I am, right this instant, proof reading the formatting for "Quick-Fix Wedding." I also just realized it was Wednesday and that I need to post something. I don't want to run the risk of messing up my file now that I •think• I've got if formatted right, so no chapter today. That's ok, though, since with any luck, you'll be able to download it in its entirety for free by this time next week.
So instead, I have a very short bit of Loki and Thor flash fiction for you. I was going to add a photo, but Blogger has again decided not to acknowledge my Google Plus ap, so that's a no-go. No biggie, I bet you'll be able to picture what our favorite 8-year-old werewolf pups are up to without pictures. Enjoy!
Marissa watched with mixed horror and amusement has her step-sons tried to get the stray cat they'd adopted on vacation to stand still while they fitted a tiny cat-sized saddle onto it's back. With Lex in the house, being a cat god and a little odd in his intimate pastimes, she really didn't want to know where the saddle had come from. The sight of Loki and Thor playing dress-up with a mangy tomcat, though, was priceless.
House cats, even ferrel house cats, usually hated werewolves. Pablo was an exception. The boys had saved him from a fox their first night in Breckinridge. Loki and Thor had thought they were just chasing a fellow carnivore in a setting they wouldn't get in trouble for it. Pablo seemed to think he'd gained a pair of protectors. Marissa wondered if Pablo was regretting attaching himself to her boys yet.
"Come on, Pablo!" Loki moaned. "See? I even put tuna on it. You have to wear the bit for the bridle to fit properly!"
"It's fine," Loki said dismissively. "Let's do the scene."
Loki stuffed poor Pablo into a box--Pablo seemed to like the idea of hiding his shame in side it--and the closed the top. "Can I help you, sir?" He asked his brother, who was standing on the other side of the coffee table.
"Get me a horse," Thor said in his best actor's voice. Ah, she thought. They were acting out a scene of thier favorite movie, "Thor."
"We only have dogs, cats, and birds," Loki said meekly, not sounding like his mythological namesake at all.
"Then give me one big enough to ride," Thor replied arrogantly.
"Here you are, sir," Loki said as he placed Pablo in his box on the table. The sound of irritated tomcat sounded ominous from the depths of the closed box. Thor peeked inside and quickly slammed the box shut again when an orange paw, claws extended, swiped at him.
"This beast is not big enough to ride!" Thor said indignantly.
"He is now!" Loki said grinning madly as he threw something into the box with a flourish. The box began jumping and hissing as Pablo expressed his displeasure.
"Loki!" Thor said, jumping back theatrically. "I should have known you were behind this, brother!"
"Yes, you should have," Loki replied in a greasy accent with a very Tom Hiddle look on his face. Just then, the box erupted and Marissa's amusement died. Pablo was huge. And pissed. And still wearing the saddle, which had grown in size proportionate to the cat. Uh-oh, she thought. Maybe she should have considered where the boys had gotten a tiny saddle from after all.
Everything was a blur after that. Thor whooped and yelled for his twin to hold Pablo's reigns. Loki tried but the bit-less bridle slid right off the cat's head. Loki shouted about missing bridles as Thor tried to vault onto Pablo's back. Pablo tried to hide under the couch and panicked when he no longer fit. Thor managed to get on the cat's back just as Loki got the front door open. Pablo raced out the door with Thor clinging to him and whooping with glee. Loki shouted something about Fennir the Wolf before shifting and giving chase.
Marissa found herself standing shell-shocked in the mess that had been her tidy living room just a few moments ago. She blinked at the mess and slowly shut the door. Oh, goddess, she prayed silently, please let Christmas break be over with soon.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Howliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers.
Good news, RED LIONESS TAMED has been included in Smashwords' Premium Catalogue, and is also available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
Here's a continuation from last week's flash scene, Wolf Rancher to the Rescue. This time the heroine, Korinne, gets her say.
"How do you feel about wolves?"
Korinne despised her instant *what the unholy hell?* attraction to the large-framed man who stood in her cabin's doorway. She hated how much the snow-covered scenery made him look like a cowboy hero... just ready to help out the little lady who found herself in a trouble spot.
