Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release, Rescued by her Alien Warriors.
Imagine, if you will, Earth in the not too distant future. The planet has been wrecked by wars and pollution, until not much of the once shimmering ball of blue remains. The Humans who are unfortunate enough to still live on the planet, live a hand to mouth existence under constant threat from alien invasion. A war rages in the galaxy, with earth caught in the middle.
Now imagine you’re a young widow with a small child—a traumatized child at that, who witnessed her father being torn apart by Cirrion raiders, and you’re trying to survive on this increasingly hostile earth.
No help is to be had from humans, they only want Sapphyre for one thing, and desperate as my heroine is, she will not sell her body.
Time runs out the day Tamask slave drivers decide that little Jayde would make the perfect commodity, and Sapphyre literally has to fight for her life, and that of her daughter. As fate would have it, that’s also the day two honourable Drakans make a visit planet side.
Being confronted with mother and child, there’s only one thing Alzaar and Bentaan can do…
[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois, M/M/F, with M/M elements, HEA]
A warship is no place for a human mother and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second-in-command, Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least, because their instincts scream at them that she is the one woman who can turn them into a family again.
Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn't want her on board the ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world. If only her heart wasn't involved, and she didn't want both of them.
When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.
However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“I told you she’d react like that,” Bentaan said.
“I fail to see what’s so bloody amusing about this,” Sapphyre said, and Bentaan sobered.
“I’m not laughing at you, but my stupid brother-in-law over there, my sweet.”
Her eyes widened at the unexpected endearment, until the words hit her in the gut. Brother-in-law? Alzaar is married?
“Second, I order you to stop talking right now. This has got nothing to do with my decision.” Alzaar’s sharp command froze the blood in Sapphyre’s veins with the ice behind the words, but Bentaan just grinned and winked at her.
“This has got everything to do with this, and you know that, so with all due respect, Commander, Sapphyre has a right to know this.” He ignored Alzaar’s warning growl and continued. “Throw me in the brig, if it makes you feel better, brother, but Shaliah would be appalled by your behavior and you know that.”
Alzaar visibly flinched at the mention of that name, and Sapphyre’s heart clenched at the raw pain that crossed his warrior features.
“Keep her out of this, Bentaan.”
“No, I will not. Shaliah’s last words to me were to promise her to make sure you carried on living, and I’m damn well going to make sure that is what you will do.”
Alzaar looked all set to pounce on the other man, and Sapphyre edged away slowly. The air was so thick with tension, breathing was once again difficult, as the two men circled each other hands down, her presence almost forgotten it seemed.
“I said to stop talking, second.”
“No, this conservation is long overdue.” Bentaan threw her a glance and smiled, and Alzaar, too, looked across at her.
Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed skin at the intensity of those stares, and she clasped her arms to stop her hands from shaking.
“Please, stop. I don’t want you two fighting,” she whispered.
Bentaan smirked and some of the tension left the room.
“It’s good of you to want to protect the commander’s ass, Sapphyre. I’d beat the old man hands down, that’s for sure.”
Alzaar swung his fist and punched Bentaan in the gut in answer to that statement, and Sapphyre gasped at the dull thud that seemed too loud in the quiet room.
Bentaan grunted and blocked the next punch aimed at his face, and before Sapphyre could do anything at all, the two of them were locked in an all-out brawl. Fists flew and bones crunched as either man gave as good as they got in a display of testosterone-filled one-upmanship that would have done any cave man proud. Sapphyre groaned. It seemed men the galaxy over were the same. After several minutes of this, she’d had enough. She noticed the refreshment station and having asked for two jugs of ice water, she proceeded to chuck them over the fighting duo in one fell swoop. Water and ice cubes went flying, but it had the desired effect, as they stopped and glared at her. Their identical bewildered expressions were too much, and Sapphyre burst into laughter.
“What the fuck was that for?” Bentaan asked, and Sapphyre shrugged her shoulders, and followed the trails of water as it rendered both men’s tunics transparent. The fabric clung to their muscular torsos, which were liberally covered in dark chest hair, and she clenched her thighs to relieve the instant ache in her clit. Seriously those two were like walking, talking, Viagra to her system. It was insane.
“Well, if you will act like rabid dogs, I’ll treat you like it,” she said and immediately took a step back when they both straightened and growled low in their throats. She put her hands up to stay them off, as they slowly advanced on her, and she backed away until the wall stopped her. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to tweak the metaphorical tiger’s tail. She sure felt like their prey right now, and her body responded to their dominance with embarrassingly obvious results.
Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples puckered under their heated gazes. Bentaan groaned and adjusted himself under his tunic, and Alzaar’s blue eyes darkened until they were almost black. A rush of moisture coated her pussy lips, and Alzaar’s nostrils flared as though he could smell her need for him, for both of them. Bentaan stepped closer still, but Alzaar hung back, and simply stood watching her. By the time Bentaan placed either hand on the wall next to her head, effectively crowding her against the cool metal, she was so aroused, her juices coated the tops of her thighs, and they hadn’t even touched her.
Lord help her if they ever did. She would combust on the spot, for sure.
“You are comparing us to dogs, woman?”
Bentaan growled the words into her ear and she shut her eyes as the vibrations of his deep tenor trembled through her body.
“If the shoe fits.” How she managed to get the words out of her parched throat she would never know, and a shiver went down her spine when she heard the click, as Bentaan’s fangs descended. Warm puffs of air slid across her neck, as he ran the tips of his incisors along her skin with just enough force to leave marks. Sapphyre’s hands clenched in the wet fabric of his clothes and she gasped when he ground the hard ridge of his erection into her lower belly.
“If you were mine, my sweet little human, you’d be over my knee, and I’d be spanking your luscious behind until it was hot and red, for that insolence. And then I’d fuck you like the rabid dog you likened me to.”
That thought really shouldn’t turn her on.
Alzaar’s low growl made her open her eyes. He had stepped closer to see what Bentaan was doing. Fangs fully extended, he watched the two of them with such a look of hunger on his face, Sapphyre was again reminded of a huge predator ready to devour her. Her gaze dropped to his groin and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the enormous erection he was sporting. Bentaan felt long, hard, and thick against her belly, but Alzaar looked even bigger, and Sapphyre forgot to breathe altogether, until Alzaar spoke.
“She isn’t yours, however, second, so stop manhandling her.”
He grasped her chin with enough force to leave bruises and the harsh kiss that followed was more of a punishment than a token of affection, but Sapphyre leapt up the passion behind it. She kissed him back with all of the emotion she was capable of and Bentaan ground his cock into her belly, and then pulled away with another curse.
Instantly Alzaar filled her vision, and everything inside her just bowed in submission at the intense heat in his gaze. He ran his hands up her neck and tilted it until his mark was exposed and his fangs ran out with an audible click. Sapphyre had a second’s warning before he bit down and sucked hard, while kicking her legs apart with his foot. Sapphyre screamed as white hot arousal surged through her veins, and another pair of hands settled on her breasts. With an audible rip the fabric of her dress tore until she stood naked. With Alzaar’s incisors lodged in her neck and, and his hands now pinning her arms high above her head, she had nowhere to go.
Bentaan grasped her hips and before she could fully comprehend his intention he lifted her up until she was impaled on Alzaar’s dick.
As wet as she was the move hurt, as her body struggled to open up to him. Alzaar swore and released her wrists as he grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off his cock a little to give her room to adjust. She grasped hold of his broad shoulders to steady herself, and then heat flared up in her butt, as Bentaan delivered a series of hard openhanded swats to her ass.
“Fuck, yes.” Alzaar staggered a little as the swats impaled her further on his cock, and his biceps tightened as his fingers dug into her outer thighs to keep her up.
“Does. This. Convince. You. That. We. Want. You?” Bentaan’s hot breath settled between her shoulder blades as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, and yanked her head back to make her look at him. His amber eyes glowed and fangs fully extended he punctuated every growled word with another stinging swat to her ass. Heat traveled up from her sore butt, and her internal walls clenched around Alzaar’s cock lodged deep inside her core. Her clit rubbed against his shaft with every move sent spirals of need through her body, and she tightened her thighs around his hips and rocked against him.
“Fuck, Taan, hurry up, this is killing me. She’s so damn close.”
A sharp bite to her lower back hurt and brought her arousal down a notch and Bentaan yanked her hair hard one last time before releasing it. Her scalp stung with the force and then his hot mouth soothed the sting of his earlier bite away, and she shut her eyes against the sensation of his tongue licking a path across her butt. Cool air hit her crack when he pulled her ass cheeks apart and then licked up and down her cleft and her little puckered hole. He tunneled his tongue inside that dark place, and Alzaar held her still, while Bentaan prepared her for what she knew was coming.
She let her head fall onto Alzaar’s shoulder and ran her hands up his head until she could hold onto his horns. Instantly he grew bigger still inside and the pulsing off his dick almost made her come on the spot.
“Don’t you fucking dare, pet.” Alzaar’s strained demand focused her attention on him and she moaned.
“Please, please, I need…oh…God, please do something. I need to come.
Bentaan withdrew his tongue and smacked her ass one last time, and then the hot, broad tip of his cock pushed against her nether hole.
“What do you need?” he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. “This?” He pushed into her slowly and fire coursed through her veins and tissues stretched and protested, yet he kept on the steady thrust into her, until his balls hit her ass, and Sapphyre was so full she could barely breathe. A strange sound filled the room, and it took her a moment to realize it came from her, as both men took it in turns to kiss her and murmured sweet nothings.
“Shhh, it’s okay. We won’t move until you’re ready, pet.”
“She’s so fucking tight, Zaar. Don’t fucking move or I’ll lose my shit right now.”
There was such desperation in Bentaan’s voice that Sapphyre had to giggle, as the burning pain subsided and pleasure took its place.
“You think this is funny, my sweet?” Bentaan asked, and pulled out of her ass only to thrust back in with so much force that Alzaar staggered.
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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.