Tuesday, 24 June 2014

where I let you share...

Because I'm nice like that. Although I was tempted to keep them for myself...

Meet The Warriors

(See? Now you know why I didn't want to share)

Hello, lovely peeps. I know this has a certain case of déjà vu about it, but, yep, I'm here again with the lovely Raven. This time I've brought my sexy Aliens with me.
Tell me what springs to your mind immediately when you hear Aliens?
Is it this kind?     

Well, up until recently I would have said yes to that, and then I got somewhat hooked on Sci-Fi Erotica and the endless possibilities and permutations you can come up with. For an Author it’s a veritable smorgasbord of inspiration, a clear playing field to let your imagination run amok. My muse certainly got her teeth well and truly into these particular Aliens.
Mine tend to look more like this.

Now, imagine if you will that these Aliens stand at just under seven feet tall, are a fierce warrior race, and that a war rages between them. Now imagine that against all the odds two warring warriors meet, and fall in love, yet that love can never be….
Enter one human heroine and what do you get?
One hot and emotional story, that's what.
Don't just take my word for it though. Check out this excerpt to whet your appetite. Taken by her Alien Warriors is the first in a new M/M/F series. Book 2 has been submitted, and book 3 and 4 are in the planning stages. Told you my muse fell in love with these warriors.
What was wrong with her today? She loved Zorran, and, yet, she sat here lusting after a man she barely knew, and a gay man at that. Only he wasn’t gay, was he? He’d fathered little Magnuss after all, and there was no doubt that she aroused him. The hard ridge straining the fabric of his tunic looked huge, and once he sobered, the intensity of his azure gaze pinned her in place as though he’d bound her to the chair. And that really shouldn’t turn her on more.
“Oh, you will sleep with me, starting tonight, in fact.”
She shook her head, and his gaze burnt hotter at her denial.
“I won’t…please…. I can’t. I don’t know you. I’m…I’ve never done this before.”
Heat burned her cheeks at her halting admission, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the intensity of his gaze either. He’d gone so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.
“There’s a first time for everything, my sweet.” The endearment rolled off his tongue, and she blinked when he hooked one foot around the leg of her chair and scooted it closer to him until their knees were touching. He gripped the back of her chair either side of her shoulders, and smiled when she pressed back as far as she could, which wasn’t very far at all. She was trapped and the thought of being at this Drakan’s mercy made her breathing speed up.
“I knew he hadn’t touched you. I can smell your innocence.” Her throat went dry as his gaze dropped to her lips, and she resisted the urge to run her tongue over the soft flesh to moisten them. He dipped his head and inhaled deeply against her neck, and a shudder went through her as he scraped his fangs along her rapidly beating pulse point. He took her hand and held it against his groin. A groan trembled through him when she instinctively curled her fingers around his hot, pulsing length.
“And it makes me rock hard for you. I want nothing more than to sink this cock hilt-deep into your sweet little virgin pussy, until you scream my name while you’re gushing around my dick.” Ornack pulled back enough to study her, and a shiver went down her spine. He meant every word he said, and her body responded to the carnal desire in his deep voice with a hot rush of liquid between her thighs. His nostrils flared and his horns seemed to grow in front of her eyes, as though they had a mind of their own. Ornack’s low growl forced her to tear her gaze away from that particular part of his body. Magnuss’s had been soft like warm butter under her chin, she remembered that now. She couldn’t help but wonder what his would feel like, but she daren’t move to touch them. He seemed too on the edge as it was, and she got the distinct impression that touching his horns would only result in one thing. Her being bent over the table and fucked so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. A whimper escaped her at the thought, and his knowing grin mocked her.
“And you’d let me do just that, wouldn’t you, sweet thing. I can smell how wet you are for me. If I ran my hand under your skirt, it would be soaked with your essence, and you would beg me to take you, wouldn’t you?”
She shook her head and winced when he grasped her hair and pulled her head back. With his large hand wrapped in her long tresses, she couldn’t move. As it was, her scalp stung with the force he used and her useless body responded with a heated wave of arousal that left her breathless and needy.
“Answer me.” His voice dropped further, and the low, deadly command behind those two words gave her no choice but to respond.
“Yes, what?”
Confused, she looked up at him, and his harsh expression softened.
“Yes, what would you let me do?” he asked.