As she kept the rifle steady she couldn't help but notice how his coffee-brown Stetson only enhanced his rugged, he-man features -- how his eyes, his gaze was riveting to say the least. Embers burned in their dark golden depths, and she sensed there was much more to her rancher neighbor than she could ever guess at.
Although, her internal warning system wasn't screeching at her. Then again, Paul had all-too-successfully pulled the wool over her eyes long enough to marry her. He'd gained her trust by acting like the perfect loving husband. Once he got hold of her banking info, he'd wiped out her substantial accounts, and disappeared -- likely to London where his sister supposedly lived.
Still... yielding to her compassionate nature -- against her better judgement -- Korinne spoke the words allowing Mr. Big Ole Rancher to shut the door, and ease his substantial yet obviously hard-muscled body toward her well-tended fire... that is, after giving him a warning. And she meant every last damn word of it too, down to her cold toes.
Dammit! He looked like a man who could take care of himself, though. So unlike her stupid effing betraying ex... but oh yeah, she did have plans for Paul's unsuspecting ass -- once her cousin spied out idiot-butt's location.
At least, she'd had enough sense not to tell him about her personal stash of gold and silver coins. Thanks to her late father's sage advice.
Plus, by living like a pauper and hiding out, she'd cut all her ties with the high-powered world she'd grown up in -- especially with those who would have tried to get their grimy slimy paws on the last of her wealth.
"Hungry?" she asked abruptly, once her uninvited guest had slowly lowered himself, hunkering close to the fire.
He swept his Stetson off revealing a thick springy mane of darkish auburn hair... well-trimmed, but attractively curling on his neck and beneath his ears. Stop it! Korinne ordered herself.
Korinne had been about to eat the bubbling onion and root stew she'd put together early in the morning. A woman had to keep her strength in these Montana wilds.
And hell, Drey Valence certainly looked like the type who could pack a meal away. If he did follow through on his words... well, Korinne accepted all the help she could get these days. She'd learned fast how to be humble and thankful for those who helped her.
"Smells good. Be glad for a meal, Miss -- ?"
"Korinne," she supplied, while trying not to be drawn into his compelling gaze. The man knew his way around the rich and powerful, if that piercing look was any indication.
"Miss Korinne," he deeply rumbled, as if he tasted her name and found it delicious.
"Just Korinne." By her own ear, wariness and acid tinged her tone. And why shouldn't it?
Keeping the rifle clutched in one hand, she moved toward the fireplace. "What's the name of your ranch?" Might as well get as much detail as possible, just in case she needed it... if he turned out to be a varmint, as they said in these parts.
'Course, he could lie his ass off... what did his horse-riding butt look like?... the forbidden thought flitted by. Dammit, her sex drive had been non-existent... that is, until now.
Okay, Drey didn't appear to be the type who lied easily, yet there was an undercurrent, definitely a deep undercurrent to him that had her intrigued yet feeling real careful about finding out.
"Shining Creek is the name," he answered. "Not real manly as I've been told." He loosed a quick low chuckle. "But when I was walkin' the land before buyin', it was springtime. The creeks shone in the sunlight, and were runnin' high from snow runoff."
"Easy access to water here. One reason I settled on this cabin." Korinne placed the rifle on its rack beside the fireplace. It was in ready reach, still close to the door, as well as the only window.
"Bison meat?" he asked, referring to the strong fragrance of the stew filling the cabin's small interior.
"Organic bison meat. Try to get the best I can afford. What type of ranch? I haven't seen any cattle up this way."
"Run some cattle, longhorns mostly. Small dairy herd too. Have a hankerin' for real cream in my coffee." He paused, his gaze searching her face as Korinne leaned an elbow on the hearth's small mantle. "Be glad to bring you milk, butter, and cream," he added.
Korinne didn't miss the enticement subtly lacing his voice. Good lord, he knew how to torture her. Real cream. Real ice cream. That's why she always stopped in at Kalindi's malt shop while in Talbot's Peak.
"Somehow I can't see you milking a cow." Korinne let herself relax just a bit.
"On a bet, yep. But the girls are skittish of me so one of my cowhands does the regular milkin'."
"Run a big operation, do you?"
