Brand New SFR from Sabine Priestley's Alien Attachments Series

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SABINE PRIESTLEY!

 

 

 

Blurb:

 

    Ria Montori is no stranger to kicking ass. Though petite in size, she packs a punch as a former Sandarian military officer who currently serves the Cavacent clan on a strange planet called Earth. She has no interest in seeking her one psi-mate who could bring her unparalleled pleasure through a sensual, otherworldly bond. She has no time for a lover of any kind. So why is she lured in by the beguiling Curzan native who just killed a government official?

 

    Ty Sordina hates Ria’s kind. The Sandarians murdered his parents while he watched and enslaved his people. Driven by revenge, he vows that nothing and no one will stand in his way. Especially not a feisty redhead who challenges his every instinct and calls to his psi like no other.

 

    But war is coming. And the two must succumb to temptation for only the power of their completed bond can defeat and destroy the enemy. But only if they surrender…

 

Excerpt:

 

It was she and Dani’s turn to hold their base. Ian and Armond flushed the surrounding area. Ian was ahead in kills, but so far, she and Dani were ahead on team saves. So as usual, the women were keeping them alive, and the guys were shooting things.

Ria wiped the sweat from her eyes. “We need to pick a desert next time. This humidity sucks.”

“You get used to it,” Dani said.

The bushes to their left rustled, and both women swung their lasers in the ready.

Ian stepped out, and Ria sparked with envy when he grabbed Dani and planted a kiss on her before he disappeared back into the foliage.

“Seriously?” Ria said. “You can’t go an hour without locking lips?”

Ian’s laughter rippled through the trees.

Dani beamed.

Ria rolled her eyes.

Another rustle, and a four-legged creature with razor sharp teeth launched itself at Ria’s chest. “Morits!” Ria called out as she sliced the critter in half.

The sound of Ian and Armond battling away let her know they’d found the nasty critters as well. Six more made it past the men. Dani made easy work of the two that had targeted her. Ria nearly made it unscathed but when four hit her at once from all sides, one managed to latch onto her lower arm. Those jaws had some serious force, and her hand popped off, dropping the creature to the ground with it.

“Aw, come on. Not fair. There were four of them.” Ria lifted up her wrist and studied the bloody stump. “Halt sim.”

Ian and Armond approached from opposite ends of the clearing, equally covered in sweat.

Dani came to her side and inspected her handless arm. “It would almost be easier if they were bigger. It’s hard to keep track of them when they’re so small.”

“Perhaps your relative height to the ground also contributed to your demise,” Armond said.

Ria glared at him. “Are you seriously going there?”

“I’m simply stating that you were closer to them than Dani.”

“Whatever,” Ria said. “Little shits. Reset sim,” she called out.

Morit bodies and Ria’s hand evaporated. The illusion of a bloody stump did, as well, and her own hand reappeared as they all caught their breath. The jungle around them melted into the floor, and they soon stood in the metal gray of the sim room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blurb:

Following the signal of foreign psi to an old abandoned building on Florin 5, Balastar Alder literally stumbles across the pugnacious raven-haired beauty, Kit Athorika.

 

He’s not the only one who’s looking for the mysterious portal making devices in her possession. When Torogs attack, she ports them to safety. Without the help of a single Portal Master.

 

Balastar offers to repay the favor by getting her off-planet and back to her own ship. Their escape is complicated when the Torog’s pursue. Forced to go silent and lay-low in an asteroid field, they have little to do. Fortunately, the chemistry between them ignites and they find endless ways to occupy their time.

 

Balastar convinces her to come and meet his boss, Lord Cavacent. Recently relocated to Earth, the Sandarian clan included a handful of rogue Portal Masters. Kit has her own reasons for hating and fearing the Portal Masters, but she needs all the help she can get to save her planet. She reluctantly agrees to seek out Lord Cavacent’s help, and his connections to the Galactic Trade Organization and its powerful military.

 

The Portal Masters’ Guild on Sandaria has controlled intergalactic portals throughout the galaxy for centuries, and jealously guard their secrets. One of those secrets has kept Kit’s home world under quarantine for nearly thirty years.  But portals across the galaxy are failing and the guild is getting desperate.

