Local Independent Bookstores

Many of us book lovers dream of owning and running our own little bookstore.  Who can watch the sweet, old movie, You're Got Mail, without falling in love with Meg Ryan's little bookstore around the corner from the chain store giant.  Of course, like in reality, the little independent family store loses the financial battle and has to close.   Also in the real world, we've experienced the loss of the Borders chain store, proving it's tough even for the giants.

I first discovered New Concepts Publishing at my local Borders.  At that time, places like Borders and B&N carried books from independent publishers like NCP and others.  I bought a few NCP books and decided I wanted these professionals to take a look at my manuscript.  A great relationship was built from that.  But it wasn't long until the 'big' stores stopped carrying books from independent publishers and I could only order my print books online.  That was until I discovered a couple of terrific independent bookstores.

This small, locally owned bookstores not only have better coffeeshops than the big guys, they're wonderfully open to supporting their local authors.  My local store, The Midtown Scholar, has invited me back for their second annual Book Festival in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. I'll be part of a panel discussing the path to publishing.

The topics I'll cover will include the importance of networking, attending writers' conferences, joining critique groups and perseverance despite all the likely rejections to come.  And of course, I'll get a chance to promote my own books.  The store is equipped with WiFi so hopefully some of those readers attending will buy my books right then and there.

I'm not a seer, but I believe the future of bookstores may see only the friendly independents as the survivors of the changes going on as more and more readers switch to ebooks. I intend to support all the small stores near me as much as I can as they have supported me as an author and welcomed me as a reader. Do you have a great, little store near you?

A Buyer's Guide to Paranormal Romance

Listen to them, the children of the night … Hey, they’re not just for Halloween anymore. These days you keep hearing the term “paranormal romance” more and more. But a lot of people are still unclear about exactly what that means. Hopefully, I can help answer a few questions here and maybe help you decide if paranormal romance is something you or a friend might enjoy.

“My name is Tracey H. Kitts, and I write paranormal romance.” That simple statement usually gets me more weird looks than admitting I think Dracula is sexy. I was at an event the other day and a woman picked up one of my flyers. She read it and said, “Oh, I like romance, but what does paranormal mean?”

I said, “Well, in my case it means there are werewolves and vampires involved.” She wrinkled her nose and said, “Oh, I don’t like anything weird.” Really? That’s why she was about to buy a copy of Terminator. Cause people sending their father back in time to get their mom pregnant while avoiding capture/termination by a cybernetic nemesis is “normal.”

Another misconception is that the word paranormal only relates to ghosts or horror. While it could mean that, the literal interpretation is anything that is out of the ordinary. So many people I talk to are shocked when they realize that True Blood is a paranormal romance. Twilight also falls into this category. These stories could be about demons, angels, witches, anything out of the ordinary and of course, romance.

One of the books I have with NCP, Wicked City is about a succubus and a wizard. To me, paranormal romance is an adventure for women. We just happen to consider a relationship to be part of the adventure. I believe that people crave something different.

The two most common creatures of the night in this type of story are werewolves and vampires. When you think about it, it’s not a mystery why they have such appeal. Wolves for example, mate for life. Who doesn’t crave that kind of commitment? Especially if it comes in a wicked hot package, right? And what about vampires? They can offer what no wrinkle cream ever could: eternal youth and beauty. To never grow old is a fantasy to everyone on some level. Whether or not you’d want to live forever, most people would want to remain younger. Even if it’s only in appearance.

An automatic level of danger is required to even date someone like this! But would it be worth it to have your own loyal protector, your very own knight in shinning moonlight? More and more people seem to think so.

So, if you or someone you know is wondering if this genre is for you, maybe I can help. Paranormal romance is an adventure where a woman falls for someone “not typical.” Every relationship has challenges. What about sunlight or the full moon? Different things, different people, but the same desire to be loved.

If you’re feeling adventurous this holiday season, why not give it a try?

Tracey H. Kitts is the author of the Lilith Mercury: Werewolf Hunter Series with New Concepts Publishing. She also has several single titles available in print as well as ebook.

You can find out more at: http://www.traceyhkitts.com/
Grab life by the fangs!