"Nope. Just enough to live well, Korinne. Got no hankerin' for handouts, for being dependent on anyone else."
Several responses were on the tip of her tongue. Instead, Korinne remained silent. None of them seemed particularly smart in this situation. "It's snowing again," she reported.
"Heard on the shortwave there was a possible bad snowstorm movin' in." Turning on his haunches, Drey craned his neck gazing out her window for moments. "Got a confession, Korinne."
"Oh, really." Korinne felt her eyebrows shoot toward her low ceiling. Even though, her hand itched to grab the rifle, she didn't. Not yet.
Drey stayed hunkered down, but his gaze captured her. "Truth is, I was concerned for you. Why I came up this way on the snowmobile."
"Let me guess. It's not broken, right?"
He hesitated only an instant. "Nope."
Some part of her felt stunned by her sudden predicament. Some part of her figured, yeah just another man and his lies. And she'd just stupidly made herself prey.
Yet, Korinne couldn't deny the real concern in Drey's gaze -- so similar to her dad when he'd been really worried over her welfare.
"Whatever," she sang snarkily. "The way the snow's falling now, you'd never make it back safe."
"Not ridin' that small mechanical beast. Too many large drifts, given the lay of my land."
Korinne stifled her sigh and averted her gaze. "Stew comin' up." She spoke in the local twang, then turned toward her small wood cookstove.
She owned not a clue about how to handle this more-than-awkward, possibly dangerous situation. Other than stay close to her rifle. Or be ready to pull the knife sheathed inside her boot. Until then...
Korinne reached up grabbing hold of the only other bowl she owned besides the one she used daily. Behind her, she heard crackling sparks as Drey place another log on the fire.
At least, he hadn't said something lame like he wasn't going to harm her. Hell, the man was damn effing dangerous. Every line of him told her that. But was he dangerous to her?
If not, he was certainly dangerous as far as her resurrected libido was concerned. Even the timbre of this voice steamed her insides, right down to her warming-up toes.
"Never been much for cookin'. I'm gonna enjoy this." He spoke at her approach.
"Yeah... well, just don't get used to it." Korinne handed him the over-filled bowl, careful not to touch his fingers with hers. "I've never been much for cooking up big spreads," she added.
Drey merely gave her big ole sexy grin as he settled himself crosslegged before the fire. He sniffed appreciatively for long moments.
Korinne seated herself on the edge of her wooden rocking chair. Keeping one eye on her 'guest', she let her hunger take over. They ate in silence.
Nearly finished, Drey stopped and pinned her with his oddly brilliant gaze. "How do you feel about wolves?" ~~~~~~
Have a Magickal Holiday Season...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance
Monday, December 9, 2013
Posted by Pat C.
“Is this everybody?” Mistress Penelope did a slow-mo turn in Java Joe’s cramped back room, more to show off her skintight rhinestoned catsuit than to do a check of the roster. Satisfied on both counts, Penelope announced, “All right, then. This meeting of the Talbot’s Peak Ladies Society Wednesday Afternoon Book Club is hereby called to order.”
“That's ten minutes right there," Ziva said. "We need a shorter name."
Jamie raised his hand. “Point of order here. I ain’t no lady.”
“None of us is, sweetie. It’s just an expression. And we had a shorter name, but the Lusty Ladies Book Meet got us too much of the wrong attention.”
Mary Ewing waved for an explanation. “Men wanted in,” Penelope said, moving her lips slowly so Mary could follow. “They weren’t into reading, either.”
“Unless the book in question was The Joy of Sex.” Greely made a face. “I dated one of those guys once. ‘Joy’ and ‘sex’ were mutually exclusive terms in his case.”
“Now that we’ve discouraged the bad element,” Penelope said, “we can get on with our meetings in peace. Get to the good stuff, as it were.” She took her seat and crossed her legs in a prim move that made Ziva snicker. “Who wants to start?”
To no one’s surprise, Jamie raised his hand again. “Another classic from—” Ziva coughed into her hand. “Tempest Arouz?”
“Why don’t we just cut the crap? It’s Lamar. Everybody knows it.”
“I’m all for it. I like a good male-on-male tale,” Penelope said. Heads nodded around the circle. “Is he going to write another one about Dillon and Coltrain?”
