New Review For Warlord’s Mercy
Carla at RomFan Reviews shares
“Like the other books in the Barbarian Claims series, this book is hot! The sex scenes leave you panting, and the super-hot alpha males make you drool a little.”
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By Cynthia Sax
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Tolui, a clone of a powerful Warlord, is a male without a homeland or a future. Doomed to never mate, he ruthlessly wages war, seeking to give his clone brothers a planet system to call their own, a place where they can live without persecution.
When Tolui crashes on a deserted planet and meets a small human female, he discovers everything he knows about clones is a lie. Lea, his destined mate, frees the passion he’s suppressed over his lifetime. He wants her. He needs her. He’ll do anything to bond with her.
But he won’t share her. Tolui’s greatest battle will be the fight for Lea’s heart. To win her love, he’ll face hundreds of his clone brothers, men who look exactly like him.
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Wayback Wednesday-Lust By Moonbeam
My next release is Passionate By Moonbeam, the fourth and final story in the Aliens Abductions series (Lust By Moonbeam, Ravished By Moonbeam, Exposed By Moonbeam) so I thought as I’m waiting for the release (and writing the sequel to Tattooed Tryst), I’d talk about the previous stories.
Lust By Moonbeam is the first story in the series and my first Ellora’s Cave story. It is set in the very real town of Moonbeam. Moonbeam is the Roswell of the North. It is known for its o-rings (similar to crop circles except these mysterious circles are formed in the forest – I’ve seen some of these – they’re definitely real) and unexplainable moving lights that seem to hover above the small town.
Cathy arrives at Moonbeam, the Roswell of the North, with one goal—to prove the mysterious dead tree circles are not caused by UFOs. Meeting a devastatingly handsome lumberjack with unusual blue and green eyes is a bonus. He thinks he’s an alien, but that doesn’t bother Cathy. She can tolerate a little crazy in a one-night stand, especially since Rellec claims her body as no sane man ever has—with the hungry touch of forever.
Rellec arrives at Moonbeam with one goal—to retrieve his assigned mate, ensuring the continuation of his species. Having trained long and hard for his erotic mission, he is determined to satisfy his tiny human female and overcome her objections with out-of-this-world passion.
Failure is not an option.
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“Shit!” Cathy lunged, reaching out to catch her flying phone. It bounced off her fingertips, connected with the toe of her work boot and shattered against the only freakin’ rock on an otherwise grass-covered path.
“Great, just great.” She set her toolkit down, bent over and picked up the pieces. “Another phone bites the dust.” Cathy stuffed the parts into her pants pocket.
“Don’t say anything.” She craned her neck to glare up at the shiny, silver, nine-foot-tall model of a UFO. “As you’re certainly not one to judge, ruining any chances I ever had of making Moonbeam my hometown.”
“Why?” she continued her one-sided conversation. “Because you’re clearly as non-operational as my phone now is, that’s why. I also doubt the dead tree rings are a result of alien landings, so once I prove the o-rings are either naturally occurring or a hoax and I file my sure-to-be-newsworthy report with the Ministry of Natural Resources, your friendly Moonbeamers won’t be so friendly toward me.” She sighed.
“And I’ll be run out of yet another small town.” Her shoulders slumped. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the alien.”
An uncomfortable silence stretched. She was alone. Officer Danielle, her contact, hadn’t yet arrived and it was too early in the day for tourists. It was only her and Moonbeam’s most famous landmark.
“I meant no offense with the fake comment.” Cathy patted the side of the flying saucer. A high-pitched ringing sound reverberated inside the fiberglass shell and a screw dropped from the panel.
“And I didn’t do that.” Half expecting the whole alien craft to come tumbling down around her, she stepped away from the spacecraft and glanced furtively to her left and to her right. No humans or aliens were nearby. She expelled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, looked around her once more and bent to pick the screw up.
It had rolled next to a cheerful yellow dandelion poking defiantly through the cracked concrete base. “I also didn’t break the base. It was here when I arrived. When people accuse me, and for some reason they always do, I expect you to vouch for me.” She shook a finger in mock warning at the weed.