Inside the Mind of Kaitlyn O’Connor

Panspermia is the theory that all life originated elsewhere, in the same place, and that it was carried from world to world in the tails of comets and on meteors as the universe expanded. This theory is gaining acceptance in the scientific community due to the discoveries made over the years by the probes sent out to explore the universe where scientists have discovered, consistently, that the same building blocks of life found here on Earth have been found everywhere that they’ve looked.

At the same time, few scientists accept the possibility that life evolved on different worlds similarly to life on Earth. They imagine fantastic variations that have developed from the same seeds that everything on Earth evolved from and support that belief with the discoveries over the years of the many species that developed on Earth and eventually went extinct.

My personal belief is that a seed will evolve similarly whenever it is planted within a similar environment since it is widely accepted that environment plays a very strong role in the evolution of any given species. For that reason, and others, I don’t see that the worlds I’ve built and the species I’ve imagined are the least bit farfetched but rather a strong probability, or at least that there is a strong probability of beings similar to them having evolved. I feel that this belief is strongly supported by the work of the first scientist to break the human genome who said that it was impossible for humans to have evolved as rapidly as they did from nothing more than a collection of amino acids into the complex animals that we are in the time span that we see here. That suggests, to me at least, that the seeds from which we sprang were a bit more complex that the simple, basic building blocks of life first proposed, that they already carried a ‘map’. If this is a possibility, then it becomes more than possible that life very similar to that on Earth exists on other Earth-like worlds throughout the universe. It seems to suggest a high probability of it.

It’s for this reason that, when I begin to build a ‘new’ world for the stories I write, I refer to the life on Earth as my basis and the evolution of various species here.

One of the more accepted theories is that all life on Earth came from the sea. For some reason as yet unknown, some climbed from the sea and evolved as land animals while others remained in the sea, becoming the animals we now have and it’s been proven that intelligence isn’t confined to humans. The studies of other animals have produced the ‘surprise’ information that many different animals are far more intelligent than was first supposed. I don’t know if there simply haven’t been as many studies on the intelligence of reptiles, amphibians, etc., or if intelligence seems to be a particular trait of mammals, but the fact that so many other mammals have measurable intelligence seems to suggest that they might have evolved into the dominant species given the right circumstances so I feel free to ‘borrow’ such traits as appeal to me to add to my characters and have even ‘evolved’ species from mammals other than primates.

Another factor that strongly influences many of my stories is my belief, from childhood, not only that life exists on other worlds but that there are intelligent species in every stage of development—similar to the steps our own species has taken over the centuries—and since parts of the universe are far older than our own, parts of a similar age, and some parts even younger, it seems to follow that there would be many species more advanced than we are, many on a similar plane, and many that are ‘behind’ us. I was young when I first read Eric Von Daniken’s book Chariots of the Gods, but it wasn’t difficult to convince someone who already ‘believed’. I was just pleased to discover that evidence did exist that aliens had visited Earth many times in the past and that they had done more than simply ‘study’ us. It seemed likely that they had influenced the development of civilization here on Earth and also likely that they had experimented with the development of our species.

The skeptics, of course, are like the pessimist. They consider that they are the only ‘enlightened ones’ and their refusal to accept any evidence presented to them is more ‘realistic’ than the belief that new evidence has been uncovered. They continue to demand ‘proof’. Proof exists in almost every religion developed, either written or passed down, in the ‘stories’. Physical proof exists in everything from cave drawings to the amazing ‘out of time’ mechanical developments and the understanding of the universe that primitives had. They, the primitives, didn’t believe in UFO’s or aliens. They perceived them as gods, but their very detailed descriptions of the phenomena associated with the arrival of their gods still exists today as proof that more advanced civilizations have visited ours many times in the distant past.

The Mayans, for instance, had developed an agrarian society that was fairly advanced for their time and still primitive enough as to be little more advanced than the other peoples that existed during that time, and yet they had an understanding of astronomy that few people today have. They knew of the existence of a distant sun in a distant constellation that we have only just discovered with our latest advances with space based telescopes. How could they possibly know about something no one else in the world knew about that certainly couldn’t be seen with the naked eye? And this is only one of many such ‘unexplained’ wonders of the ancient world.