“As a matter of fact … ” Jamie stood. He faced Mary so she could read his lips, but spoke to the entire group. He held up a sheaf of papers. “Lamar just sent this one off to his publisher. It doesn’t even have a cover yet.” He shot a glance at Penelope. “You’ll probably want to make one up.”
“If it has hot parts. Does it have hot parts?”
“C'mon. Lamar wrote it. It’s all one big hot part. The readers get so wiped out by the time the real sex happens it’s like overkill.”
Ziva leaned forward, nearly tipping her coffee mug. “Does Dillon stop being the world’s biggest douche and finally admit how much Colt means to him?”
"You know I can't spill that. We’re going for a series here. Y’can’t throw everything into the pot first time out. What’ll you do in the next six books?”
Penelope immediately pounced on the “we” and got the hot blush she was looking for. “I’m helping out with this one. Kind’a. Colt’s a photographer. Lamar keeps bugging me for tips.”
“I’ll just bet he does,” Penelope murmured. “Speaking of tips, have you had a chance to test that advice I gave you?”
Just when you thought a red wolf couldn’t get any redder. All the ladies giggled at the tint of Jamie’s skin. “I thought we were talking about fiction here.”
Taking pity, Penelope said, “All right. Back to the business at hand.”
“Does he?” Greely asked. “With his hand. That scene in the last book was one of my favorites.”
“It goes a ways past hands in this one. If I say any more I’ll wreck the plot.”
Mary was gesturing frantically. “Out the door and to your right,” Ziva said.”
“Ain’t that,” Jamie said. “You haven’t read this series yet, have you? Okay. Dillon’s a cop and Colt’s a crime photographer. They solve mysteries, then they—” At a loss for the word for “fuck” in sign language, Jamie settled for jabbing his forefinger through a circle of his thumb and index finger. Mary nodded, understanding.
"Dillon’s a real hard case,” Greely said. “Closeted as all get out.”
“Can’t imagine who Lamar based him on,” Ziva said.
“And where’s the hot Latin sex?” Penelope said. “Lamar always writes these smoldering Hispanic characters. Dillon and Coltrain? Has he gone Anglo on us?”
“Dillon’s mom was an illegal Mexican. It’s one of the secrets he keeps bottled up. It’s why he’s so randy in bed. All that frustration’s gotta blow off somehow.”
Greely bounced up and down on her chair. “Excerpt! Excerpt!”
“Lessee.” Jamie riffled through the pages. He cleared his throat. “Dillon ripped the newspaper from Colt’s hands. ‘I don’t want to read about it,’ he growled. ‘I want to do it. I want to do you.’ ’So what’s stopping you?’ Colt said. 'This.’ Dillon tore Colt’s belt away and practically ripped the zipper down its length. ‘And this.’ He hooked his fingers into the elastic rim of Colt’s briefs. His eyes dared Colt to stop him, to tell him anything but yes.” Jamie looked up from the pages. “You hear something?”
“Just my heartbeat and a lot of ragged breathing,” Ziva said. “Don’t stop now.”
Suddenly the ventilation grate near the ceiling popped off. A huge snake slithered down the wall to form a coil on the floor. The coil reared up and turned into Lamar. He glowered at Jamie.“So this is what you do on Wednesdays. Darkroom, my ass.”
“It’s a room,” Jamie stammered. “It’s dark.”
“This is why you can’t be with me? Because you have to be with—” He looked around. “Hey. You’re all women.”
“Last time we checked.” Penelope took command. “We’re a book club. We’re big fans of Tempest Arouz and her work. I’m the one who coerced Jamie into giving us previews. You’re fast, but it’s still a long wait between books.”
“And we’re going nuts with this whole Dillon/Coltrain thing,” Greely put in. “They should … ” She broke off and stared at the nothing between Lamar’s legs. “Where’s your ding-dong?”
“Somebody else explain to the frog that snakes are built differently. So that’s it?” Lamar said to Penelope. “You dragged my boyfriend away from me so you could talk about books?”
“So we could talk about dirty books,” Ziva corrected. “There’s a big difference. I’m assuming you read 50 Shades?”
