Casting the Spotlight on Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks  Liana Brooks would like to SCUBA dive Europa (that moon around Jupiter), but with the NASA shuttle program shut down she’s resorted to writing science fiction instead. She likes southern beaches, warm weather, sharks, and striped socks. Her superhero romance series started with Evan Villains Fall in Love and continues with Even Villains Go to the Movies. For those who prefer their romance without a side order of spandex she’s written Prime Sensations (part of the Tales From the SFR Brigades anthology) and Fey Lights.

You can find Liana on the web at www.lianabrooks.com, on Twitter as @LianaBrooks, or on Facebook under the same name.

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EvenVillansMoviesPRfront_200x300When your mother is America’s Superhero Sweetheart and your daddy’s the Number One Super Villain, you grow up feeling a little conflicted.

Angela Smith has superpowers—nothing that will ever make her comic-book famous—but her ability to psychically sense and manipulate the emotions of people around her has drawn unwanted government attention. Forced to choose between her quiet life as a teacher under constant surveillance or the life of a rogue, she chooses the latter. She plans to hide out in sunny Los Angeles where being a blue-eyed blonde won’t make anyone bat a false eyelash.

Silver screen star by day, superhero by night, Arktos is a triple-threat. He can fly, freeze anything, and see glimpses of the future, all of which he needs to keep the city of Los Angeles safe, but which does nothing for his social life. When a frightening vision of an explosion leads him to rescue a damsel in distress, he finds himself trading Shakespearean insults with a rogue.

Angela knows just how dangerous well-intentioned superheroes can be: one tried to kill her family when she was young. Arktos knows he should hand the rogue over to Company justice; it’s not safe for someone like her to be in the middle of a fight.

But they can’t seem to stay apart. And together, they just might be able to melt all the obstacles standing between true love for a hero and a villain.

Buy: Even Villains Go To The Movies (Heroes and Villains Book 2)

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Angela tossed the red curls of her wig and parked Luiz’s bike in the alley behind the conference center. She hadn’t put on her Rage getup since arriving in L.A., but tonight the mental screams of terror echoing from the center warranted the kind of investigation that would attract questionable attention.

Tight black jeans, a bright red tank top that matched her hair, and a leather duster that was too heavy for the L.A. heat were a start. She’d added a black domino mask that obscured the shape of her nose and cheekbones when she’d moved to New York, because no one needed to see their favorite school teacher beating down the local thugs. The heart and star pendant around her neck— a little invention of her Daddy’s that would shield her from most things—completed the outfit.

The “most” still worried her some days.

Terror radiated from the building, escalating until the headache tearing into her brain was a living fire. Whatever was happening, she would hit back. Hard.

Checking to make sure the alley was empty, Angela sauntered toward the back door and hoped someone inside had been kind enough to leave it open. More often than not the people hired to cater at these places would stick a rock in the door to keep it from locking every time they slipped out for fresh air.

If not she could always pick the lock. Angela sighed. The whole point of moving away from her sisters was to avoid a life filled with crime and superheroes.

Angela reached for the door and someone hit her. A breeze ruffled her wig and she found herself on her back in the alleyway, staring up at a masked man. No hate tainted the aura around him, nothing that suggested that he was dangerous except that he was bigger than her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Hello?”

The man took a deep breath. “Hi.” He smelled like mint.

“I’m new to the area, so I’m not familiar with the protocol when you’re jumped by a masked man in an alleyway. Is there a secret handshake or something?” she asked, sarcastically.

“I’m here to save your life.”

Angela looked around for signs of danger. The man was the only thing in the alley, and he was cradling her, hand cushioning her head, muscular arms suspending him in a pushup so his body weight wasn’t resting on her.

“Right. What danger am I in, exactly?”

“The door is going to explode and kill you,” he said in a very serious tone.

She lifted her head to peer over his shoulder at the door. It was a mistake. The movement meant gyrating under him in his spandex suit, and she caught a whiff of cologne, soap, and clean sweat. His emotions shifted, becoming tinged with desire and arousal.

Angela cleared her throat and lay back down, trying to put space between herself and her captor. “Mm hmm. Tell you what, let me up and I’ll help you find your doctor. I bet someone is very worried about you missing your medicine.”