To my mind, there are only two possibilities and neither of those are supported by the modern scientific community—either man has advanced to the point where we are today before and, through some calamity, been thrown back to begin all over again—or ancient man was given information by a race/species that had that knowledge that wasn’t indigenous to Earth.

One of the earliest known, ‘advanced’ civilizations on Earth, the Samarians, left records on clay tablets about the ‘gods’, the Anunnaki, who had servants they referred to as Androids. The Anunnaki, according to their writings, helped them to develop their civilization, gave them ‘guidance’. These beings were depicted as giants who were physically very similar to the Samarians otherwise, who told the Samarians that they had created them in their image.

An interesting side note here is that many of the Anunnaki were depicted as winged. It’s possible that this was an artist’s conception to explain their ability to fly since everything on Earth that flies has wings, but it seems to me that it’s also possible that it was literal and that some of the races of the Anunnaki actually had wings and could fly.

Skeptics will argue against this until the day the aliens land on our doorstep and one of the arguments they feel most supports their belief is ‘why?’ Why would they come? Why would they have any interest in us? And if they exist, why not simply show themselves?

How absolutely absurd and deliberately obtuse! Human nature should explain all! What are we currently doing? Racing toward the stars just as fast as we can and prepared to take apart anything we discover to see what makes it ‘tick’! If we had developed long range space travel—something we’re on the verge of right now—and had stumbled upon a world with an intelligent species and a civilization primitive to ours, we would feel like we’d won the lottery! Our scientists would be all over the discovery, champing at the bit to learn everything that could be learned. Our greed would have everyone who thought there was a possibility of wealth champing at the bit to race there and take anything that was of any value on our world. Our politicians would be in a dead heat to get there and expand their power to another world and, at the same time, rid themselves of excess population and employment woes.

Would we welcome aliens more technologically advanced than us? No. It would scare the absolute piss out of everybody and we’d throw everything we had at them! Even if we (our governments) tentatively offered an olive branch of peace and our scientists demanded the chance to learn from them, one sign that they even might be a threat to us and we’d do whatever it took to destroy them—up to and including destroying ourselves with our nuclear arsenal if that was what it took.

I think that explains it in a nutshell. An advanced civilization or more than one discovered us and came out of pure scientific curiosity to study this world—and have returned many times—enough to see us advance, possibly with tools they gave us—into a species that kills anything that seems like a threat to them. We have gone out of our way to develop weapons to kill far in advance of any other technological developments. This is why every other area of science lags behind the development of weaponry. If not for our natural aggression and instinct for self-defense, maybe we wouldn’t have survived as a species, but those traits are as strong today as they were when we were probably on a par, intellectually, with dolphins, whales, and the like of today and they’ve prevented advancement in many ways.

I think this more than adequately explains why an alien race might have come and also why they would be anxious to keep their distance. If we were still of scientific interest to them, and they’d studied us very long, they’d know that they ran the risk of destroying the lab if they let the lab rats know they were there.

As a long time historical buff, I suppose I shouldn’t have been horrified when the realization hit me that the ‘savage’ practices of the American Indians of scalping very likely was taught to them by Europeans, and yet I was. Historically, the Europeans didn’t seem to think it was too horrific to demand the head of their adversaries as proof of their death. It was just too inconvenient, and probably smelly, to haul the entire carcass back. During the French and Indian wars here in America, the French demanded that their Indian allies bring back the scalps of their foes as proof of their kills—I could be wrong, of course, but that seems to me to be what ‘taught’ the America Indians to take scalps. And how ironic that that particular practice was what made us, the whites, view them as horrible savages when it may well have been taught to them by whites!

By the same token, I’ve begun to wonder about the ancient practice of human sacrifices. If the ‘gods’ were aliens who’d come to Earth to study, wouldn’t they want to dissect? Wouldn’t they be tickled pink when the natives brought them specimens to study? And might the ancient mind have been influenced to believe the one way they were sure to please their ‘gods’ was to bring them bodies to examine? It seems plausible to me.