“The herbaceous plant has not yet mastered human speech,” a deep voice observed.
“Eh?” Cathy straightened quickly, cracking her head on the underbelly of the spaceship. Instead of stars, like normal people would see after a concussive smack, Cathy conjured up a hot man with eyes that could rival the Northern Lights for their brilliance. The iridescent blues and greens pulled her in, making her step toward the stranger for a better look.
Unable to focus on anything but him, she tripped over the cracked concrete and fell, tumbling headfirst into his arms, her momentum propelling him backward. They landed with a thump on the ground, his big body cushioning her fall.
The stranger gulped a big mouthful of the crisp, northern air, his flannel-covered chest heaving against her cheek, and he matter-of-factly flipped her over in his lap. Cathy raised her chin. Their gazes met and held.
“Whoa,” she whispered, wincing at the pain ricocheting inside her skull. He was good-looking, his chiseled tanned face topped with disheveled black hair and dominated by those unnatural ever-changing eyes.
While Cathy stared into his irises, transfixed by the swirl of green and blue, the stranger ran his hands over her body. He examined her thoroughly, brushing the back of her aching head and dulling her pain before he trailed his fingertips along her neck and across her shoulders, the soothing heat radiating from his palms sending sparks of awareness shooting across her skin.
He skimmed his fingertips over her breasts, his caress tightening her nipples into taut, aching peaks. “Whoa,” she repeated. Warmth flooded her cheeks as he cupped her ass, squeezing her flesh. Moisture seeped from her pussy, her arousal flavoring the morning breeze.
Cathy knew she should stop him, but her flimsy reservations melted under the stranger’s magical, healing touch. She stretched out her legs, allowing him to slide his palms along her thighs, his fingers roaming dangerously close to the source of her heat.
“I have fixed your damage, my Catherine.” The man’s accent was thick and foreign, his bone-jarring rumble causing her toes to curl in her steel-toed work boots.
“Thank you.” Cathy sat across his legs, fitting against him as though she belonged there, cradled in his arms, and she breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent. He smelled like freshly cut grass and rich, dark earth, the aromas pulling at her already battered control. “How do you know my name?”
“This is a small town, druzka.” His perfect lips quirked upward. “Everyone knows your name.” His big arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed her back into the solidity of his body and the long, thick ridge in his faded blue jeans.
She shifted, rubbing her leg against the denim, and the ridge began to vibrate. Oh my God. Stifling a moan, Cathy squeezed her thighs together. “Your phone is ringing.”
His forehead furrowed with thought lines. “I have not acquired a phone. Is it a requirement for human courtship?”
The ridge continued to pulsate, massaging her leg. Cathy looked into his unusual eyes. “Then what is—”
Firm, hungry lips covered hers before she could finish her question and all her interest in the answer evaporated.
Hot damn.
The man kissed as intensely as he touched, his surge toward her forceful and demanding, driving her head back. He didn’t allow her escape, holding her face in his large palms, securing her, his tongue probing at the seam of her mouth.
Cathy resisted his passionate assault for two long heartbeats before she released a wonder-filled sigh of submission, opening up to him. His tongue slid over hers, tumbling, playing, exploring. He tasted of Canadian back bacon and strong black coffee, and as he kissed her, melding their two mouths together, he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, his delicious heat rippling across her skin in waves of pleasure.
They were kissing on a public lawn, in the shadow of a UFO, and the possibility that they might get caught heightened her desire. She clasped his broad shoulders, twisting the fabric in her fingers.
The vibrations against her thigh increased in intensity and she wiggled. He groaned into her mouth, his hard body hardening even more, and Cathy gripped the nape of his neck, trying to get closer to him. She wound her fingers in his silky hair and used the heel of her hand to pull him closer.
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The bigger the bounty, the more dangerous the fugitive.
Khan, a Chamele warlord, has a huge bounty on his head. His enemy is willing to pay an outrageous amount to secure him. Khan wants to be apprehended, especially if the bounty hunter capturing him is a brown-eyed female with razor-sharp daggers and an even sharper tongue. He’ll allow her to subdue him sexually, his passion and prowess not inhibited by restraints, and when she collects her bounty, he’ll collect his revenge, killing his enemy and claiming his little bounty hunter forever.