 

Finding themselves bonded wasn’t expected, but having a psi-mate had its advantages. Can Kit and Balastar free an entire planet and take down a guild as old as the  Masters without losing their lives?

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

"What are you doing?" she said, her voice a hiss. "That's the most congested vector off the planet."

"And because of that, it has the highest hold pattern."

The side of her mouth pulled upward. "You're not going to use the vector."

He winked at her. She was a pilot all right.

"Are you sure this shiny bucket can handle it?"

"She can handle it. Can you?"

"Pfft. I guarantee I've done more vectorless in-and-outs than you'll ever do."

Interesting. The only reason for not using the atmosphere controlled vectors was either to avoid detection or because of the need for speed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 

Bio:

A lifelong lover of books, Sabine grew up on Science Fiction, Fantasy and Romance novels. As a child she wanted to be an astronaut and travel the stars looking for aliens. As an adult she’s seriously disappointed we’ve yet to establish so much as a moon base (although she gives a hearty nod to the ISS) and is pretty sure Humans aren’t ready to meet ET. An Electrical Engineer and Cultural Anthropologist by training, she's a geek with heart. She’s lived in more states than she cares to admit and loves to travel. When not in far off lands, you can frequently find her walking the local beaches and plotting her next adventure. Sabine lives in Florida with her husband, kids, cats and an increasingly large mess of characters in her head. 

 

 

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Tease Me Tuesday: Bound to You

 

 

Enjoy this scene from

Bound to You by AR DeClerck:

 

Lia watched the smoked glass close over Jacks' face, and imagined it as his funeral shroud. There would be no way he could climb out of that contraption whole, she felt it as certainly as she felt her love for him. She shook with uncontrolled tremors as the machine began to power up. The lights flickered inside the room, and she half expected a siren to wail. It was silent, though, and all she could do was lean against the glass with her eyes locked on Jacks.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was half afraid to turn around, but let out a relieved cry when she realized it was Layl. He was less clear here than on the ghostly plane, but she could see enough of him to throw herself into his arms. She cried on his shoulder as he patted her back soothingly, for how long she didn't know.

She sniffed, cried dry, and pulled back from him. "Is it weird to be hugged by a dead person and not be creeped out?" she asked, looking for something to smile about.

He grinned at her, but his soulful brown eyes were doggedly serious. "Not if you're J's girl it's not."

Her smile faltered as he called her 'J's girl'. It's what she was, no doubt about it, but Jacks was in real danger of dying, right this very minute. She turned back to the window, staring hard at the Illaran machine.

"God damn you, Verhagnis." She said it vehemently. Loudly. Layl was silent beside her, and he, too, was looking at the Illaran machine.

"They never expected it to take three thousand years." Layl spoke finally, leaning a shoulder against the glass and crossing his arms. "The few uninfected Illarans who had the know-how, they built this place and spent every moment here, trying to save their people. I don't think they even realized it was over, in the end."

Lia felt a tear slide down her cheek. It was for Jacks, and the Illarans, and her. "I'm selfish, aren't I?" She didn't look at him. "For wishing he'd choose me over everyone else in the universe."

Layl grinned. "No. Not selfish. A little naive, but never selfish." He leaned his head against the glass. "What makes you think Jacks didn't choose you?"

She waved at the room. "He is in there right now, trying to kill Verhagnis and save everyone and he might die."

"And?"

"And if he dies then he didn't choose me, did he?" She shot him an exasperated frown. "I asked him to leave with me right now, walk away and leave Verhagnis to do as he would, and Jacks chose to go inside."

"Who told you Jacks would die?"

She faltered. They had only assumed that the machine would be lethal, exposing Jacks to monumental amounts of radiation.

Layl's mouth turned up as he shook his head. "Don't let an exorcist do a scientist's job." he said playfully. He waved at the room, and at the machine. "What do you think is swirling around inside Jacks, and has been, every day of his life? Passed down in the genetics until just the right time for it to pop up in him?"

"Energy. He said 10¹⁶   joules worth of energy."

Layl waved her on, as if teaching a student who was a very slow learner. "And if he has that kind of power in his body, what do you think it creates?"

"Radiation." She felt hope bloom in her chest, but pushed it down, wanting to be sure.

"So if Jacks has lived with the output of radiation from his own body for all these years, and he hasn't died, what does that tell us about this machine?"