Another ‘practice’ that seems to appear in pretty much every ancient religion is that the ‘gods’ found human women sexually appealing. In some stories, these were ‘gifts’ of the gods to humankind, the bestowal of god-seed to the human gene pool by sexual intercourse with humans. In many others, it was simply a matter of the god being smitten with some particular human female they found irresistible and taking her as a lover.

Today, we think we’re so civilized that we simply can’t conceive of a superior race having any interest, sexually, in a backwards race—this is another area I find completely absurd and if people weren’t willfully blind they’d know it was. Historically, we’ve proven it ourselves many times over. The advanced Europeans had no trouble at all taking the backwards primitive females they discovered as lovers. They littered the continent, and many islands, with their half breeds. Awkward as it might be to mention, it also isn’t purely a myth than the males of our species have been known to copulate with anything they could get to hold still long enough.

It’s clear from the drawings and writings of the ancients that the ‘gods’ that visited were ‘in their own image’, which I take to mean were not just humanoid, but very physically similar. And we all know how men feel after a long stretch of abstinence. Even the cows look good! As an Irish comedian once said, it’s better to shag a sheep on the edge of a cliff because they push back! LOL!

So—while I’ll admit to flights of fantasy when I write a book, it is also true that I do a great deal of research—primarily because I’ve always found the subject fascinating—and I use what I learn in the stories I write. Where ever possible, I use known and proven, or at least generally accepted theory—unless I completely disagree with it, and sometimes I feel that scientists lack imagination.

For instance—I watched a program about the Neanderthal and modern man, the Cro-Magnon. Originally, they believed the Neanderthal simply died out and then the Cro-Magnon appeared and yet recent discoveries suggest they were around at the same time. They speculated that they might have ‘made friends’ because they found the remains of a child that was clearly both.

PUH-lease! When mankind has conquered the world by raping and pillaging? I would think it would instantly leap to mind that the Cro-Magnon were the first invaders/conquerors! The poor, dumb Neanderthals didn’t have a chance because they relied on brute strength and hand to hand fighting. The Cro-Magnon developed spears and picked them off from a distance! And then they raped and pillaged the women! Ta-da! Mystery solved. The Neanderthals didn’t really disappear. They were absorbed—probably mostly via females.

Phoebe's Desire

My latest book, Phoebe's Desire, is supposed to be released soon! ^_^ I can hardly wait.

Well, I've been waiting a while. A lot longer than I would have liked.

I've gotten to the point that I'm really lazy and don't write nearly as much or as often as I could or should. But with wedding plans, a pre-teen, and a day job it sometimes gets really hard to find the time and energy to work.

Phoebe's Desire was a lot of fun to write and it's actually gotten me in more of a mood to continue writing. I've always thought it was important to enjoy writing, otherwise it's almost imposable to do.

This book is written from the POV of an editor. At least, the POV I figure an editor might have. =) I'm one of the bad guys! LMAO

“Since when is a used trailer salesman a romance hero?” In her mind, she could see the cover. A man and woman in a passionate clutch, her blouse half open, his shirt exposing his muscular chest. In front of a trailer. That brought a giggle she was quick to quash.

She flipped through the pages for the umpteenth time, counting as she went.

“Three.” Just three more pages to go and she could officially reject this manuscript. Pinching her nose in an attempt to fight off a growing migraine, she struggled on for several more minutes, no longer registering the words at all as she flipped through the pages.

“And done! Thank god!”

Shuffling the pages and getting them back into a semblance of order, she turned on the monitor on her desk to type the rejection letter. This was always her favorite part, even though it made her feel a little malicious.

“… manuscript, Savage Salesman, is not what we are currently looking for, but I think you may have exactly what they need over at H&K Enterprises….” She couldn’t help laughing at that. Herb would be so pissed off that she had sent him another one. He was in much the same fix as she was, working in the trash department. Sending each other garbage had actually become like a little game with them. She sent him hers, he sent her his. She always knew a book was going to be god-awful if it said anywhere in the introduction that someone from H&K had recommended she take a look at it. So she took a special kind of delight in sending only the worst novels she encountered to him. It was the least she could do, after all.

She hit the print button, waited a few moments for the rejection letter to print out, shoved the book and letter into the pre-addressed/stamped envelope the author had been so kind as to remember, sealed it up and tossed it into the out-going mail bin.