“Couldn't get past the first twenty pages.” Lamar sniffed. “Christian's a rank amateur. Why am I only hearing about this group now?”
“Well … ” Jamie’s blush achieved a whole new level of red. “I know you think I don’t like what you write, but I do, really. Only if you knew that, you’d want to … ”
Lamar grinned. “Do all the stuff in the books?”
We thought you were already, Mary signed.
“We’re fascinated by the creative process,” Penelope said. “Could you tell us where you got the idea for the series? And why a series? You’ve only written standalones up until now.”
“That’s because up until now I was standing alone.” Lamar had no trouble switching over from miffed to center of their rapt attention. “Now that I’m in a committed relationship, I want to explore that in my writing. Hence the continuing story of Dillon and Colt.” He hooked his arm around Jamie’s waist and yanked the uncomfortable wolf against his naked serpentine body. “Let me tell you what prompted that scene my biggest fan here was reading.”
“How much of it was based on real life?” Ziva wanted to know.
Lamar’s grin got bigger. “Funny you should ask.”
# # #
Out in the coffee shop, two cowboys on a break listened to the peals of laughter echoing from behind the door to the back room. One of them sent a questioning look at the barista. “Book club,” the Goslin girl said with a shrug.
The cowboy snorted. “You kidding me? Books? They sit around reading? They call that fun?” He slurped a mouthful of coffee. “Women. They don’t know how the hell to have a really good time.”
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Posted by Solara
Sorry no post this week gang! DP and I are under the weather. We're on the mend. Pris is working with me to get my latest entry for Cascade Bay finished so I can begin edits before submitting. Too cold to do more than cuddle under blankets with the other Spice here at the homestead and administrate some well need TLC for all of us. I promise there is more to come for Rachel and Tyburn. Until next week, remember to read a good book or two, then share them with your spice and loves. I know I am and will be! Oh, this other sign gets me giggling when you think of the irony of it.
Smiles and Giggles,
Friday, December 6, 2013
Posted by Serena Shay
Happy Friday, Ya'll!
I feel like a kindergartener stand up for show and tell...a HUGE smile on my face and my pretty, pretty picture on display! In this case it's the new cover to my recently sold, second book in the Northwood Jags series, erotic novel!
Huh. See now I have a picture of that in my head and I really need to edit that first line! Let's try this...
I feel like
Yeah, that works better. What? Oh, erotic book club, you didn't know Talbot's Peak had one of those? Yep, they sure do. It's held in a back room at Java Joes. Marissa relegated them there when Mistress P decided to learn Photoshop and took great joy in producing explicit book covers. She's been missing Burgess something fierce.
Anyway, no, Penny did not produce my book cover. That came from the wonderful Liquid Silver Books art dept.! Didn't they do an awesome job!
The Submission is set to release on 1/27/14...check out the blurb below. I'm still working on edits so an excerpt will come at a later date. :)
Blurb: Two is better than one. Most would agree with that statement, but not full-blooded shifter LeAnn Turone. To accept her need for multiple partners means facing a lifetime in a one-sided triad. She’s better off denying her heritage even if that means walking away from two of the most delectable alpha males she’s ever met.
Rick Taylor and Trent Warren each think they’ve found their mate in LeAnn, but a midnight meeting deep in the woods proves them wrong. Not only do they both long to connect to the sexy, but skittish, female they also find themselves attracted to one another.
Each member of this triad must free themselves from the fear of the future and submit to the greater power of love.
Stay warm, wallow in your own special brand of wickedness and have a wonderful weekend!
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Red Lioness Tamed
Adventures of Sun Rocket, Book 1
A Shapeshifter Sci Fi Erotic Romance Novella
~ Starring ~
Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan
Captain Draxen Z of the Venture
Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather.
Adventures of Sun Rocket, Book 1
A Shapeshifter Sci Fi Erotic Romance Novella
~ Starring ~
Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan
Captain Draxen Z of the Venture
Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather.
What does a lioness shifter do when she's suddenly trapped in an unknown space cruiser's cargo hold? Then, despite her ability to savagely defend herself, she's trapped beneath the swashbuckling but human Captain.