Lia smiled. "It won't kill him."

"It won't kill him." Layl grinned at her. "It won't kill you either. It's in every molecule that connects you to him. Your bond."

She reached for him, her arms going around him and she was so grateful, so happy, that she made him growl as she squeezed him. She went to the door, but paused before she opened it.

"You won't be here when we get back, will you?"

He shook his head. "I'll be around until Jacks is finished, Lia. I've hung around this long, so a little longer shouldn't hurt."

She opened the door and stepped inside the room, closing it behind her. When she looked out the window, Layl was gone.

She went to the machine, and put her hand on the dome. It slid away, and Jack's face went white to see her there. She didn't let him speak, but climbed up inside the machine with him, fitting herself against him and throwing her knee over him. She snuggled against his shoulder as the dome slid closed over them.

"Lia." His voice was strangled, and she felt horror pulse through the bond. She leaned up on her elbow, and ran her fingers through his hair.

"It's all right." she told him gently, rubbing his scalp in the way she knew would relax him.

"It's not fucking all right." he argued, struggling to push her away. "Get back outside the room."

She ignored him, kissing him instead, running her lips over his chin and down his neck. "Calm down, Jacks."

"I won't calm down, princess. I specifically asked you to stay out and you climb inside the fucking machine?" His hands were tight on her arms as he tried to disengage the dome and push her out.

"Jacks."

He froze at the command in her voice. He felt it through the bond, her supreme confidence, and it stopped him mid-shove.

"I said it's going to be all right. We can survive this. We're immune."

"What? Immune? To the radiation?"

She nodded, letting her lips trail over his. "Layl explained it to me. You're full of energy, and your body creates radiation. You've been surrounded by radiation since birth. Me too. It won't hurt us."

"Doesn't make sense." he muttered, relaxing to lay back again. "You're sure?"

She nodded, her fingers stroking his head. "I'm positive."

"What about everyone else? The crew? Everybody we've ever touched? How are they not sick?"

"We must absorb it." She grinned at him. "We haven't hurt anyone Jacks. But Layl is sure. The machine's radiation can't harm us. The Illarans knew it when they built it."

He looked at her, and she stopped in mid stroke, watching him watch her. He studied her so carefully, taking in every tiny line and pore of her skin. Every strand of hair. Everything he called perfect imperfection. He narrowed his eyes. "Promise me you aren't lying to me."

"What does the bond tell you?"

He didn't answer. She leaned over him, placing a kiss solidly on his mouth.

"Learn to trust it, Jacks."

His eyes drifted closed, and she felt him probing the bond, looking for her certainty. She poured it out to him, and his eyes were bright when they opened. He tugged her down to his chest, his arms wrapping around her and holding her to him.

"I'm never going to forgive you for lying to me." he said against her hair, but she heard relief and tenderness in his voice. Felt it in their connection.

"You will. I didn't lie anyway. I was telling the truth, at the time."

His laughter rumbled through his chest, and she felt it against her ear. "Promising to stay outside, and then coming in here was the same as lying, princess."

"Nah." She closed her eyes, and let her mind connect with his, and they were almost one single being, touching all parts of their bodies and minds together like that.  "I'll make it up to you later."

"Later? What's wrong with now?"

She sent him a mental shove, but she knew he was kidding. They didn't have time to fool around, it was time to destroy Verhagnis once and for all.

"Can you make it work?" she asked him quietly.

In answer the machine came to life, the power-up complete.

His arms clenched around her, and she felt the machine begin to draw power from him, and in turn from her through him. "Here we go." he said, and she clenched her hands in his shirt as they prepared to fire the weapon.

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Share

THE THRILL OF BATTLE

 

A SNEAK PEEK AT ENCHANTER'S EMBRACE

 

 

 

1870 LONDON

Grand Adept Icarus Kane and Cora Mae Jenkins have married and gone off on their honeymoon. London is rife with continued uprisings against magic, but the Queen is confident that peace can be attained. It's time for Archimedes Merriweather and Lucia Conti to settle into their new courtship and enjoy some quiet together.

An unexpected call for help from the rural Kensington has Archie, Lucia, Corrigan and Bastion dispatched to the estate of SummerRidge to investigate concerns of a dark mage on the prowl. More is going on at SummerRidge than anyone ever anticipated, and the fate of all the magic in the world might rest on the shoulders of Archie and his loyal companions.