Zeta doesn’t do forever. She captures the worst scum in the galaxy and trades them for credits. Khan is fierce and sexy and the most dominant male she has ever encountered, but he is also a fugitive, and once she sates herself with his body, she’ll betray him. It is her job.
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Chapter One
“Your condition is unacceptable, fugitive.” Zeta glared at the dried torso pinned under a twisted piece of black panel, the male’s flight suit shredded and faded, his head and limbs missing. “I need you alive.”
Currents of scorching hot air wafted up from the reddish-brown sand, Chamele 4 barely inhabitable, its extreme temperatures legendary. An anonymous tip had led Zeta to the arid planet. The highly visible scattered remains of the single-manned ship had narrowed her search.
“I must be mistaken. You can’t be him. Fate isn’t that cruel,” Zeta muttered, knowing first-hand that it was. She jabbed the tester deep into the male’s chest and the brittle skin cracked on impact, all moisture long evaporated from the corpse.
She squinted at the tiny screen. A trickle of perspiration ran down her spine, her shirt sticking to her torso, the heat absorbed from the leather straps holding her daggers and guns burning through the coarse fabric.
“Target confirmed,” the machine chirped happily.
“Son of a Palavian whore.” Anxiety twisted Zeta’s stomach into tight little knots. The client required the intergalactic jewel thief retrieved alive.
“I traveled across two galaxies for nothing, no thief, no bounty.” She tilted her head back and stared at the giant blood-red sun, finding no solution to their precarious financial situation there, the rent for their bounty-hunter school due in fifteen universal days. “I can’t go back empty handed. I can’t disappoint the girls.”
Rough fingers drifted across her forearm, sending waves of sweet sensation rippling over her body, the caress tightening her nipples and lighting flames of desire deep within her.
“Touch me again and I’ll shoot your invisible ass,” Zeta warned, her inappropriate arousal irking her. Since her arrival on the planet, the male had tracked and tormented her. At every opportunity, he’d stroked her skin and fondled her curves, building a need she couldn’t tend to, her personal time limited.
Her yet-to-be identified stalker chuckled, the sound low and pussy-moistening deep.
She turned slowly, surveying the landscape, searching for signs of him. No shadows fell upon the viewscreen lodged in the sand to her right, the clear surface cracked, feathered with fine fractures. Behind her, only a single set of footprints marred the otherwise untouched sand dunes. The fossilized remains of what might have once been a tree loomed to her left, as dead and lifeless as the planet it inhabited.
“Spirits,” Zeta grumbled as she trudged toward her ship, the wind biting at her back. She hunched her shoulders in defeat, leaving the headless corpse of her target to disintegrate to dust, baked by the relentless sun.
“Behind you, Zeta,” her mysterious male urged, his gruff words spoken in the universal language.
She extracted a dagger from her waist sheath and pivoted. A giant featherless creature swooped silently downward, the weather-worn hide on its wings stretched tight. Its talons reached out for her, its prey. Its huge beak opened, revealing multiple rows of sharp teeth, the beast designed for killing.
Zeta snapped her wrist, releasing her favorite dagger, the action as natural to her as breathing. The weapon whistled through the air and lodged with a juicy smack in the creature’s right eye socket, bursting the eyeball. The beast screeched and reared upward, flapping its great wings.
Zeta grabbed another dagger and carefully aimed. The creature rolled in the cloudless sky, spinning away from her, its velocity too fast for her to lock upon.
“Your hide is mine.” She ran after the predator, determined to down her attacker and retrieve her mother’s dagger, that last gift from her now-dead parent having once served as her only protection.
You have to look after yourself now, Zeta. Her mother’s final words echoed in her ears as she sprinted, her gaze fixed on the creature’s fading silhouette, its monstrous form etched against the bright sun.
With three more beats of its great wings, the animal surged out of range, and Zeta skidded to a stop, sand spraying her ugly black boots, her clothes soaked with perspiration.