“Yes, I’d let you fuck me.” She whispered the words. Shame and arousal warred inside of her in equal measures. Shame that she acted like the wanton hussy she had been trained to be, and yet she couldn’t help but respond to this man. She wanted to sink to her knees to do his bidding, to lose herself in the knowledge that she was at his mercy, to know that she would please him with her body and her actions. Not because he ordered her to, but because she wanted to. That deeply submissive part buried in her psyche blossomed under the dominance he exerted with the tone of his voice alone.
“And therein lies the problem,” he said.
She blinked when he let her go and got up so abruptly that his chair clattered to the floor with a loud bang. It seemed to echo around the still room, and she stared up at him in shock.
What the hell had just happened there?
“Problem?” she asked, and he held out a hand to her and nodded. Without thinking, she placed hers in his, and he pulled her to her feet.
“Yes, problem,” he said. “If I just wanted a fuck, there are any number of willing bodies I could use, but I want more than that.” He paused and used his free hand to tip her chin up. She couldn’t have looked away from him if she wanted to, too caught up in the maelstrom of emotions swirling in his blue eyes. They truly were the windows to one’s soul. Her mum had always said so, but surrounded by the black-eyed, seeming emotionless Cirrions, Gemini had forgotten that little saying. This Drakan, however, made no attempt to hide his emotions, and the room spun as she struggled to breathe.
“I want it all, Gemini. I want a mate. I want my mate, and I want her to come to me of her own free will. I don’t want a simple fuck toy. I want a mother for my son, and a mate to stand by me, not because she has no choice, but, because she needs me as much as I need her. I realize this will go against anything you’ll have been taught on Cirrion, but here, on Drakan and as my wife, you’ll be my equal in all things bar the bedroom. Do you understand what I’m saying here, Gemini?”
Did she? Her befuddled brain could hardly make sense of anything anymore. Exhaustion pulled her under, mentally and physically, as all the events of the day crashed over her.
“You don’t want me either,” she said, and she hated how small and pathetic her voice sounded.
 His growl in answer shook the room, and her pussy clenched in desperate need at the animalistic sound, rumbling from his huge chest.
“I’m going to kill that ass of a Cirrion when he gets his butt back here, for making you doubt yourself like that.” He yanked her up against his long, hard body until her breasts were flattened into his chest and his erection dug into her belly. It caused the most delicious trembles of need that started in her clit and made her wrap her arms around his huge shoulders. Ornack groaned into her hair and he grasped her ass cheeks and lifted her higher. Her legs went round his waist of her own accord, and his still-covered cock jerked against her wet slit.
Gemini’s hips took on a life of their own, and she rubbed herself up and down the rock hard length of him until she wanted to scream with the need to come.
“Please…please.” She didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him, and Ornack swore and sunk his fangs into the fleshy part of her shoulder where it met her neck.
White-hot arousal surged through her veins like molten lava and stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her orgasm ripped through her in waves of heat, as he sucked her life essence and thrust against her. Every suck prolonged the trembles shaking her body until he finally withdrew his fangs and licked her wound.
She slumped in his arms and Ornack tightened his hold on her. Aftershocks shivered through her when he nuzzled into her neck and she could feel his lips curve up into a smile at her long drawn out moan of pleasure.
“Does that convince you that I want you, my silly little human? I wanted you from the minute I caught your scent stepping off Zorran’s ship. You’re mine now, and tomorrow we’ll stand up in front of witnesses, and let everyone see my mark. For now, you’ll sleep with me.” He chuckled at her moan of denial. “Yes, sleep as in sleep, not fuck. When the time comes for me to claim you, I want you awake, wet, and wanting, and in no doubt who owns you, mind, body, and soul, and then, and only then, will you have my cock…and my heart.”

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, public exhibition, HEA]
The men of any species have needs…
Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?
Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires.  Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.
With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men's relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can't.
From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.
There's only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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  1. Thanks for sharing my Alien Warriors, Raven :-)

  2. Yep, I vote for Dori's aliens LOL
    Happy release day!

    1. Lol, yeah, am rather fond of my version too ;-) Thanks, Kiru.