“Good riddance!”

Phoebe stood and stretched. “One down.” Of course, that really didn’t matter in the long run, and she knew it. Perhaps, she thought to herself, that was why she hated this job so very much. It never mattered how many books she cleared off her desk. At the start of the next day, there would be more. Sure, she would get to spend a couple of hours going through each one and stacking them into piles depending on their genres, but that was hardly enough to break up the monotony that was her every day existence.

She sat back down in her chair and looked around the desk. “OK, who’s next?” She closed her eyes and waved her hand around at random, settling on the first book she touched. She picked it up and looked at it a moment.

“Ms. Sutton…. Sutton….” The name rang a bell. Turning to her computer, she opened a file named simply “Black List.” After a quick search, she discovered the reason she recognized the name.

“Ah, there you are! Sorry Ms. Sutton, once on the list, always on the list.” She printed out a form reject letter, slid it along with the manuscript into its SASE and sealed it up. Scooting back in her chair, she held the stack of rejections under her desk still with one hand as she pulled the one on the very bottom out and looked for the sticky note that should be attached.

“A little over six months. Well, that’s long enough I guess.” She tossed the manuscript into the outgoing bin, added the new one to the pile she used as a foot rest, and briefly felt the glow of a job well done.

“That’s two. Who’s next?”

Going through her normal ritual, she felt around until her hand landed on another book. “Historical. Crap. Well, let’s just hope it isn’t too dry.” She ripped open the envelope and tossed it in the garbage after removing the manuscript and SASE. Good for you Ms. … Nicole Ash? Good God what a name! Well you remembered the SASE, but you’re going to have to change that name if you ever hope to make it in the book business! Why is it some of these authors don’t put any thought at all into coming up with a good pen name? Do they really think anyone is going to rush to the store and ask for a book by an author whose name is so easily forgotten?

It definitely did not bode well for the story, at least in her opinion, but Phoebe tried hard to ignore that thought as it rushed through her mind.

“’Phoebe’s Desire.’ What the heck?” She stared in surprise at the title of the manuscript. “Coincidence?” It was possible it was, how ever unlikely. It was still a bit of a shock to see her name as part of the title.

“Creepy.” It wasn’t like she was one of the big editors at the house she worked for. Not anymore. Someone would have to dig really deep to find any mention of her . Which meant that either this was a peculiar coincidence, something she as an editor didn’t believe in and wouldn’t accept in any book….

“Or someone went through a lot of trouble to find my name.” She began to read again.

‘Phoebe’s Desire by Nicole Ash

Chapter One

England- 1740

Count Reginald Kensington was tall, dark, handsome, and very rich. In all, he was a very eligible bachelor. Oh, there were women. There were always women. Beautiful young women with good names and good upbringings. They found every excuse imaginable to hound him, every time he left his home, every time he walked the cobbled streets of England, they were there, falling all over him. Chattering incessantly about stupid little things in which he had no real interest, all of them dying to marry him for his money and bare him lots of children to cement the deal.

How droll was his life, how he hated the expectations people had of him as a result of his title and his fortune.’

“Oh brother.” This was already adding up to a difficult book to muddle through. Phoebe’s hand itched to pick up her old red pen and strike through the first paragraph. “Telling instead of showing Nicole…. ”

Contest Time!

We have a great contest to kick off the launch of our new NCP Author Blog site! Visit the Contests page for details! Hurry-anyone can win but you have to be one of the first six to post!

Greetings!

I just thought I would drop by and say how delighted I am to see this gorgeous new blog for the authors of New Concepts Publishing!
I am looking forward to reading other author posts and posting some entries of my own! Kudos to the admin for giving us such a lovely showcase for our online ramblings.

New release!

Just out- Dishonorable Intentions by Shannon Steeves.

When Cassandra finds herself betrothed to an insufferable tyrant she needs to hide, and do it quickly, but when her employer turns out to be Nathan Conway, the young, irresistibly handsome Viscount Radcliffe himself, she nearly loses her nerve...nearly, but not quite.