And next, cat-scratching ridiculously, she finds herself carnal-trapped, and meow yowl! bound by leather straps in his bed?
Answer: She fights tooth and claw.
Problem: The loner Captain is nova-hot at seducing her.
Shapeshifter lovers, if yer partial to a futuristic adventurous romp of lust and love on the high celestial seas of space...if you have a yen for those cat shifter types, lament no longer.
And watch out if yer a bad kitty shifter roaming and plundering the galactic ports, and the outpost cities, there’s a kick-ass Red Lioness on your fleeing furry tail.
It's the year 3051 on Terra-Mars, the homeworld of 'Sun Rocket' Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan. Orbiting the planet, Mars, Terra-Mars is a terra-formed moon from a thousand years past.
Warning: Contains capture and bondage by a swashbuckling space captain who has a yen for sex with his partially shifted red lioness woman. [see cover art depiction]
Sun Rocket and Draxen
Sun Rocket and Draxen
Year 3051, according to the relic Earth calendar preserved on Terra-Mars
"Frax! My brain feels like it’s been spun out of cobwebs." Sun Rocket squeezed her eyelids open and shut several times. Anything to clear her head.
Aware she lay on a hard metallic surface, Sun Rocket slightly altered her position. After blowing out a large breath, she attempted to open her eyes.
"Frax it to the sun! More cobwebs," she angrily complained.
Pressing her hand over her eyes, Sun Rocket sniffed carefully. Sterile, her surroundings, except for harmless micro dust – except for her – about half a day away from a bath or a good tongue licking.
Experimentally she shoved with her foot. Half her usual body weight. She was probably inside some cargo hold, orbiting or...
Cargo hold. What the–? Sun Rocket shot up to a sitting position. Her head spun at some undefined warp speed.
Blinking rapidly, she forced one eye to remain open. Ubiquitous gray cargo containers were randomly stacked around her. "How the friggin' frax...?"
She fought to stand upright, assisted by the lessened gravity, and crashed into a tall stack of empty containers. Stumbling into more containers, she kicked at them, managing to knock them out of her way while her head whirled like a new-forming galaxy.
"Not like there's going to be a port window in here," she muttered derisively. Both eyes open now, Sun Rocket watched the wall circle before her impaired vision as if a dimensional portal opened.
Steadier and steadier on her feet, her brain cobwebs clearing, Sun Rocket automatically reached for her left-flank phase pistol.
"Dang the villain!...of course," she reminded herself a split second later. All her weapons would have been stripped during beam transport into the space craft's hold.
But, whose cargo hold?
Frustrated, wild, Sun Rocket lashed out at the nearest containers. Her combat-trained kicks scattered them, semi-floating the giant cubes away from her.
Spying a dark, glass-looking monitor at the top of the hold, she flung the nearest containers beneath it. Rapidly, Sun Rocket threw the airtight cubes together building a tower.
Heedless of the consequences, she leapt up the huge makeshift steps. Sun Rocket pressed her palms against the wall, and stood on tiptoe. Leaning forward, she tried to examine the reddish convex monitor, still inches above her head – not a type she'd seen before.
"Get down from there!" a highly irritated male voice commanded in third galactic vernacular.
Wobbling precariously, Sun Rocket knelt on one knee. "Not like I can't land on my feet like a cat," she murmured, amused.
Gazing down toward the voice's origin, she saw the fierce male's flowing locks – well past his shoulders. For a nano-instant, the dark red and amber coloring transfixed her, pleased her.
With his fists planted on his lean hips, the humanoid male glared at her as if she dared interrupt him during his favorite meal. From her vantage point, he looked a holoromance buccaneer – a fricken fine one.
Sleekly built, he reminded her of a racing cheetah from her homeworld – yet compared favorably to one of the holoprogram's beautifully muscled heroes.
Even his garments – a style unknown to Sun Rocket in her far-flung galactic travels tracking down, capturing, or if necessary, eliminating cat shapeshifters who had gone bad – well purrs, by her discriminating eye the attractive clothing was reminiscent of ancient Earth's movie-star swashbucklers.