“No thief, no bounty and now, one less dagger.” She kicked a large red boulder, its varying shades of color delineating centuries of soil settlement. “This day couldn’t get any worse.” Zeta sheathed her remaining dagger, disgusted by her failure.
“It could have been worse. You could have been eaten by the rock vulture.”
Him again. “Is that what happened to you?” She cocked her head, her hair sliding over her shoulders, hanging loose, her fastener also lost during the assault. “Are you a spirit, destined to walk the sands of Chamele 4, warning others of your mistake?”
“I’m no spirit, little hunter. And I don’t make mistakes.” A muscled form materialized from the nearby wall of rock, his skin turning from red to tan, his long hair darkening to black. He was dauntingly large, his biceps huge and defined, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and then disappearing into nothing.
“You have no legs.” Zeta frowned, meeting his midnight gaze, his face as hard as the stone he faded into. “What are you?”
His lips quirked upward. “I have legs.” A long silver scar slashed down his cheek from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. “My invisibility, as you call it, is for your benefit. I’m in hunting mode and Chameles hunt naked.” He spread his fingers and long, deadly claws extended from his knuckles.
“Oh.” Zeta’s face heated, the urge to see him, all of him, tremendous. Is he as big all over? A pulse throbbed deep in her womb, her starved sex drive demanding her attention, too much of her life spent alone, untouched, emotionally safe.
I don’t need him. She bit the inside of her cheek, smothering her arousal with pain. I don’t need anyone.
He breathed deeply, his nostrils flaring, his chest rising and falling, the sun’s rays casting shadows over his muscles. “This isn’t the time nor place for rutting, gerel.” His dark eyes glittered. “The rock vulture is a vengeful creature. She’ll return.”
Zeta instinctively stepped closer, drawn to him. “She’ll return with my dagger.” She touched her empty sheath, feeling its loss.
His gaze remained locked on her face, his focus thrilling. “She’ll return with her flock. They’ll peck your stubborn skull open and feast on your brains.” He retracted his claws, reached out and circled her wrist with his fingers. “Come.” He dragged her forward, his grip unbreakable.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Chamele.” Zeta leaned back, digging her heels into the sand, slowing his progress.
“My name is Khan.” He tugged on her arm and she winced, her muscles straining. “Walk or be carried. That is your choice.”
“Suck on a loaded gun, Khan.” Zeta clasped a rock outcropping with her free hand. “I need my dagger back.” She yanked on the wrist he’d restrained, struggling to liberate herself from his barbarian clutches.
Khan held her easily, standing before her as though he was one of the giant unmovable stone spires surrounding them, not a bead of sweat forming on his slightly-sloping forehead. “I’ll supply you with everything you need.”
“I doubt that,” she grumbled, tiring, her energy dissipating under the hot sun. “Unless you have a bounty on that arrogant head of yours.”
“I have several bounties on my arrogant head.” Khan raised his chin proudly, his countenance harsh and unforgiving. “The lowest bounty would pay for your ship three times over.”
“Sure.” Zeta snorted, a bounty that large reserved for the deadliest of criminals. “And I’m the empress of Chamele 4, queen of all you survey.”
“Chamele 4 is a hunter planet only, unfit for permanent settlement.” Khan informed her, his voice flat, devoid of any humor. “And Chameles have no Empresses. We are fierce warriors. We have Warlords and their ladies.” He pressed his fingertips into her wrist, his touch appealingly possessive, as though he had claimed her. “I offer you the Warlord’s lady position on Chamele 2, a lush, rich planet.”
“I’m no one’s lady.” He sounds serious and he looks as tough as the planet he inhabits. Zeta studied him through lowered eyelashes. Could he have a bounty on him? She twisted her arm, unable to loosen his grip yet too stubborn to give up. “You shouldn’t joke to a bounty hunter about being wanted.”
“I don’t joke and I lose patience with you, foolish female.” Khan stalked closer to her and a frisson of excitement zipped up Zeta’s spine. “You’ve made your choice.” He released her wrist, leaving a ring of pink on her pale skin.