Buy: Even Villains Go To The Movies (Heroes and Villains Book 2)

Get to Know Pippa Jay

Hi, I’m Pippa Jay, author of scifi and the supernatural with a romantic soul. Whovian, Scaper, and Sith-in-training.

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Also mum to three redhaired little monsters.

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And a huge fan of scifi films and TV shows. I’ve been watching Doctor Who since I was three years old, and my first crush was Luke Skywalker. *blushes*

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I’ve wanted to be an elf, a Jedi Knight, and the Doctor’s companion, but eventually settled for being a lab technician for twelve years. Hey, it was science even if it wasn’t science fiction. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester and married for twenty-one years, I continue to roam the rest of the universe in my head.

Some of my friends know me as the crazy chicken lady.

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And most know me for my love of the weird and the wonderful.

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When I’m not writing, I love to do freestyle street dance for fitness. No, really! I just don’t have any pictures of me doing it. *surreptitiously hits delete button*

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I also like to walk, read, listen to music, draw, and sew.

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I also like to dress up my hair when going to music concerts (yes, those really are feathers. And no, I don’t pluck my chickens for them). :P

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My work space can get a little cluttered, as I like to have everything to hand! And this is on a good day.

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But at the end of a long, hard day of writing, there’s nothing I like more than snuggling up with one of my little monsters for a cuddle. Or better still, a nap. ^-^

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So how do you like to end your day?

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whendarkfalls_200x300Blurb:

When Dark Falls…she rises…

In a city where Dark Technologies Inc. now runs the show, Kadie Williams has more immediate concerns than the fall of Blaze, their guardian superhero. Almost every morning for the last few months she’s woken up with cuts and bruises on her body and no idea how she got them. There are no nightmares. No evidence that she sleepwalks or any sign of a break in. And nothing to tell her who’s been cleaning up after her. As just one of thousands of civilians conscripted to slave away in the labs of Professor Dark, she knew there’d be trouble ahead. But she never expected it to be so bad, or so personal.

Desperate for answers, Kadie looks to the new defender of the night, the only person who can hinder the total domination of Professor Dark—Nocturnelle. The mysterious vigilante superhero came from nowhere with her cybernetic sidekick Shadow, set on putting an end to the brutality of Dark’s regime. But as his laboratories work on a new secret super-weapon, Nocturnelle and Shadow may not be enough to save Nephopolis…or to save Kadie either.

Buy: When Dark Falls

Excerpt:

Nocturnelle perched on the carved griffin statue decorating the tower’s cornerstone, with hundreds of feet of empty space between her and the ground below. Her second skin felt tight. It was a familiar sensation and yet always the first thing she noticed on waking, as if her body needed to remind her of the fact. She stretched and her outer skin crackled like leather. She flexed her fingers, the delicate oh-so-white digits a stark contrast to her black arms. Silver lines marked her left forearm, and she frowned at them. She was meant to be impervious to blades and bullets, and yet somehow, not too long ago, she must have injured herself.

As she rose, her skin creaked. She stretched again, and then tugged her hands through her hair, pulling the thick swathe of black silk from her face and knotting it at the back. Darkest Night forbid it should get in her way. The second skin pressed tight against her forehead, running around her eyes and mouth, cradling her chin. She ran her fingers around the edges, tracing the outline. Perfect. Her body tingled as though electricity danced in her veins, and she smiled. Breathed in the evening air. This was her time.

Viscous and reeking, the night sky hung over the city of Art Deco towers and buildings like an oil-slick. Behind her, the metallic chinking of the cloudburner cooling after a day spent scorching the sky ticked away the seconds like a clock.

“Nelle?”

The deep male voice sent a shiver down her back, and she turned. “Ah, my faithful Shadow. Ready for another night-time jaunt?”

A figure stepped out of the shadows to join her. He matched her for height; his whipcord frame clad in a charcoal-colored armor vest, black combats, and a hip-length military jacket. When the rooftop lights hit his face, the chiseled jawline showed; his skin a dark tan. He wore a mask over his eyes, but his teeth gleamed white when he smiled. And when he smiled, something inside Nelle set her heart racing.