"Who are you?" she called down to him, then rested on her haunches. It was her good-luck moon, she remained in human form. Not every galactic race 'appreciated' feline shapeshifters. To put it tuna-fish mildly.
"This is my vessel. Get down now!"
Frax, Sun Rocket was surprised smoke didn't billow forth from his ears and his mouth. If he'd been a dragon shifter she'd likely be coughing out lungfuls of nasty smoke.
"You failed to answer my question," she flung down to him, even as she tensed to do battle.
Ominously he placed his finger on his belt. He pressed, eliminating the weak gravity field. Her tower of containers floated, as she now floated, helpless.
The next moment Sun Rocket felt the pull of gravity, and she plummeted downward. Forcing herself not to shift, and land on her four cat paws, Sun Rocket twisted to land in a roll.
Enemy or not, Draxen admired the sleek power and the beautiful round curves of the woman preparing to land. If she had been in trouble, he would have caught her, captured her, then discovered who she was – and how she'd gotten in the way of his vessel's transport beam, whether intentionally or not.
Her unusual female fragrance, a blend of fiery heat and earthy musk, caused his blood to simmer with lust. His cock jerked to life, and as he watched her mane of flaming red hair fly out behind her, his pants tightened uncomfortably.
Gods, his carnal appetite had always been for redheaded women. Special delivery from fate? he asked, as she athletically landed, and rolled.
Draxen launched himself above her, wanting immediate control of her. He also wanted to know how sex-delicious she felt against him.
The woman yielded to his capture, even as he felt the ready-to-spring strength of her muscles. Draxen trapped her hands beneath his, and pouncing like a primitive, he partially covered her curvaceous body.
Her desire to fight him hummed through Draxen, yet she regarded him, cool as ice. Her eyes, stunning in their beauty, held no fear – the sparks of defiance kept veiled, hidden beneath the aqua shimmer of her steady gaze.
Draxen yielded to his own desire, studying her features – exotic high cheek bones, the strong face of a woman warrior, a naturally stubborn jaw.
In equal balance her face was sensually created, her lips full, luscious – her skin ivory, tinted with gold. He could have kissed the upturned tip of her adorable nose. Instead he stared at her tantalizing mouth.
"You could introduce yourself. Now that you have me at your mercy." Her tone offered no challenge, yet brooked no nonsense from him.
"Your body begs to be with a man, intruder. Do you belong to any man now?"
Either his Creator smiled upon him, or guffawed over His trickery. Draxen wasn't certain which, given he sailed the galactic sea toward Uresch in search of a suitable woman. One who could fool his family and the bevy of women they would sunrise-surely have lined up for him.
"What a charming compliment. How am I to answer without a proper introduction?"
She mocked him, her tone subtle. As the silence stretched between them, her gaze wavered not one micro-bit, demanding his respect.
"You are aboard my vessel without invitation or authorization. I require your title, your name." Draxen spoke officially, sternly, when all he wanted was to taste how sumptuous her lips really were...then...
"Why should I trust such knowledge to you? When I don't know where I am. Or how I precisely ended up here." Defiance flashed her eyes, then fierceness took over.
"What do you remember?" Draxen decided another course was needed if he was to gain answers – if he was to gain what his cock now begged for.
Fates be kind, her silky green-golden bodysuit clung to every curve and was so thin...
Draxen refocused on her face. The transport beam must have scrambled her most recent memories because she closed her eyes to recall.
"Spurnia," she murmured, "the coast city of Brill...I was walking along the dock...going to meet a friend..." She halted, concentrating, frowning.
"We ate a small meal together at an outdoor fishery...oh, I remember. She wanted help locating her brother. He's on a pleasure cruise, the Xroj quadrant. They hadn't heard from him as he'd promised...and I have connections...I know I was walking back, another route...I like to watch the spaceships glide overhead, and land at the intergalactic port."
Draxen watched her pause, attempt to focus – to catch any glimpse of what came next in her mind.
"I docked at the intergalactic port," he offered. "Minor repairs. Supplies...spoke with an acquaintance over space brews." Never mind the acquaintance had handed over the latest defense device on the black market – for a hefty price, paid for in Jerobb healing tea.
"There's no cargo in here. What did you transport on board?" She eyed him with some suspicion.