“I’m free.” She held up her hand, her triumph tempered with disappointment, expecting, needing, wanting more resistance from her brutish savage.
“Not free. Never free,” Khan rumbled. “Carried, it is.” He spanned her waist with his huge hands and slung her over his shoulder. Her stomach collided with unyielding muscle and she gasped, the air whooshing from her lungs.
“Let me go.” Zeta twisted her torso, pushing against his shoulders and yanking on his long hair, the strands surprisingly soft, the musky scent of him filling her nostrils.
He strode quickly toward her ship, leaving no footprints in the sand, no trace they’d ever been there. I could disappear forever and no one would ever find me. Zeta renewed her efforts to escape.
“Stop squirming.” Khan smacked her fabric-covered ass hard, an arousing warmth radiating from the point of contact.
“Stop carrying me.” Zeta leveled a blow where his invisible ass should be, the flat of her palm connecting with firm skin, the sound shockingly loud. He grunted, jerking forward, and his speed increased, the barren landscape blurring around them.
“Put me down.” She kicked her feet into his stomach and pummeled his back with her fists, his body impressively solid.
“I said stop.” He cuffed her ass, the impact sharp, the delectable pain drawing more moisture from her already drenched pussy.
“Never,” Zeta spat, wiggling, grinding against him, striving to find release. Khan’s big hand rained down on her curves, heating her skin through her clothes, rewarding her with the punishment she craved.
This was what all of my previous casual encounters were missing. This dominance. This pain. Zeta writhed, stroking his back wildly with her fingers, passion coiling around her tighter and tighter. Close. So close. She panted, tilting her ass into his descending hand.
“No.” Khan stopped abruptly and Zeta gritted her teeth, swallowing her scream of frustration, one blow away from fulfillment. “Not yet, gerel.” He propped her against the side of her ship, trapping her between the metal panels and his body, his thighs wedged between hers, solid yet unseen. “You won’t come until I allow you to.”
“I’ll come when I want to come and I want to come right now.” She flicked her leg coverings open and defiantly slipped her fingers inside, reaching for her clit, determined to finish the job her own damn self. I don’t need him.
“No.” Khan pulled her hands out of her leg coverings, his dark eyes turbulent. He appeared as aroused as she was, his chest heaving and his invisible cock pushing against her, long and hard and thick. “You’ll listen to me first.”
“No.” She glared at him, arching into his body, silently asking for more.
“Yes.” He spread her arms to the sides, looming over her, in complete control. With his claws, his size, his brawn, he could strip her naked and fuck her senseless, taking whatever he wanted from her restrained body, and she couldn’t stop him. Zeta breathed heavily, more stimulated than she’d ever been in her long, solitary life.
“When I release you, you’ll return to your ship.” Khan leaned his forehead against hers, the tips of their noses touching, his breath wafting on her lips, his tenderness unexpected, confusing. “You’ll lock the door behind you and you’ll open it only for me.”
“Why would I open it for you?” she asked, clinging to her rebellion, showing him no weakness.
“Because I’ll give you this.” Khan cupped her mons and she inhaled sharply, his strength, his grasp, thrilling. “I’ll give you what you need.” He smiled smugly, kneading her with his fingers, building her desire, her thighs shaking uncontrollably under him.
“I’ll lay you upon that rock so all of Chamele 4 can see your passion, your beauty.” He glanced at the flat boulder near the path they’d taken and Zeta swallowed hard, her throat dry, her nipples taut, aching for him.
His gaze returned to hers. “Then I’ll climb on top of your small body and mount you with one hard thrust, filling your wet pussy with my big cock.” He thrust his hips forward, driving that big cock against her, and she moaned, trembling with need. “I’ll rut into you with such force, such vigor, that you’ll scream my name, and I won’t stop until you beg for my seed.”
Stars. Zeta curled her fingers into fists, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands. “I never beg,” she whispered, blatantly lying, a plea for more of his rough touch dangling on the tip of her tongue.
His lips lifted in a smile, an emotion resembling respect reflecting in his eyes. “You will for me.” He pushed down with his thumb, pressing the seam of her leg coverings against her clit, and she froze, unable to move, to think, to breathe.
“Come for me, Zeta.” He rubbed, grinding the coarse cloth into her sensitive flesh, giving her the roughness she craved, pushing her over the edge.
Zeta screamed, bucking forward, smacking her face against his chest, her world exploding with color and light. Khan caught her, holding her as she thrashed, pinned between her ship and his body, captured by her big barbarian, needing to move yet not wanting to be freed.
“Such passion, such beauty,” he murmured into her hair, cradling her head against his chest, petting her with a gentleness no warrior should ever exhibit. Zeta allowed herself to be held, savoring the experience, none of the other males she’d fucked having ever offered comfort, only him, only Khan. I need him.
For sex. She stiffened, panic straightening her spine, the connection between them scaring her. I don’t need him for anything else.
“Enough.” Zeta pushed him away, needing to escape, to get away from him, from her emotions and her need.
“Never enough.” Khan stepped back and she slid to the ground, her boots sinking into the sand, her knees weakening, threatening to buckle underneath her.
She gritted her teeth and grasped onto her ship’s panels, securing her footing. Khan watched her closely yet he didn’t reach out to her, his faith in her strength steadying her legs and reviving her confidence. I can take care of myself.
Khan nodded curtly as though agreeing with her unspoken statement and he pivoted, his movements smooth and graceful, his ass and legs remaining invisible. “I’ll return for you at daybreak, gerel.” He strode away from her and faded into the landscape, becoming one with the harsh planet.
“I won’t be here,” Zeta called after him, having no reason to remain on Chamele 4, her target dead, her rations and fuel scarily low, every spare credit spent on the school. “I shouldn’t be here,” she amended.
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Wayback Wednesday-Ravished By Moonbeam
I’m currently working on edits for Passionate by Moonbeam, the fourth and final Moonbeam story. The hero of Passionate by Moonbeam is Fixer Vern, our favorite a$$ loving alien. He has appeared in the other three stories and reading buddies have been asking for his story. I thought it right that we should end the series with Fixer Vern’s happy ending.
All of the other heroes are mentioned or appear in Passionate by Moonbeam and one couple has HUGE news. This is my favorite story in the series.
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Ellora’s Cave
When Officer Danielle smacks a hunky alien with her police cruiser, she suspects her black-and-green perp is up to no good…and that turns her on. She shoots him. He grins. She hunts him down. He captures her, seducing her on a bed of pine needles. She’s never felt so alive.
Krol knows a frail human female won’t satisfy his primal sexual urges, but he’s willing to make that sacrifice to ensure the continuation of his species. Then Danielle attempts to terminate him, and he realizes Earth women aren’t as dainty as they appear. Her lust may be a match for his basest needs, after all.
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Warlord Series Named One Of ARe’s Fave Series
Barbarian Claims aka the Warlord series was named as one of ARe’s fave series!
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Woot!
I’m thrilled that so many reading buddies enjoyed this series. It was an absolute joy to write!
Tolui, a clone of a powerful Warlord, is a male without a homeland or a future. Doomed to never mate, he ruthlessly wages war, seeking to give his clone brothers a planet system to call their own, a place where they can live without persecution.
When Tolui crashes on a deserted planet and meets a small human female, he discovers everything he knows about clones is a lie. Lea, his destined mate, frees the passion he’s suppressed over his lifetime. He wants her. He needs her. He’ll do anything to bond with her.
But he won’t share her. Tolui’s greatest battle will be the fight for Lea’s heart. To win her love, he’ll face hundreds of his clone brothers, men who look exactly like him.
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Warlord’s Mercy Featured On USA Today Blog
Tolui, a clone of a powerful Warlord, is a male without a homeland or a future. Doomed to never mate, he ruthlessly wages war, seeking to give his clone brothers a planet system to call their own, a place where they can live without persecution.
When Tolui crashes on a deserted planet and meets a small human female, he discovers everything he knows about clones is a lie. Lea, his destined mate, frees the passion he’s suppressed over his lifetime. He wants her. He needs her. He’ll do anything to bond with her.
But he won’t share her. Tolui’s greatest battle will be the fight for Lea’s heart. To win her love, he’ll face hundreds of his clone brothers, men who look exactly like him.
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Warlord’s Mercy Releases
Tolui, a clone of a powerful Warlord, is a male without a homeland or a future. Doomed to never mate, he ruthlessly wages war, seeking to give his clone brothers a planet system to call their own, a place where they can live without persecution.
When Tolui crashes on a deserted planet and meets a small human female, he discovers everything he knows about clones is a lie. Lea, his destined mate, frees the passion he’s suppressed over his lifetime. He wants her. He needs her. He’ll do anything to bond with her.
But he won’t share her. Tolui’s greatest battle will be the fight for Lea’s heart. To win her love, he’ll face hundreds of his clone brothers, men who look exactly like him.
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Interview With B.J. McCall
I sat down (virtually) with B.J. McCall for a short interview. B.J. McCall’s latest release is Kela’s Guardian, a very sexy Paranormal Romance.
Cynthia Sax: What makes Ansara, your hero, so super sexy?
B.J. McCall: Ansara is the quintessential hero. He’s handsome, brave and fights against evil. He enters the story as a hero, saving Kela from a pack of vampires. She’s in the thick of battle using pointed stakes for weapons and exhibiting rudimentary skills at best. It’s obvious she’s in way over her head, but she stands her ground and earns Ansara’s respect.
Ansara is a soldier for the warrior angels. Coming to Earth to destroy a demon is just another day on the job, but the moment he sees the cross Kela is wearing his quest changes. Guarding Kela is the mission.
Some missions come with perks and this would-be warrior is Ansara’s kind of woman.
Cynthia Sax: What excites you about Kela’s Guardian?
B.J. McCall: I enjoy the challenge of putting a new twist on a vampire tale and I love interweaving a vampire story with fantasy and sci-fi. Kela’s fiance has become a vampire. No one else knows or understands what is happening and the cops think she’s crazy.
Kela is thrown into a paranormal world and doubts her sanity, but she’s determined to stop the man she once loved. Instead of running away from the situation, she takes on the danger. Then Ansara, a guardian from the mystical planet of Thasia, appears. Kela’s life takes another decidedly paranormal turn as she joins forces with the guardian and enters the age old battle against evil.
Writing Kela’s journey from an ordinary citizen to vampire hunter captivated me from the first chapter. I love telling her story.
Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for Kela’s Guardian?
B.J. McCall: I’ve always liked stories about an ordinary person confronting and overcoming an extraordinary situation. My ‘What If ‘ plot bunnie perked up its ears at the idea of an ordinary woman living in suburbia being confronted with a situation beyond her wildest dreams. She must deal with a problem beyond her skill set. She must stop a vampire.
The odds are against her until she finds help from an unexpected source and has to deal with another out-of-this-world situation, a hunky, sword-wielding, demon-slaying guardian.
Cynthia Sax: Where does Kela’s Guardian start?
B.J. McCall: The first scene takes place in a club called the Devil’s Warehouse. It’s the reader’s introduction to Chabeau. The vampire has chosen his victim, plucking the young healthy woman off the dance floor for nourishment and pleasure.
The reader knows what is happening and must join Kela as she discovers that vampires do exist and her fiance, Roland Chabeau has joined dark side.
Thank you, B.J. McCall, for joining us today!
B.J. McCall’s Website: http://www.bjmccall.com/
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Vampires don’t exist. That’s what Kela believed before her fiancé joined the dark side. The cops think she’s crazy, but there’s a job to be done and someone’s got to do it.
Ansara has been ordered to destroy Vakkar, a demon bent on raising a vampire army. A celestial jump lands him in the middle of a fight between a feisty female and a group of vampires. Ansara soon realizes protecting this sexy warrior is as important as his mission. Their lust is as strong as the danger surrounding them.
Vampires, demons and a sexy hunk from a mystical galaxy? Kela’s carnal guardian quickly becomes an anchor in a world that has taken a decidedly supernatural turn.
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Wayback Wednesday – Assassin Mine
I REALLY love Darius, the assassin hero in Assassin Mine (which many readers jokingly refer to as Ass-Ass-In Mine). This is story 4 in the Mission Menage SciFi erotic romance series (The stories being Mission Menage, Savage Menage, Unleashed Menage, Assassin Mine, and Menage Lost) and is the only non-menage in the series. If you start with this story, all you really need to know is that the Balazoids and the Federation are at war. The Balazoids use women as sex slaves, using them only to breed with.
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Ellora’s Cave
Darius, a Balazoid assassin, lives a solitary life structured by rigid rules. Nothing is more forbidden than his sexual attraction to Sabria, a sultry human female. Yet she’s all he thinks about. One kiss, one touch, one heart-stopping encounter in a darkened alleyway isn’t enough to satisfy his unnatural obsession. Breaking every rule on both of their planets, Darius captures Sabria and takes her for his breeder.
Sabria takes one look at Darius and she knows she’ll have him…multiple times, in all sorts of positions. She’ll voyage to the end of the known universes to prove she’s the only breeder he’ll ever desire, blazing his notions of how a female should behave.
Because the only force fiercer than a Balazoid assassin is a woman’s lust.
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Interview With Chandra Ryan
I sat down (virtually) with Chandra Ryan for a short interview. Chandra Ryan writes hot erotic romances and her latest release is Ulterior Motives, a sexy SciFi Romance.
Cynthia Sax: What makes Jasper sexy?
Chandra Ryan: Jasper is sexy because he’s an ordinary guy who is dropped into an extraordinary situation that shapes him into a hero. He doesn’t start out as an alpha. He’s just a lawyer who wants to help people. That’s his passion. But when helping Kat gets hard, and even a little dangerous, he stands his ground to protect the woman he loves. Does it get sexier than that?
Cynthia Sax: Where does Ulterior Motives start?
Chandra Ryan: Life as a rancher on a settler planet is hard and lonely for my heroine, Kat. So, resourceful woman that she is, she placed an ad for a husband. She doesn’t expect to fall in love with or feel passion toward the man who responded to the ad. But she does want a partner.
My story starts at the space port where she meets her future husband for the first time. Or, at least, the man she believes is going to be her future husband. I picked that moment because that’s where it all starts for them. We get to see their first impressions and also witness how those assumptions frame their relationship. She immediately thinks he’s too soft for the harsh life of a remote planet and he only sees her as a tough, practical businesswoman. As they get to know each other, though, they discover how wrong those initial impressions were.
Cynthia Sax: Where is Ulterior Motives set?
Chandra Ryan: Ulterior Motives is set on a remote settler planet some time in the distant future. Which is exciting and sexy because it’s like the wild west only with space travel and modern technology. You get to have the best of both worlds. The rough and gritty dangers of the past but with good hygiene and coffee on demand.
Cynthia Sax: Does anyone in Ulterior Motives have a secret?
Chandra Ryan: Oh, yes. Jasper has a secret. Actually, he has more than one. It starts with him being there under false pretenses. Kat thinks he’s there to marry her but he’s actually there to investigate a claim against her land. His second secret is revealed when you find out his father is… Oh, wait, maybe I should let you discover that one on your own.
Thank you, Chandra Ryan, for joining us today!
Chandra Ryan’s Website: http://www.chandraryan.com/
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Universal Defiance, Book One
On a rural settler planet, Kat must resort to putting out an ad to find a husband. She doesn’t expect to find love—that’s a dream in these parts—just a partner to help work her ranch. Then the devastatingly handsome Jasper answers her ad and turns her on in ways she never dreamed possible. Too bad he’s not who he says he is.
Jasper doesn’t know what he’s getting into when he ventures undercover to investigate a legal claim against Kat’s ranch. But after a toe-curling night under her roof and in her bed, he’s willing to do anything to stay there. He can’t say no to the tough-as-nails businesswoman who makes his body come alive.
When people start getting hurt, though, both Kat and Jasper have to decide how valuable one piece of land is. And the ranch that brought them together might be the very thing standing between them.
A Romantica® sci fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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