“Ready and set, Nelle.”

“Excellent.” She nodded to him. As one they yanked grapple hooks with lines from their belts and tossed them toward the spire of girders that surmounted every tower run by Dark. The auto-clamps engaged on contact, grasping the metal post tight in unrelenting jaws. Nelle jumped from the rooftop first, and gravity snatched the air from her chest.

Floor after floor of lit apartment windows rushed by her, as dizzying as the wind whipping through her hair. The jolt as she hit the cable’s end made her laugh. She let loose an exultant cry as she swung in a graceful arc around the edges of the tower and the rotund shape of one of Dark’s airships cruised toward her.

Buy: When Dark Falls

Review: Lost in Starlight (Starlight Saga, Book 1) by Sherry Soule

Book_Cover_Lost_in_StarlightHeroine: You thought dating vampires was difficult? Try being a high school reporter and dating an alien. Yeah. That’s what I thought. I’m like Lois Lane and he’s like Superman, except he doesn’t have an alter ego and I’m not as dumb as Lois.

Summary: Sloane Masterson loves horror films and critiques them every chance she gets. She doesn’t approve of stupid females running toward bad guys and doing idiotic things that land them in hot water. She’s a tough cookie with a strong mind, no alien is going to tell her she’s seeing things. Sloane does not hallucinate thank you very much. And she’s no weak-willed female willing to just go along with the flow. So when she witnesses Hayden Lancaster bend forks, she knows she going to get the dirt on him.

Review: I love that Sloane is totally willing to own that she finds the Hayden attractive and that of all her options stalking him for a story is just one small reason why she wants to keep her eye on him at all times. And just what is Hayden’s secret? He’s an alien hybrid (on the book blurb, so this is not a spoiler) – part human, part alien. And he’s not alone. Dating a human girl is strictly off-limits and yet his and Sloane’s attraction to each other is supernova hot and undeniable. Sloane is a heroine I think you’re going to enjoy reading because she’s willing and able to save herself, and Hayden is… well… he is interstellar! I can’t wait for the next book.

Favorite Quote: “If I’d never met you, Sloane, I have the strangest feeling that I’d spend the rest of my life looking for someone like you…”

Rating: ★★★★½

Buy: Lost in Starlight (Starlight Saga Book 1)

Our Favorite Cat Aliens are Back!

Cheryl Brooks PhotoGuest blog by Cheryl Brooks, author of Rebel

I was given these topics to choose from for my guest post here on Love Romance Passion.

  1. Interstellar homelessness
  2. Refugees and the Homeless
  3. Heroines as Bait

Since none of them look easy, I’m going to respond to all three and hope for the best. ;-)

These questions undoubtedly stem from themes present in the latest installment in my Cat Star Chronicles series, Rebel. If you’ve never read any of the series, suffice it to say that my Zetithian guys are so hot that an extremely rich and insanely jealous man, Rutger Grekkor, blew up their planet after his wife, Amelyana, took a Zetithian lover. Two, actually. After Grekkor killed the first lover, Amelyana went to Zetith in search of another.

Why would she do that? What makes Zetithians so hot? Some say it’s their feline characteristics. They have fangs, glowing vertical pupils, and they can purr. They also have pointed ears and upswept eyebrows like Star Trek’s Mr. Spock. But it’s really their sexual abilities that make them so irresistible — and addicting.

Rebel’s hero, Onca, was only a baby when Zetith was destroyed by Grekkor’s Nedwut henchmen—a rather nasty, wolf-like race of hunters who will basically do anything for a buck. Amelyana did her best to save some of the children from the holocaust. Onca was one of those she saved, which brings me to the first topic:

  1. Interstellar Homelessness.

It isn’t as simple as it sounds, flying through space with no place to call home. Lots of fictional characters have done it. Case in point, Han Solo in Star Wars. But did he ever mention where he was from? Nope. Not in the movies, anyway. I read a few of the related novels, and one of them mentions that the red stripe on the side of his pants leg is the Corellian Blood Stripe, which “wasn’t given for perfect attendance.” Therefore, one would assume that he was Corellian. But did he ever go there and visit his parents? Hmm…don’t think so. Han’s ship was his home, which is the same kind of homelessness my Zetithian refugees experienced.