Determined to suppress a common enemy, but unable to work together, Nathan plays the hero to the unwilling damsel in distress and the two end up engaged in a battle of wits where more than just their lives are at stake, but also their hearts.

Feral Book 4: FERAL FALLOUT

Cyborgs, Aliens, Psychics, the most dangerous prison in the universe, & one earth woman who must turn the genetic tables for a race harvesting mates throughout the known universe.

"One seriously-talented author!" ~PearlG

Bring-‘em-back-alive was Theone’s job description back on Earth. Now off-world, beauty, sex appeal, brains, and lots of martial arts training make her the weapon of choice. She’s heading into the deadliest compound of political prisoners in the universe on a last-ditch effort to liberate an alien king. She understands sex is merely a tool she can use to achieve her objective. Around every prison corner lurks some alien male with seduction on his mind. Friend or foe, cyborg or not, forbidden love or indescribable lust, the prison walls must come down as she submits to whatever it takes to survive the Blood Wars’ FERAL FALLOUT.

Read Chapter 1

"Genius just Genius, this is the only thing I can say, and, boy, send in the !Dakos. Girl, lets talk about augmentations--penis? 3 modes??? hahahaha " ~Maria Atkinson, at the NCP Chat room

"TA DA! 5 Stars! and much deserved! After FERAL FEVER my expectations were pretty high. I was hoping it would be another winner but we never know if the author would be as inspired. I am glad to say that Skhye Moncrief was VERY inspired!" Must Read~Mary P, Mary's Naughty Whispers

Excerpts:
M’yote extended one hand, glowing as bright as a white sun, toward the furry Drod who had turned to look at Solvun. The hand hit the creature’s back. The creature flinched, tossing her face toward the greenish sky, and collapsed into a puddle on the ground at M’yote’s feet.
“What did he do?” I demanded of Solvun.

“He’s a Handler. He can turn any mass into what he wants. Even organic matter. He put her to sleep.” He shot me a wink. “My little brother dislikes harming the innocent.”

Who does?

Not a sound could be heard above the hush of the strong breeze as if everyone was in awe of M’yote’s power.

“That’s his psychic power?” I asked.

“He’s a telepath. He’s just lucky he was the one born in a billion to harness the power of the elementals.”

I must have looked as awestruck as M’yote did when I tumbled my way across the arena. But my acrobatics held nothing to his powers capable of moving mountains. Probably planets. And some healer back among the cadets was a Handler too? I’d probably never know given my current predicament.

M’yote strode to my side, never even letting on I’d noticed he’d done something extraordinary, and thrust the knife in his boot shaft.

What an amazing being.

The big asinine !Dako who had been brawling with Flonn immediately disarmed my blue friend.
M’yote flicked me a weak smile. “I think they’ll allow me to live after that display of power.”

Who’d want to risk M’yote fighting for the enemy? But my commander did. So, what did M’yote mean?

The big cyborg who'd already had his way with me, Flonn, claimed a spot to tower before me. “I’m sorry, hu’vria, but I must step down as your mate. I have been commanded to concede my claim.” His country-boy face didn’t brighten and dimple.

I felt kind of bad for him. And me! Why? Probably because of his little introduction to !Dako sex. Poor guy. “Thank you for taking care of me.” Hell, he had every intention of doing so too.

Flonn knocked into the ugly !Dako’s shoulder in passing and kept angling toward the wall where he leapt onto the edge and disappeared into the crowd.

Something told me I hadn’t seen the last of him. Intuition was kind of nice in that respect.

Adult Excerpt:
“Put her down,” M’yote yelled. “You’ll injure her.”

The big cyborg holding me over his head belly-laughed, deeply.

Disturbingly. A demented sound, setting off my intuitive radar. What did that ominous sound foretell?

Everything shifted in another round of burning pain until I hung facing the courtyard and the black boots of the man who’d be choking me except for the v-cut neckline of my leather shirt. “Is that better for your frail female?” the cretin asked.

No. Not better. My skin ripped where he grabbed it with my hair and shirt.

“Are you in pain, Theone?” M’yote demanded.

“No.” I wouldn’t give the bastard holding me the luxury of knowing.

“Then maybe I’ll claim her,” the !Dako yelled.