"My sister's wedding gift. One of them. A premium saddle for her racing llama."
"Oh..." she burst out, obviously realizing what must have occurred. "Oh no...I stopped at a pen of tiger-horses...to pet them. They were near the tack market...where you beamed up your saddle. Oh noooo," she moaned.
"Wrong place, wrong time," Draxen uttered, even as he wondered if it 'really' was the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or had fate played its hand? Intervened for him, his own special delivery.
"Return me," she announced, as if all he had to do was make a quick U-turn, drop her off, then head on his way.
"That was two ports ago. I can't spare the time."
She blinked. "How long have I been in here?" Alarm and anger rang inside her voice.
"Two and a half days' flight time for me."
Irate, she stared at him, her eyes burning aqua jewels. "You can't keep me here."
"No. My cargo hold could be destroyed. How about enjoying the favors of my bed?"
She wanted to claw his eyes out. He witnessed it in the blazing depths of her eyes. Her hands clenched beneath his, strong for their smallish size.
"Leave me at the next port," she suggested evenly.
"At Uresch?" He raised his brows, waited.
Widening her eyes, she pumped several breaths in and out. "No, thank you." Draxen felt her pulse race with fear before she spoke again. "I have no desire to be enslaved to a male's ludicrous rutting whims."
"Virgin?" he inquired, knowing it was unlikely – yet she wasn't a female panting after any suitable male. That was star-point clear.
"Because I refuse sex enslavement," she glared furiously, "you consider me a possible virgin?"
"I consider you perfect for my rutting loins."
"Quite obvious!" Her gaze was leaping fire. "Given the intruding size of your shaft."
She pushed her hands against his, protesting. In a bid for freedom she twisted beneath him. When he kept her pinned, she tested his strength for several moments.
"Get off!" she warned, her eyes absolutely beautiful in their savagery.
Trusting his luck to fate, why not? With his curiosity as aroused as his cock, Draxen didn't 'get off' her.
She exploded beneath him, writhing so swiftly, so powerfully, she escaped his hold. Rolling, she gained her feet in one lithe move.
He sprang up, and they faced each other.
Braced for battle, her eyes gleaming like a warrioress, she demanded, "Leave me at the port after Uresch."
"I can't, lovely one. My sister's wedding waits for no one."
She didn't bother with speech. She launched an attack, not to harm him...at first. With expert jabbing punches, she measured his ability to counter her moves.
Quickly their contest escalated. Their hands and feet flew, slapping hard against each other. Thuds of flesh and bone – their elevated breathing – were the only sounds as they fought, as they searched for each other's combat weakness.
The "lovely one" only gave way before his power moves – merely spinning away, then trapping him with her superior agility.
On and on, they challenged each other, as if they battled in a Nikrib contest arena. The instant his smashing blows nearly gained him possession of her, she whipped away, and sprang on top of a container.
From that height, she drove her heel into his jaw. Draxen reeled for a moment. He'd been too slow in avoiding her next blow.
Hold the sweet galactic stars!
The flame-haired beauty proved to be a far more experienced fighter than he'd first thought. She'd been around the galaxy, obvious as asteroids to him now.
She knew exactly how to fight the likes of him. Further, from all indications, she was not desirous of his bed favors.
Soon to be changed, he decided.
Draxen figured his optimal tactic would be fighting her to exhaustion. Fortunately, he flew through a relatively benign area on his space route. And owned the time.
Balancing on the balls of his feet, Draxen followed her feline-agile leaps as she positioned herself. He charged, prepared to capture the woman who had his balls tied in a hellish knot.
Copyright 2013 Savanna Kougar
All rights reserved
Originally published by Liquid Silver Books, 2008
Cover Artist: David Burton
The original painting by artist, David Burton, is owned by Savanna Kougar
Originally Published 2008
Original Editor, Jean Cooper
This book has been revised by the author, Savanna Kougar.
Reissued by Purple Silk Books, 2013
29,685 word novella, total words: 34,480 appr.
Includes an action flash scene, The Capture of BusterBalls
and a long interview with Sun Rocket Kahoqua
~~~ Sun Rocket and Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~~~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers