Her Alien Cyborgs

The only thing that ever came easy for her was trouble.

 After a lifetime of busting her ass and bending the law just to scrape by, Hezza is running on fumes. Her ship is even older than she is, and both are feeling their age. Is she ready to retire? Hell no. Hanging up her flight suit is the last thing she wants, even if it’s the smart thing to do.

Before she can make that choice, trouble finds her again… and this time it comes with a double order of hard muscles, sinful smiles, and alpha attitude.

They had nothing. No past. No future. No names. Then she appeared… and everything changed.

Subjects Six and Seven are failed experiments. Created in secret using banned technology and stolen DNA, they were created as weapons for a not-so-distant war. Too stubborn to be controlled and too valuable to terminate, they exist only to serve… and to dream of freedom.

Fate brought three battered hearts together, but it will take more than luck to survive the coming storm. Hezza is their key to happiness, and they’re her first rays of hope in a life spent in the shadows. Together, they’re going to change the galaxy… or die trying.

 

Marked For Vengeance: Bonus Content

Excerpt:

Loris had never had a home before. She’d lived in dormitories, military barracks, other dingy domiciles that offered little more than walls, a roof, and a bed. She hadn’t even had her own bathroom before she’d been hired to protect Maddison.

Things were different now.

She snorted at herself. When had she become the queen of understatement? It would be far faster to list the things that hadn’t changed in the past few weeks. Not that she was complaining. Why would she? She lived in a large, comfortable house with incredible views. Sure, it was a treehouse, but it was a palace compared to anything she’d known before. It even had power and a gravity-fed plumbing system.

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Her time as a bodyguard was over, too. Maddison didn’t need her protection anymore. Havoc had that duty now. Her time was her own, and she was still adapting to that fact. Working with Vengeance to improve their home took up some of her time. They visited Bysshe every few days to get the latest news, provide intel to help the android update their maps of the area, and donate a portion of whatever plants, fruits, and animals they’d found while out hunting.

Hells, she was even learning how to cook, which was a necessity given that Vengeance liked his meat on the raw side of rare.

“You’re frowning. Why?” Vengeance asked. They were snuggled up in a hammock strung outside. The newly finished overhang would keep out the rain so she could enjoy the view even when the rainy season started.

“I was thinking of how much my life has changed.” She opened her eyes and turned her head to smile at her lover. The motion was enough to make the hammock sway. Bits of the forest appeared and disappeared from her vision.

Vengeance placed a calloused finger between her brows, smoothing away the lines. “Do you have regrets, little warrior?”

Even that light touch made her melt. It was always this way between them. She’d expected her need for him to fade, but the flame he’d kindled in her still burned hotter than a supernova. “My only regret is that I didn’t find you sooner.”

She wriggled closer; enjoying the way his fur caressed her bare skin. When it was only the two of them, she’d adopted Venge’s clothing option policy. It was decadent, wonderful, and meant they didn’t have to do laundry too often.

“I wish that too, but it was not meant to be.” Vengeance shifted his big body, wrapping himself around her as best he could within the confines of the hammock. “But we have today.”

“We do.” She paused before making a request.

“Sing for me?”

His soft chuckle vibrated against her back. He’d been expecting her to ask. She did it almost every day since she’d heard him singing under his breath as they trekked through the woods. She loved everything about her stubborn, sexy mate, but when he sang…

“I should sit up for this.”

“Don’t you dare. This is perfect, Venge. Stay with me.”

He nuzzled her hair. “Always, little warrior.”

Then he sang her favorite song. The one he’d written about them.

His rich baritone filled the air as he sang, the words filling the air and each note vibrating through her body.

One breath was all it took,

He knew with just one look,

She belonged to him and him alone.

 

With fire in her eyes,

She denied she was his prize,

But by nightfall, the first seeds of love were sown.

 

Their lives are now entwined,

Like leaves upon the vines,

They grow together,

Stronger, every day.”

Then his voice lowered to a low, sexy rumble as he sang a verse she’d never heard before.

 

“Now he has claimed her

Pleasured and tamed her,

It’s true his little warrior shall forever stay.”

 

“Oh, I like that.” She deliberately reached between them to stroke his cock. “All but the part about you taming me. That’s never going to happen.”

He growled in her ear. “I will enjoy proving you wrong about that. I have no idea how many orgasms it will take, but we have all night.”

She shivered in anticipation. “You don’t scare me.”

He kissed her cheek. “I know, little warrior. Which is why I know that you are truly mine.”

She laughed. “I love you too.”

The End

 

COLLAPSE

La Marque de Strife

Book Cover: La Marque de Strife

Ce devait être le plus beau voyage de sa vie… et maintenant elle essaye juste de rester en vie.

Rissa n’en revient pas de son coup de chance. Elle a gagné une croisière de rencontres tous frais payés sur un vaisseau luxueux. Ce n’est pas l’amour qu’elle cherche, mais quelques semaines à se faire dorloter et de confort cinq étoiles, tout en visitant d’autres planètes, semblaient un plan idéal… jusqu’à ce que tout dérape.

Abandonner le vaisseau ne faisait pas partie du programme, ni l’alien grognon mais tellement sexy qui est à moitié convaincu qu’elle est l’Ennemi et totalement certain qu’elle est à lui. Elle a toute une liste de raisons pour lesquelles ils n’ont rien à faire l’un avec l’autre, mais quand ils sont ensemble, tout semble parfait.

Atterrir en catastrophe sur une prison carcérale ne fait peut-être pas partie des vacances dont elle rêvait, mais il se pourrait bien que cela s’avère être le plus beau "pire" jour de sa vie.

** Attachez vos ceintures ! Ce roman d’amour et de science-fiction présente un extraterrestre à toison, crocs et cornes, avec une attitude très possessive lorsqu'il s'agit de la femme qu’il a décidé de s’approprier.

Her Alien Healers – Bonus Epilogue

Bonus Epilogue for Her Alien Healers

Pomp and ceremony weren’t Jody’s favorite things by any means, but today’s event was different. The palace grounds were full of celebrants here to meet Haven’s newest arrival—the first child born with both Vardarian and human DNA.

As honored guests of Prince Tyran, Jody and her mates got to enjoy the best of everything—food, drink, and access to a suite of rooms where they could retire if they needed to escape the crowd. Which is exactly what they’d done the moment the presentation ceremony ended.

Jody had sunk into the nearest couch with a grateful sigh while
Tariq closed the door with a flourish. “And that’s enough socializing for now,” he declared.

“And for the next month.” Sulat sat down beside her and immediately drew her in snug against his side.

“Speak for yourselves. I intend to head back into the fray. If we hide away, the damned Liq’za will think we’re afraid. Besides, I need to hunt down more of those amazing cookies. The ones with the creamy filling. What did you say they were called?”

T’orio,” Tariq said as he claimed the empty spot on her left. “I’ve already requested the recipe. I’ve never had ones that good.”

“You’ve never eaten like royalty before,” Sulat pointed out.

Jody looked around the suite they had use of for the day, with its elegant furnishings and luxury far beyond anything she’d ever experienced. “It’s all a bit rich for my taste,” she said, then grinned. “But I suppose I could get used to it. Especially if it comes with more of that amazing food.”

Both males chuckled, a rich, wonderful sound she loved.

“You will have to get used to it, zurya,” Tariq said.

“Tyran gifted this space to us to use any time we wish,” Sulat added.

“What? When? Why?” the questions fell out of her mouth in no particular order.

“The rooms are ours in recognition of our status as healers for the royal family. Tyran informed us this morning, and we asked if we could be the ones to tell you.”

Jody grabbed both their hands. “Please tell me we’re not moving into the palace. It’s lovely. Hell, it’s amazing, but it’s not home.” That title belonged to the house she now shared with Tariq and Sulat. They’d gone shopping often, acquiring new things for her, and for the house in general. The main bedroom now had a bed more than big enough for all three of them, along with new furnishings they’d chosen together.

“We’re not moving,” Tariq said softly.

“We’ve hidden away long enough,” Sulat said. “But if things get dangerous…”

She understood. “Then this is a safe place.” Since the Liq’za’s brazen attacks, the entire colony had increased security, but the palace was still the most secure place in Haven.

“It is,” Tariq agreed. “It could also function as guest accommodations.”

“Oh! You mean I could arrange for Jacob to stay here?” Her son had not been thrilled to learn his mother was now living with two Vardarian males, but he’d grudgingly agreed to visit soon, “So I can find out what kind of beings they are and if they’re good enough for you.”

She’d smiled at her son and laughed. “They’re the best, Jake.” It had been the best conversation they’d had in months.

“After living in the IAF barracks, this place will seem like paradise. It’s perfect! Oh, and Vixi could stay here, too. I mean, if she wants. And not when Jake is here, but I know you’re both worried she’ll be a target, and she’d be safer here than on her own.”

“Our children will both be safe when they are here,” Tariq agreed.

“But they will not be sharing this space!” Sulat added with a hint of a growl.

Veth, no. They’d probably fight like a pair of grumpy gharstu. I’m not sure which one of them is more stubborn, and I hope we never find out.”

Thoughts of their adult children made Jody smile. One day, she hoped they found the same joy and love she had.

“What made you smile like that?” Tariq asked.

“I was thinking of us. Have I mentioned how much I love you both?” She released their hands to touch the metal bands they both wore on their wrists. Bands identical to the one she now wore.

They were similar to the harani all mated Vardarians wore, but this set were forged to fit their wrists instead of their biceps, a different symbol for a unique type of mating.

“And we love you, zurya,” Tariq lifted her hand to his mouth to brush a kiss across her knuckles.

“With all our hearts.” Sulat pulled her in close and kissed her.

“And our bodies,” Tariq added. “All you have to do is say the word.”

She nodded once, surrendering to the inevitable with glee. “Yes.”

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La Marque de Mayhem

Book Cover: La Marque de Mayhem

Sa dernière chance de trouver l'amour s'est désagrégée avant de partir en fumée... littéralement.

Bella s'était inscrite à une croisière interplanétaire de rencontres dans l’espoir de voyager, vivre des aventures et peut-être avoir une chance de vivre une histoire d'amour. Et voilà qu’elle a atterri en catastrophe sur une planète étrange, sans personne autour d'elle, à l'exception d'un alien sexy à cornes qui a débarqué et décidé de prendre possession de son matériel, de son vaisseau... et d’elle.

Il est trop impétueux, trop pressant, et beaucoup trop jeune pour elle. Et il n’a pas non plus l’air de comprendre que non, c’est non...

Ce n'est pas vraiment l'aventure qu'elle imaginait, mais c'est peut-être l’histoire d’amour de sa vie, si elle parvient à rester en vie assez longtemps pour en profiter.

** Attachez vos ceintures ! Ce roman d’amour et de science-fiction présente un extraterrestre à toison, crocs et cornes, avec une attitude très possessive lorsqu'il s'agit de la femme qu’il a décidé de s’approprier.