No!

I swung again, down onto my hands and knees, where a force rammed up against my ass. The bite at the back of my neck intensified as more stinging pressure drew my head back.

M’yote and Solvun stared at me.

Or the sight. Wide-eyed.

The pressure at my ass quickly registered as a hard-on.

Big. Deadly by the vehemence in its owner’s attitude. I searched M’yote’s blue eyes for something. Anything to work with.

Come on, commander. Just how should I proceed?

“Slow down, Notk. Don’t do anything foolish,” M’yote warned, he gingerly tugged his glove off his hand.

Was he going to protect me? It’s about freaking time.

“Oh,” Notk groaned while grinding the steel shaft in his pants against my hips. “I see why Flonn wanted your female. But I’ll do one better. I’ll gift her a little gift by making her stronger with a modification. Just give me a moment.” He shoved my ass again. “And her spinal column will be fully augmented.”

Talk about demented-cyborg talk! I glared a get-this-bastard-off-my-ass look at M’yote.

King Solvun ran his tongue across his teeth beneath his upper lip in a typical male why-do-you-have-to-drag-me-into-this gesture.

No matter where you go in the universe, the male mind always operates the same. Talk about a scientific observation.

Sex Scene:
Keep it together, Theo. Don’t just throw yourself at Flonn again. Get information. The royals are counting on you. They’re just as much your mates as this !Dakos warrior. Draw the line of sanity now.

But the more steps Flonn’s big black boots snapped toward me in his blue personal quarters, the more I knew keeping any sane thoughts on anything other than removing his bulging silver pants was going to be my biggest challenge in surviving to perform my duty. Flonn could easily prevent me from having a single thought of my own beyond mating with him. But all lay in how one defined success. Maybe keeping him content would prove equally successful?

He snatched me up to peer into my eyes with so much hunger my womb ached.

For him. There goes my traitorous thoughts.

My arms reached out.

Traitorous actions. Or not? For the perfect male form. Warrior. Muscles. Wanting me. And all plotting of an escape faded into our fervent frenzy of massaging skin.

Everywhere.

Where had my clothes gone?

Leave it to the cyborg to uncloak me in the blink of an eye. Or haze of the moment.

His steely body worked like a blanket. Warming. Placating. Caressing me.

I so needed him inside me.

Now.

And then I was, skin to magnificent skin, straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of his big ole’ bed and lowered me carefully onto his brutally swollen cock with two massive hands pinching my ass so wonderfully in his measured efforts that all I could do was close my eyes and savor every delicious moment of his kiss and...

Inch by glorious thick inch of his shaft.

Ribeye and loaded baked potato still forcing all my taste buds into overdrive.

His groans were just the icing on the cake.

Beefcake.

Mated to a !Dakos warrior had to be one of the Seven Wonders of the universe. I’d managed to marvel at most of the ones back on Earth on vacation. But who would have guessed some genetically-tweaked civilization out bobbing in the great ebb and flow of the universe could steal away every corpuscle of awe I’d experienced in one lifetime just with sex?

Umm. Throb. Wedge. Slide. Heaven existed somewhere between head and root. I just found myself too overwhelmed to pinpoint the location. Maybe I focused too much on piloting and needed to work a little on my navigational skills now?

His magical mouth went to work on my neck, collarbone, and lips.

Gods! He was everywhere. Hot. Moist. Zingy from the coarsely-ground pepper of steak seasoning. All I could do was hang onto his amazing musculature. Try to suck in a deep breath. And wait out the building pressure in my core.

Wait.

Yes. Wait.

The end was coming.

He invaded every atom of my being with his little penetrating vibes that riddled my cells with microscopic quakes. Growing with every thrust of his conquest tactics to numb my mind. To make me a moaning, groaning, yelping bag of nerve endings. As he impaled me.

Yes. Impale me.

I think he liked doing it to me.

Yes. Not a chore. More his pleasure. Better be. Because I was about to freaking implode. Right into the hole at the tip of his thick rod. Sucked into him, never to escape. Captured. Conquered. Kept.

And I think that was his intention. I gulped for breath because someone needed to tell him to hurry.

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