Unlike the citizens of Alderaan, who “cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced,” the people of Zetith knew they were about to be obliterated, and there wasn’t a thing they could do about it. After ensuring that the natives had no means of getting off the planet, Grekkor’s minions redirected an asteroid to collide with Zetith. Then Grekkor put a bounty on any offworld survivors in order to rid the galaxy of any remaining members of that species. Yeah. He was pissed at them, and he had the means to retaliate on a massive scale. Any remaining Zetithians were rendered homeless in a way that none of us can even begin to comprehend. Not only were their homes destroyed, but their entire world. And that brings us to the second topic:

  1. Refugees and the Homeless

When I first began writing the Cat Star Chronicles, I based the series on six members of a military unit who were captured near the end of the war in which Zetith was destroyed and sold into slavery. But during the course of writing those six books, I was asked to write three more. I needed more Zetithians, so I came up with the idea that a hundred or so children were rescued from Zetith. At the time, I didn’t give a great deal of thought to the logistics of such an endeavor, but just imagine two adult couples caring for a hundred kids, some of whom were only babies. Granted, many of the children were old enough to help care for the smaller ones, but they flew around in space for twenty-five years!

Where did they find food?  In Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry solved that dilemma with food replicators. But he also thought that living people could be “beamed” from one place to another. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Star Trek, but I can’t quite wrap my head around the idea that a living being could be dissolved to the atomic level in one place and reformed in another, alive and kicking. Not buying it. Food replication might be more feasible, but I’m going to assume that Amelyana had to send someone down to a planet now and then on a resupplying mission. Money wouldn’t have been too much of an issue since she probably relieved her dear husband of a hefty chunk of change when she commandeered one of his starships.

And now, more than twenty-five years have passed. Grekkor’s death has set the Zetithians free and made them rich. Onca has grown up on that starship and has been educated in his own culture as well as others, including Earth’s history and traditions.

Not long before Grekkor’s death, Kimcasha Shrovenach, a Zetithian child living on the planet Rhylos with her family, was orphaned by a band of Nedwut bounty hunters. Since the age of ten, she has been living on the streets of Damenk on the planet Rhylos, hiding from unknown and unseen terrors. Her only friends are other street people, and now, some of her buddies have gone missing, which brings us to the third topic:

  1. Heroines as Bait.

With no other options, Kim uses herself as bait to discover where her friends have gone. But she isn’t captured by the Herpatronian thug who accosts her, she is rescued by Onca—and she isn’t happy about it. Poor Onca. His one and only stab at being a hero, and the damsel in distress nearly bites his head off. But wait! She’s Zetithian, a very rare and unsuspected find. Onca isn’t looking for love, but he is willing to help Kim locate her friends, as well as helping her to receive her share of the trust fund established for any surviving Zetithians. As the attraction between them grows, Onca begins to realize that he is the one who must use himself as bait, perhaps even sacrificing his own life to rescue the homeless friends of an adorably feisty young Zetithian woman he is convinced would be better off without him.

So now, the roles are reversed and the hero is the one at risk. At risk of losing his home, his wealth, his freedom, and certainly his heart.

I know which version I like best. Onca is my hero!

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He helped to find her kidnapped friends. Will he let her steal his heart?

Kimcasha has lived by her wits since she lost her family when she was eight years old. So when three of her friends vanish, she has no fear about using herself as kidnapper’s bait, until a stranger foils her plot…

After ten years of selling his services in a brothel, Onca has decided to retire. A refugee of planet Zetith, he has no family, no surname, and no woman—until he rescues a young homeless girl from a kidnapper. Onca helps Kim find her friends, but as their intense attraction deepens, he begins feeling too jaded for someone so innocent. It’s up to Kim to convince him otherwise…

Buy: Rebel (The Cat Star Chronicles)

Author Bio: Cheryl Brooks is a former critical care nurse turned romance writer. Her Cat Star Chronicles series includes Slave, Warrior, Rogue, Outcast, Fugitive, Hero, Virgin, Stud, Wildcat, and the current release, Rebel. She is a member of the RWA and IRWA and lives with her husband and sons near Bloomfield, Indiana.

Author Website: http://www.cherylbrooksonline.com/
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Review: Queen’s Wings (Emerging Queen, Book 1) by Jamie K. Schmidt

queen's wingsReviewed by Lynn Reynolds

This story is told in the first person. If you’re are on that is on the fence whether you want to try this book because it is told in the first person, please give it a try. You just might surprise yourself. One thing that is different about this book is that each chapter starts with a dragon rule.

There are dragons in New England – who knew! I’ll have to take a better look at my neighbors. Carolyn Donovan hears a song in her head by one of my favorite groups. If you like to listen to music as you read, you might want to play yourself some Queen. Carolyn knows what she is but has a hard time convincing anyone else.

Reed and Jack come to where Carolyn works. Jack is an experience to savor – and I’m not going to give you any hints. But if you need a reference – I can picture him with a very sexy drawl. If you want an actor reference – I think of him as Johnny Depp. There was one scene between Carolyn and Jack that had me glad that there was a strong breeze coming through the window. Reed to seems to be a man that broods a lot. But he also knows how to protect.

This was a very addicting book. With the descriptions Jamie uses, you will have no trouble picturing everything as each scene unfolds. I was happy that there was a thundershower going on at the time. The computer stayed off and I could get lost in this book. I was also glad that my dad watches TV with headphones on – I could laugh in peace. There are a lot of references that you may recognize and there was one that I hope I didn’t misinterpret. If I’m not mistaken there’s a reference to the Brady Bunch – you’ll just have to read the book and see if you can find it. It was a truly mesmerizing tale.

The only reason I gave this a rating of 4 ½ is because I want to enjoy the rest of the series. And then once the series is complete, and if the other books are as great as this one I can give the group a rating of 5. If you are a paranormal junkie then this is a book for you. If you were planning on traveling, depending on what your destination is, I would take this book with you.

Rating: ★★★★½

Buy: The Queen’s Wings: The Emerging Queens (Entangled Edge)

Plot Bunnies

Pippa Jay Author PicHi, I’m Pippa Jay, a girl who writes scifi and the supernatural. Whovian, Scaper and Sith-in-training. I live in the historical town of Colchester with my husband of 21 years and three redhaired monsters, while roaming the rest of the universe inside my head. In the past year I’ve become very fond of the enemies to lovers trope. The additional conflict right from the word go, and the lengths the hero and heroine must go to either to resolve their differences or figure out a common ground is great for the tension. And it was something I came to by accident. Over a year ago a submission call went out for a scifi romance anthology, and as with most calls like this my mind instantly went blank. I really wanted to be a part of the anthology, but the harder I tried the more muse gave me the silent treatment. I was stuck!

So I put out a cry for help on Twitter, my favourite place to be. One of my friends with a folder full of plot bunnies threw several my way, and unusually I went for the one I’d least likely pick if I hadn’t been under pressure – a daring thief on the run. Why? Well, as soon as I saw the suggestion a scene formed in my head, of my two main characters (MCs) caught in a tussle that’s not all it seemed. After that the idea stuck, and I went on to write my daring thief and the alien lawman determined to catch her.

But that wasn’t all that stuck. The idea of having two characters at odds with one another from the start really snared my muse. So when Tethered begins, while my characters aren’t exactly at war with one another, my heroine Tyree isn’t happy with either her situation or the partner she’s been assigned to. Right from the beginning we find her protesting her new task from her ruling council, and being forced to grudgingly agree to the mission. Considered a rebel by her own people, Tyree doesn’t particularly like humans, and normally she’s sent to assassinate them, not help them. Frequent sparks fly between them, making a happy ever after seem all the more unlikely. Having to work in close proximity with a man she doesn’t know, and who repeatedly confuses her, challenges her, and maintains a façade over it all is close to torture. But for me as a writer, it just added to the fun. Did I mention how much I love to torment my characters? ;)

So what’s your favourite trope to read or to write, and what is it about it that appeals to you so much?

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She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?

For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.

For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.

Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction? 

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Excerpt:

A thrill of excitement shivered down her spine as she backed away a few steps with Zander following. He shrugged off his formal outer robes, and for the first time she could appreciate the broad expanse of his chest, the close-fitting fabric stretched over well-defined muscles. It appeared he hadn’t allowed his physique to slacken, despite leaving the Galactic Commission.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Zander spread his hands in an open gesture to say that he was.

So why is he just standing there like a defunct Manikin instead of poised to fight?

Tyree took her combat position and Zander matched her, just as the Manikin had done. She’d never fought a human in combat practice before. This should be interesting.

She sprang forward and aimed two rapid punches at his face. Zander evaded both with a speed and grace totally out of proportion to his bulk. Her third he blocked with little effort, and she stepped back to reassess her strategy. But only for an instant.

A quick step forward and she lashed upward with her foot, snapping his head back. Zander staggered but didn’t fall. Her second kick failed as he grabbed her ankle and jerked her off balance. She twisted as she dropped and caught him hard in the knee. Zander collapsed. Both rolled aside, and then jumped up to face each other again.

Not bad.

Tyree bit back a laugh as they exchanged blows, each faster than the last. Zander blocked or evaded most, but not all. His skill almost matched hers, yet his defenses were just a fraction too slow. Each move she made tested his reach, his reflexes and his stamina until she could sense him struggling a little.

Time for the kill.

She floored him with a kick to the chest, the full weight of her augmented density behind it, but as she moved in to finish the fight he dove into her. Tyree landed on her back hard enough to drive the breath from her lungs.

Zander had her pinned to the ground. She bucked but couldn’t shift him. The triumphant smile on his face sent rage blazing through her gut. With hardly a whisper, she Misted out and went through him. Golden warmth filled her for a second before she pulled free. Zander pushed to his feet and spun to meet her, but she cranked up her molecular density and punched him hard in the chest. He collapsed, gasping and coughing. In one fluid movement she sat astride him at full density, and the air whumphed out of his lungs. She pinioned his arms with her hands, her face hovering mere centimeters above his.

As her breathing slowed to normal, a huge grin split her face. She’d made a vow to herself to jump him, and she’d done it. Perhaps it was childish, but it warmed her heart.

“Your…reputation…is well deserved,” he gasped.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she complimented him. He’d fought well, but perhaps not quite with the determination—and certainly not the desperation—of most opponents she’d faced. “For a human.”

“Thank you. Perhaps we could try this again tomorrow?”

Tyree laughed. As much as he could irritate the hell out of her, he was equally amusing. “If you want to spend most of your morning on the floor…”

He gazed up at her with that easy smile, making no effort to struggle. Most humans, without the influence of her pheromones and the distraction of her naked body writhing above theirs, would not have been so trusting. So compliant. She found herself staring at his mouth. What would it be like to kiss him, without the use of her talents? Would it be as satisfying? As sensual? The warmth of him, the firmness of his body beneath hers, sent heat spiraling through her abdomen.

“Perhaps you could let me up now?” His words jerked her from such musings. What the hell was she thinking?

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Bio: After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way, a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. She’s a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Readers Favorite Contest, the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place), and a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Review’s 2013 Best Indie Book Awards.

Connect with me on my website or blog!

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Review: Demon Creed (Demon Outlaw, Book 3) by Paula Altenburg

demon creedReviewed by Lynn Reynolds

I received a copy of this book from the publisher and the author in exchange for an honest review. I was not compensated in any way.

Creed is on a Demon mission and that mission takes him to the ranch where Nieve is working. This is a world that has prejudices against those that are different – they are different through no fault of their own. It reminds me of our own history where slaves were considered expendable. There’s also hate for what people don’t understand and that includes the lack of compassion.

Willow has revenge on her mind as well as something more sinister. Nieve may be a woman who doesn’t appear to have much on the outside but on the inside she is very strong. And seeing this world she lives in, she needs to be. There is a point where the light goes on for Nieve – too bad more people couldn’t be that enlightened.

There are some scenes where the descriptions are a little gross in the details. It’s not too bad but it is enough that you don’t want to be eating at the time. This is a book that comes with some lessons if you’re willing to listen and Paula makes it a great way to get those lessons across to the reader. She takes a paranormal story and makes it so much more. I thoroughly enjoyed it and it made me realize that I need to go back and read the first two books. I wasn’t lost by not having read them, and I don’t think you had to read them in order to enjoy this one, but just for the pleasure of reading the complete series is why I want to make sure to read The Demon’s Daughter and Black Widow Demon.

Rating: ★★★★½

Buy: The Demon Creed (A Demon Outlaws Novel)

Ten of My Favorite Things

Guest blog by Faberge Nostromo, author of As Dreams Are Made On

I grew up in the East End of London before escaping to East Anglia. I’ve been a civil servant, a tea boy, sound engineer, a librarian and an IT consultant but always knew that I was a writer. I now live deep in the heart of Suffolk with my wife, son and too many guitars.

And I’ve dropped by to share my Top Ten with you. Imagine Julie Andrews singing ‘A Few Of My Favourite Things’ if you will…

1 – My Top Starship

I think we all know one don’t we? That one? The one with the number NCC1701? Come on, even you non-Trekkies know that one.

Well, she’s not mine. My first love was the Fireball XL5, in all her black and white TV glory:-

fireball xl5

But much as I loved her when I was young and impressionable, my top starship is actually now my own creation – the USS Prospero, with Captain Jane Ferdinand at the helm. You can meet both of them in my next book As Dreams Are Made On. You can make up your own mind about what she (ship or captain) is like on March 7th.

2 – Top Robot/Android

No, not Data, the rather dull chap from Star Trek: The Next Generation. Sorry but he does nothing for me. Dull, dull, dull… I like a real robot. I’m torn between Maria, the Maschinenmensch of Fritz Lang’s 1927 silent movie ‘Metropolis’ and, of course, Forbidden Planet’s very own Robbie the Robot. In As Dreams Are Made On I needed a very, very adaptable android. So welcome aboard the T1000 from Terminator 2. I mixed the three and, voila, I had my gender-indeterminate, ultra-configurable, factotum R.E.L. (Robotic Empath Lifeform). Every home should have one, I think.

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3 – Top SF uniform

Sorry, but I have to default to the demands of my male hormones here and as much as I liked the styling of 2001: A Space Odyssey, and as much as I so, so admired Mr Spock’s blue shirt, pedal-pusher trousers and pixie boots there is only one SF uniform for me and that is 7 of 9’s cat suit from Star Trek Voyager. Not for me, of course – purely for Captain Ferdinand to wear, you understand.

star trek voyager

4 – Top Shakespeare Quote

Prospero’s farewell, the piece that is assumed to be Shakespeare’s retirement speech coming as it does in the play believed to be his last, The Tempest; it’s about life, art, all human endeavour, aspirations and, yes, dreams:

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 
As I foretold you, were all spirits and 
Are melted into air, into thin air: 
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, 
The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve 
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, 
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 
As dreams are made on, and our little life 
Is rounded with a sleep.

5 – Top place to write

Anywhere, anyhow, on anything really. The main thing is JFDI. My first book had huge chunks written on finger at a time on a smartphone on commuter trains in and out of London. By day I’m a mild mannered business analyst and I’d sit surrounded by suits and laptops amongst a sea of “action plans going forward”, “utilising synergies” and “granularity of data” while I typed a hot scene between my transvestite burlesque dancer and his gay lover.

6 – Top thing I love about writing

Creating, dreaming, letting your imagination run wild and then finding that the characters you’ve created are so real that they take over and you are actually writing their story for them and they won’t let you stop until they’ve finished.

7 – Top thing I hate about writing

Blurbs and synopses. Please, someone make an app that reads your book, analyses it and chucks out a short blurb, and a longer one and a synopsis. Frankly I usually don’t have a clue what I’ve written about and have to read it through and often find myself going “oh, I don’t remember that happening”.

8 – Top thing to do to avoid having to write

I play guitar, bass and ukulele and sing – well, when I say ‘sing’ I’m using the word in its broadest sense. I used to be terribly shy and nervous about it but now I’m up and strumming at the drop of a hat. In fact, can I do a number for you now?

9 – Top guitar

I’ve been playing guitar for <coughs> years now and have had some dire pieces of firewood to deal with as well as getting the chance to play some spectacularly fine vintage instruments. I’ve caressed a Martin acoustic, hit power chords on a 1958 Gibson Flying V and let a Les Paul scream through a Marshall stack but my favourite guitar is the one my wife bought me, my first ‘proper’ guitar; a midnight blue Fender Stratocaster. It’s the guitar that defines rock n roll with it’s curves, contours and body horns, its pickups that wail and bite, and its neck – as sleek as silk and smooth as glass. Oh yes.

10 – Top book

Mine? Winnie the Pooh. Can’t live without it, always by my side. It’s full of simple wisdom and the innocence of youth and never disappoints.

So what about you? What’s in your top ten, but most importantly, what’s your top book? And why?

asdreamsaremadeon_200x300Blurb:

A stricken starship, a captain lost in space; a beautiful alien girl, marooned and adrift in time; the perfect robotic servant. Can he help them come together and find the space and time for love?

Her starship, Prospero, out of control and hurtling toward an uncharted world, Captain Jane Ferdinand takes to the escape pods. Finding herself alone on an island, the last thing she expects to find is love Miranda, marooned since a baby with only her father, Jacques-Pierre, and their ultra-adaptable android servant, R.E.L, spends her time exploring her father’s books and dreaming of love. And on a night when a mysterious shooting star flashes across the horizon, she finally makes full use of R.E.L.’s adaptability to explore her emerging desires—desires that, with gentle guidance from Captain Ferdinand, help her discover her awakening sexuality.

But can her dreams and their love survive when R.E.L.’s gender adaptability threatens to come between them and Captain Ferdinand uncovers the secret that her father has kept from Miranda for twenty years?

Buy: As Dreams Are Made On


Excerpt:

“I am a woman, Miranda. Flesh and blood. The same as you.”

Miranda breathed in slowly, her gaze flitting from Ferdinand’s eyes to her lips.

“Yes. Yes. You are. Captain, kiss me again.”

Ferdinand sought her mouth now, more eagerly, and darted her tongue inside. The kiss was full and deep, both girls probing and tussling with their tongues as Ferdinand ran her fingers through Miranda’s long purple tresses. She felt Miranda put her hand on the small of her back, pushing harder, her other hand stroking her neck. She felt her body come alive to Miranda’s touch as her hands explored every inch of her back and shoulders, gently sliding over her uniform, tracing her spine and muscles through the tight material, kneading and caressing in turn.

Their mouths parted, tongues teasing until Ferdinand leaned to one side and danced a series of butterfly kisses on the smooth blue skin of Miranda’s neck and throat. Miranda gasped and slid her hand around from Ferdinand’s back and inched toward the curve of her breast.

“Captain…” Miranda whispered.

“Jane. It’s Jane,” Ferdinand replied in between the pattern of kisses she was placing on Miranda’s neck. Miranda inched her fingers toward Ferdinand’s breast until they gently brushed the smooth lower curve. She stopped.

“Jane, should I…”

“Yes, Miranda,” Ferdinand replied. She placed a hand on Miranda’s and gently moved it up until Miranda’s slim blue fingers covered her breast. “Let your emotions and desires tell you what to do.”

Ferdinand’s nipple hardened as Miranda gently explored the curve and outline of her breast through the tight silver of her uniform. Ferdinand released her hand and placed her own on Miranda’s pert, firm breast, feeling her nipple already hard through the silk. She circled the tight button with her thumb and felt Miranda mirror her movements.

They kissed again, deeply, as each felt the other’s soft curves and hard nipples, Miranda’s fingers exploring, Ferdinand’s confident and insistent. Ferdinand was wet now and wanted those smooth blue fingers to explore inside her. She knew she had to gently lead Miranda there, to teach her, guide her.

Buy: As Dreams Are Made On

Bio: Faberge Nostromo grew up in the East End of London before escaping to East Anglia. He has been a civil servant, a tea boy, sound engineer, a librarian, and an IT consultant, but always knew that he was a writer. He now lives deep in the heart of Suffolk with his wife, son, and too many guitars.

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