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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Want a Sexy Alien Santa for the holidays? Get him FREE Oct. 31 to Nov. 4 #Kindle #sfrb #scifirom

Hey everyone! HEY, SANTA, a holiday alien romance short story is FREE on Amazon from today until November 4, 2013. So, be sure to grab your copy in the next five days, and if you know anyone who would enjoy this story, go ahead and gift it to them as well.

For those of you who don't have a Kindle, no worries! You can get FREE Kindle reading apps for your Android phone or tablet, iPad, iPhone, Mac, Windows 8 PC or tablet, BlackBerry, or Windows Phone.

Hey, Santa

An Alien for the Holidays story

Erotic Sci-Fi Romance

ISBN: 978-0991932016

She doesn’t want a lot for Christmas…

Claire Otton dreads spending another holiday alone. When her best friend convinces her to approach the sexy mall Santa, she takes the chance and asks him out, hoping for so much more.

He’s waiting under the mistletoe…

Although Andreas Castellanos blends in on Earth, he knows he will never belong. But when the gorgeous woman he’d been staring at invites him to dinner, he has a hard time saying no.

All they’re asking for…

Can these two lonely souls find magic together or will their secrets steal their chance of a happy Christmas?

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“You can’t be serious.” Claire mustered the dirtiest look possible for her best friend.

Tiffany held out her hands and air-squeezed the man’s firm rear end from a distance. “C’mon. Look at that ass.”

“Yes, but a Santa Claus? How do I know what he looks like under that suit and beard?” Imagining removing the white hair to find a wrinkled old man, she shuddered.

“Only one way to find out.” Smacking Claire’s butt, Tiffany urged her forward. “Go ask him.”

She planted her feet. Thank goodness she hadn’t worn heels for their marathon shopping trip two days before Christmas. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, sighing. “Because I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life. You’re the Grinch who needs to get laid.”

“I’m not a Grinch,” she snapped. Breathing deeply, she counted backwards from ten. “I’m sorry. This is a very stressful time of year for me.”

“I know.” Tiffany cupped her elbow. “I just want to see you happy at Christmas again. It doesn’t have to be a miserable holiday anymore. That’s part of the reason I dragged you with me today.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, tears welling already. Please don’t let me turn into a blubbering mess in the middle of the mall. While she appreciated her friend’s concern, she coped better on her own. “I…I should go home. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”


Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. 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.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

Monday, October 28, 2013

I Have a Yummy New Cover This Morning.

Attention fans of Cinderella Wore Combat boots, Gunny's story is coming.

“You’re no Prince Charming.” Words screamed in anger, an empty nest, empty life--there are a lot of reasons people divorce. For Gunny, a diehard Marine who refuses to give up the Corps, and Lissa his wife of over twenty years, the reason isn’t a good one. When words exchanged in anger morph beyond their control, Lissa leaves and August doesn’t go after her, letting his pride get in the way. Two years later, Lissa is about to move on with her life and marry another man, except her reason isn’t the right one either. Her heart still belongs to a Marine she left behind. Now, an unexpected gift in the form of a 1Night Stand may change everything. August is back, looking for a second chance, but this time he isn’t letting Lissa walk away without a fight. He’s thrown everything he’s got into their date to prove that he can still be her Prince Charming. But if he can’t convince her in one night it’s for keeps, he may very well lose the only woman he’s ever loved.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Top Ten Words of an Alien Vocabulary - Guest Post by @CaraBristol #scifirom #Breeder

Top Ten Words of an alien vocabulary
By Cara Bristol

Reality creates language, but language creates reality too. An author uses words in the literal sense to tell a story. But within the story, words have a message of their own. Here are ten “Parseon” words that contribute to the reality of Breeder, a science fiction erotic romance.

Baronian Ilyx – A mammal with a leathery flat tail, embedded with slightly venomous quills.

Sudon – A paddle made from the tail of the Baronian Ilyx. Although the quills are removed, protrusions in the stiff leather remain and retain trace amounts of venom. A padding with a sudon creates fierce stinging.

Protocol – A compilation of law and culture, the ultimate authority. Protocol divides the race into castes, and deems females as inferior, unworthy beings. Protocol makes loving a breeder illegal.

Drakor – Literally a carrion-eating rodent, but to call someone a drakor is the vilest insult. Drakor is most often used to describe social deviants.

Breeder Containment Facility – a warehouse for females awaiting purchase/breeding.

Alpha – An alpha (lower case) is a male who tested and deemed by Protocol to be physically fit, strong, aggressive and dominant. By virtue of their superior genetics, only alphas are permitted to reproduce. An Alpha (uppercase) denotes one of only five ruling Commanders of planet Parseon.

Beta – A male of secondary status. Betas have been tested and deemed by Protocol to lack aggression and dominance, so they fulfill the support functions of Parseon society and serve as domestic partners to alphas. It’s been said that betas can be exceptionally cruel.

Breeder – Female. The most inferior, substandard members of society. Their primary function is to serve as reproductive incubators for alphas. Their secondary function is an ancillary sexual outlet for betas. Few alphas would lower themselves to engage in intercourse with a breeder—except for mating or to take possession of another alphas property.

Bridge of Amity – A formal ritualized gesture/position ostensibly used to demonstrate friendship. In reality, the first one to initiate a bridge of amity in effect neutralizes an enemy’s defenses.

Enclave – a settlement of drakor. A group of males who have accepted females as their betas.
There’s a word that’s not on this list because it doesn’t exist in the Parseon language….love.

BREEDER by Cara Bristol:

To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes graphic M/F and some M/M sexual content and violence, including nonconsensual domestic discipline.

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Excerpt from Breeder:

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm.

“You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Last Day of the 1 NightStand Bash.

Have you entered?

So, I've shown you my posts for the military fairytales I'm writing and shared a few excerpts. You can still get in on the drawing and see the excerpts here: I will be drawing my winners tomorrow, so you have until Midnight, Eastern Standard Time to leave a comment and get your name in my virtual hat.

So, now that I covered some of the military fairytale 1 NightStands I'm working on, I'm going to give you a sneak peek at the WIP of my unnamed story that follows This Endris Night.

But first an Excerpt from This Endris Night:

Master predators, the bears could smell the blood from miles away. If she found one—there would be more and not just that, it would draw other predators. Packs of wolves frequented this area and had been known to travel in massive groups.
What the hell was the guy doing by the glacier? The tracks appeared to stagger, leading off into a thick stand of trees.

So caught up in the reason a stranger might have traveled there, she failed to hear the monster behind her until he was on top of her. A rough chuff, followed by a hiss, and the impact spun Shiya around on the ice and sent her flying, where she slammed shoulders first into an icy bank. Her rifle flew from her hands, discharging when it hit the ground. She crab-crawled backward. The bear opened its mouth and roared, the sound shaking her to her soul.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Massive, twice the size of any bear she’d ever seen in the area, the herculean monster closed in, stalking forward on gigantic paws that looked like velvet-flocked snowshoes. Red stained his white coat, matting down

the thick fur on his leg, and hot breath steamed from his mouth and nose like an iron train.
He grabbed her boot in his enormous jaws and dragged her back until he straddled her body, his face now inches from hers. Shiya threw her arms up, keeping them vertical. A Nanuk wouldn’t turn his head to bite, or that’s what her father had told her. Make yourself bigger than the bear can bite, he’d said time and time again. But there was no way to be bigger than this bear could bite.

Nanuk didn’t have to turn his head to take her arms into his mouth. Her entire head could fit in those jaws lined with teeth at least four inches long and more like daggers than fangs.

Even stranger than his freakish size, his teeth hadn’t punctured her boot or crushed her ankle when he’d grabbed her. Her mind let that thought slip as he leaned in and sniffed her. Another chuff ruffled her hair. Not gentle or friendly—a well honed killing machine.
A cloud of warm breath puffed from the carnivore’s open jaws, washing across her face. The smell of minty toothpaste filled her nostrils. Shiya cringed. He’d already eaten the man, and from the smell of it, the toiletries the tourist had carried with him. Ah, shit.

