of endometriosis. I suffered for many years with the affliction.


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In the year 2112 and civilization is in ruins.  The world has fallen from war.  People live in designated cities.

Ares has one mission: to destroy the Overlords, the men who killed his family.  To accomplish this, he is ruthless. Unforgiving.

Faith has grown up in a convent.  She’s heard what the world is like, but now she’ll experience it first hand.  Saved by Ares, he will demand her utter submission as payment.



At the top of the landing, he halted and turned to face her.  Faith’s heart once again pounded at the heat in his dark gaze.  He traveled his hands around to her behind, gripping her cheeks until he picked her up.  “Wrap those pretty legs around my waist.”

She did as he asked, although she didn’t know why she was so compliant with his demands.  He walked with her through the hallway to their room.  She didn’t even notice the décor as she stared into his eyes, which were no longer cold and unfeeling.  Instead, he looked at her with a sharp hunger.  A call deep inside her body answered, rocking her soul. What was happening to her?

They entered a bedroom and he kicked the door shut behind him.  He sat down on the edge of the bed with her still wrapped around him.  Ares curled his hand into her hair and pulled her head back so he could lick up her neck.

“For the next five days, this is our room,” he said in a deep voice.  “I don’t want you to leave here.  You bathe, and you make yourself pretty for me, and when I come back after my business, you and I will finish this little dance.  You understand me, Faith?”

Dazed, she nodded.

He claimed her mouth again, once again making all her thoughts disappear.  All she could do was hold on to the rush as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.  Tingles sparked through her. She was so close to something monumental, but before she could even begin to explore it, he pulled back.  Gently he stood back up, holding her like she weighed nothing, and laid her down on the mattress.  He smoothed out her hair until it fanned around her head.

“You’re mine, Faith,” he said thickly.  “I’m your protector now, which means my cock is the only cock you’ll know.  Any other man touches you, and I’ll kill him.  If someone tries to help you escape, I’ll string him up by his balls.  I may be a bastard, but I won’t hurt you unless you try to leave, touch another man, or put yourself in danger.  Then I’ll spank that gorgeous ass of yours until you can’t sit for a week.  Do you understand?”

Mutely, she nodded.

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters IMG_0227who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, travelled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I’ve walked a red carpet event and visited the USS Voyager. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:

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