The bear opened his jaws and roared again. His nose touched hers and he nudged her face with his muzzle, pushing her head back and exposing her throat. The sniffing, the huffing. Shiya couldn’t move and didn’t dare to breathe.
Here’s the part where he’ll tear my head off. Shiya closed her eyes, unable to look at death. She had many regrets, the biggest that she never had the chance to make amends with her family. It wouldn’t matter. They’d never find her body—never know she’d come home. The monster wouldn’t leave a scrap of her behind.

A coarse tongue licked her from chin to forehead. Her eyes opened and fixed on the beast before her. Shiya’s chest tightened and her heart pounded, making it impossible to draw a breath. The bear roared again. Its great maw gaped open before her, displaying rows of lethal teeth. More steam rolled over her face and then darkness. 

So, Inuit and alien doppelgangers? In This Endris Night you also meet a bad boy named Lucas, an alien hunter whose sole purpose on Earth is to eliminate any person who might put his people's secret at risk, which brings me to my WIP. Dr. Crane, meet your assassin:

Lucas perked up. He could be a rebound. Did anyone say he had to kill her tonight? Well, unless she started the shift, and then all bets were off. As her date, he could keep an eye on her. Certainly there would be a little bit more time. No, she wouldn’t change tonight. But soon. Very soon.
She sighed again. “He probably wouldn’t notice anyway. I bet it was all some kind of game to him.”

Now games, Lucas knew, and if anyone could show the bastard what he’d lost, it would be him. As she continued to talk, Lucas knew he would grant her last request, give her the night of her life, and show her first fling what he’d walked away from.

He knew this Madam Eve, had applied to her service to get close to prey before. He’d never gotten a response from her either, so he chose to crash her party in Alaska the year before, and found himself chin deep in an ocean of shit. If Nadia hadn’t had a response from Eve yet, chances were she wasn’t getting one. But there was no reason he couldn’t fulfill her request. He’d certainly paid for it, in more than one way.

He could step in and pretend to be that date and nobody would know. He’d also show her how a real man could worship her body. And then he’d kill her. He had no choice. He was a Tracker and Trackers didn’t let hybrids escape—with the exception of the last one who’d saved his life.

“Well, I’m not suppossed to be here after six, so I suppose I’ll see you in the morning.” She rose to her feet and started up the stairs. As she exited the chamber, Lucas’s stone exterior cracked and turned to dust, leaving him crouching on the stone pedestal in his true image. He hopped down, wearing a tee shirt, khaki pants and work boots. A quick dust off and he took off running toward the secret passage, hoping to cut her off.

Lucas skidded around a corner, pressed a block on the wall, and ran into the dark, using his enhanced vision to navigate the passage. He stopped in front of a wall, pushed another block and the wall slid open. He stepped into the narrow passageway. His people had provided the blueprints for the temple thousands of years before, making sure they were designed as they had been on his world. Not hard to figure out where hidden rooms and corridors sat, the sister to this temple sat in his home city of Qwurwa.

As soon as the passageway closed, Doctor Crane came around the corner and ran head-on into him. “Oh.” She staggered back. “I didn’t realize anyone else was....” Her mouth dropped open when she looked up into his eyes. “Here.”

Lucas caught her arms, steadying her. He raised a brow and gave her his best panty-melting smile. Trackers were hand-picked from youth. Only children that possessed certain attributes had the honor to train as one. They were intelligent, comely and warriors. A lethal combination that helped them to get closer to their prey. Whoo hoo for genetics. “Doctor Crane.”

“I fear you have me at a disadvantage.” She bit her lip, but didn’t shrug out of his hold. “And you are?”

What was the name of the professor replacing her, the one from Oxford?  Ah, yes. “I’m Lucas Stone, Doctor Lucas Stone.” His accent came natural, having lived in the United Kingdom for the majority of his twenty years on Earth, so it wasn’t hard to be convincing.

“I didn’t think you were so....”

Deadly? If only she knew. Now for the good stuff. Leave a comment under this post for a chance to win a copy of This Endris Night. I'd love some suggestions for a title for this Egyptian based 1 NightStand.

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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Bringing Science Fiction Romance to the 1Night Stand. Enter to WIN with @DecadentPub!! #1NS #giveaway

Good day! This week Decadent Publishing is celebrating the 200th 1Night Stand story to be published. And they're having a HUGE giveaway. (More details at the end of the post.)

So, today I thought I'd share some of the science fiction romance stories that are part of the series.

Plus, I have:

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Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to sexy. 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.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Lucky 13 Blog Hop

Today is indeed a very lucky day for me. Twenty-three years ago, I married the man of my dreams. Yet, many have told me it was crazy to choose the 13th of October for my wedding. Why? It's always been a lucky number for me. Which made me think about superstitions and their origins.

What would a Lucky 13 Blog Hop be without some superstitions? Shall we explore them?

Knock on wood:
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Ever wonder why people knock on wood to prevent being jinxed? Well, the Pagans believed that all living materials were imbued with spiritual powers, including trees. By knocking on the wood, a person could drive away the evil spirits from the object in which they resided. Think about that next time you knock on someone’s door.

Breaking mirrors:
Souls were said to dwell in mirrors, and in the ancient world, if you looked into one you could invite death. Also that any harm done to the mirror, would be reflected back on the person who broke it. As time went by, the punishment lessoned to 7 years for cracking that looking-glass.

The Victorians covered their mirrors in black cloth while a body was laid out in the house. This was thought to keep the spirit from becoming trapped in the glass, instead of moving on to the afterlife. Going hand and hand with that, if you saw your reflection in a mirror in a room where someone just died, you would die soon also. Many cultures believe cameras can capture soul, like a mirror.  So, if the Victorians were so superstitious, I wonder why they took portraits of their dead loved ones. Anyone?
Mirror, mirror on the wall....

Black cats:
I had a black cat for 16 years and he, like the lucky 13, brought me nothing but luck. So, where did they get their bad reputations? In the Western culture, black cats are considered bad luck. In fact, people still hold to this superstition today. Go to any humane society and ask. The black cats are the last to be adopted. But where did this madness come from? In some cultures, black cats are considered good luck. Look at the early pagans. They believed them to be so.

And since early Christians believed pagans to be witches, it didn’t take long for them to link a black cat to a witch, someone in league with the devil.
Besides the black cat, some other black animals are known for being bad omens. I mean you can have a flock of geese, but when you have a group of ravens, they are called a murder. Nevermore!

Black hounds:
From folklore of the British Isles, the black hound is thought to be a hellhound, or portent of death. Black dogs are universally regarded as malevolent, some are even accused of being harmful, or causing death. A few of the more notorious: The Gurt Dog of Somerset, The Black Hound of Hanging Hills Connecticut and The Barghest.

Black Horses:
PĂșca—or ghost horse from Irish folklore can either bring good or bad luck. Tales say that if he appears to you in the form of a black colt, with chains hanging from him and you climb on his back, you’ll never be seen again.

However, if you are a farmer and you offer him a gift, he will return it tenfold, blessing you with wealth. Maybe. Are you ready to make a deal with the Devil?
Most say beware the devil beasts that bear a black coat.

Wonder what my cat would have thought of that?
Walking under a ladder brings bad luck.

Where did this superstition come from? There are a couple of theories. One is that in medieval times, the ladders were used to get criminals to the gallows, in fact, in areas where trees were scarce; some criminals were hung from the top rung of a ladder that had been leaned against a wall. The evil spirit was thought to reside there. So when you walked under the ladder, you took a chance you’d encounter that spirit.
The other theory is that early Christians believed the triangle a sacred symbol of the Trinity. By walking under a ladder, you were breaking the triangle and this meant you were in league with the devil.
Trick or treat?

This phrase owes its origins to souling and guising. Beggars would often beg for cakes in return for offering prayers for the dead on All Souls Day.

You ready for your trick?

Let’s talk alien abduction. In Last Flight of the Ark, Col Kaleb Titan and his crew discover aliens have been taking people from Earth for thousands of years. But why? In this tale from a darker side of the galaxy, Kaleb and his crew are placed in a situation where they must make a choice that won't be easy.

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Evolution never happened so fast.  

Twelve hours outside of Terra II, Colonel Kaleb Titan, a molecular geneticist and commander of the Ark faces a life or death choice that could change the fate of mankind.

The Genesis I, aka the Ark, travels with a hold full of wildlife and three crew members. When a wolf bite and genetically-altering gamma radiation transform Kaleb, he notices his senses have been heightened, his libido has gone haywire and he can’t keep his hands off his crew. Worse yet, they don't seem inclined to stop him.

When their sister ship, the Genesis II arrives early, Kaleb’s problems compound. As soon as the command crew of the Genesis II boards, one whiff tells Kaleb they’re not from Earth or who they appear to be.

When he discovers that they’ve kept the Genesis II’s crew of over two thousand alive, he begins to believe their reasons may be far more ominous than anyone could have imagined. However, he also discovers what’s holding them back. The hijackers seem to be allergic to canines.

Now they're forced to employ biological warfare against their own, but will it be enough to save humanity?

History is about to repeat and only one species will survive.

I’m giving away an e-copy of Last Flight of the Ark to one lucky commenter. All you have to do is leave your email and a short thought or two about superstitions and their origins. That’s it. At the end of the hop, I’ll draw a name from my virtual hat.

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Beware, what goes bump in the night.

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

You know I like SUPERMAN, right? Check this out!

Hello! If you haven't already guessed by now, Superman is my favorite Superhero. And this year, he's celebrating 75 years. Looks pretty good for his age, if you ask me. ;)

Anyway, I was reading an article on about how Superman's origins may have been born from a star explosion. And that article linked to this really cool infographic on

Infographic: SUPERMAN's 75th Anniversary 1938-2013 Timeline


Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to sexy. 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.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Book Spotlight: The Descartes Legacy by Nina Croft. Enter to WIN a $25 gift card! #scifirom #SyFy #giveaway

The Descartes Legacy

by Nina Croft

Lucas Grafton has spent the last ten years hunting the Conclave, a secret organization who took everything from him: his wife, his child, his very identity. Now he has a lead—an imminent terrorist attack on London—code-named Descartes.

Born with a genetic illness, Jenna Young has always known she was different. But the unexpected death of her father catapults her into a world of murder and terrorism she never expected. In order to stay alive, she must solve a twenty-five year old mystery—and her only ally a hard bitter man in search or retribution, her only clue the Descartes Highlands, an area on the near side of the moon.

Luke’s need for revenge collides with Jenna’s hunt for the past, and together they must stand against the Conclave. All the while uncovering the truth behind Jenna’s illness, a truth that will make Jenna question her very humanity.


When she pulled herself up, the room whirled around her. Somehow she managed to follow Luke out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Pushing open a door, he gestured to her to enter. “Try to sleep, and we’ll talk in the morning.”

Jenna swayed as she passed him. Putting her hand out for balance, she encountered the hard heat of his chest. Swearing softly, he closed his eyes for a second. Then he picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, and placed her gently down on the bed.

“Come on, Jenna, just a few more minutes and you can sleep.”

“I’m fine, really I am. Just everything keeps spinning.”

He straightened. Was he leaving? She didn’t want to be alone, and she had to swallow the urge to ask him to stay. Instead, he disappeared through another door and came back seconds later carrying a black toweling robe and a washcloth. He crouched in front of her, and gently wiped her face with the damp cloth.

Jenna closed her eyes and gave herself up to his touch. She was floating, suspended in time, only aware of his closeness, his hands gentle as he stripped her clothes. Her body responded to his touch, a heavy warmth building inside her.

When she was naked, he wrapped the robe around her shoulders. “Sleep.”

Exhaustion rolled over her and she lay down on top of the blanket. She would rest a little while then get up and shower. Curling herself into a ball, her injured hand held against her chest, she was vaguely aware of Luke moving around the room, picking up her clothes. His presence reassured her, and she closed her eyes.

But behind her lids, she saw the blond man who had snapped her finger. He came toward her, his eyes mocking, and the same sense of helplessness washed over her.

That had been the worst thing, even worse than the pain. The feeling she had been powerless, that they could do what they liked to her, and she could do nothing to stop them.

Tears rolled down her cheek, soaking the pillow, but she couldn’t seem to stop. The mattress depressed as Luke sat down beside her. He didn’t speak, just leaned back against the wall and pulled her into his arms. He smelled of warm man, clean sweat spiked with some exotic after-shave. Sighing, she burrowed her face against his chest, and finally drifted into sleep to the throb of his heart.


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Author Bio:

Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Anytime, anyplace, anyone…love finds a way.