 

 

A demon dripping mud and wet, black sludge approached him first, but he swung the torch toward it and pressed the button on his Bo that sent an electric charge running over it. It crackled and hissed in the cold air. As the demon lunged at him he swiped at it with the Bo, the electric charge cutting through the sopping flesh and making the demon scream.

Corrigan knew he was quite possibly insane, but he felt a thrill run through him as the throng of demons approached. The way was clear for Atraxas, and soon they’d cut off the unending flow of demons from the pit. He raised the Bo and let out a yell he’d learned from his days with the Rakshasha in India. He crouched and took up his protective stance as they swarmed him. A slice right, a duck and uppercut to the right. He kept his center of gravity low and his balance in check as he avoided their razor sharp claws and teeth and struck out at any weak underbelly he could see.

He hissed in pain as a jet of hot acidic spittle rained down on his right arm and dripped over his fingers, charring his skin as it went. He pushed off the demon with his Bo and shook off the acid, wiping his hand on his pants as it burned. The smell was horrible, but it was buried under the rot and stench of the demons pressing in around him.

Suddenly the ground shook as a massive explosion rocked the field. He stumbled and whooped again, pushing the demons back with his light. He cursed as it flickered, and he knew that he wasn’t going to have much longer to get free of the horde.

The pain was piercing on his burned shoulder when a huge pair of talons gripped him tight and lifted him from the midst of the demons.

“Pardon the intrusion, but you’re needed back at the house,” Machiavelli said from above him, and Corrigan grinned.

“I’ll forgive the interruption this once.” He looked at the ground below them, where a huge blackened crater was all that remained of the hell gate. “Any sign of Atraxas?”

“I’m well!” the man called from Machiavelli’s neck. He leaned over and his teeth gleamed white in the soot covering his face. His hair was a mess, but his grin was full of glee.

“I’m glad.” Corrigan sighed in relief and relaxed in Machiavelli’s careful hold. “To the house, then. I’m in need of a moment’s rest.”

“Only a moment?” the big bird teased.

“Yes, I fear there’s more work to be done,” Corrigan said as they flew over the hundreds of demons still surrounding the house. “But there’ll be no more demons tonight.”

“Aye. Not tonight,” Machiavelli said as he landed carefully on the roof, putting Corrigan down as Atraxas slid off his back.

“You need a healer!” Atraxas looked over Corrigan’s puckered and melted flesh and his face went pale.

“I know one or two,” Corrigan said with a shake of his head. His entire right hand was drawn and clawed where the acid had melted his skin and distorted his bones. “Bastion and Lucia will fix me up right.”

“There’s new of that,” Machiavelli said, shrinking to the size of a normal size. “The reason I was dispatched to bring you back.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I am afraid Ms. Conti has disappeared, and so has Mrs. Wicket.”

“What?” Corrigan held out his uninjured arm and Machiavelli hopped onto his shoulder.

“Ms. Conti went to take tea to Mrs. Wicket, and the both of them are now gone. The Grand Adept is beside himself.”

“I daresay he is!” Corrigan pulled open the door to the top floor and Atraxas followed him down the stairs. “Is there any evidence of where they may have gone, or who could have taken them?”

“Someone very skilled and very strong. They left no trail.” Machiavelli danced on Corrigan’s shoulder. “This speaks of a highly skilled practitioner.”

They clattered down the stairs and into the dining room where Archimedes was pacing, his hair on end. He shook off Bastion’s hand and cursed, sending a delicate tea pot flying off the table with the sweep of his mechanical arm.

“Ho there” Corrigan said, dropping tiredly into a chair at the end of the table as the pot crashed against the wall. “What is all this about, then?”

Bastion hurried to his side and knelt beside his injured arm, his magic already crawling over Corrigan’s arm. Corrigan sighed as it covered the stinging flesh like a balm.

“Lucia has been taken. Kidnapped! Right from under my nose.” Archie cursed again, but there were no more teapots for him to take out his anger on, so he settled for glaring at Corrigan instead.

Machiavelli hopped onto the table. “I’ve contacted the Grand Master and Grand Adept Kane. Both will conference us when the sun rises.”

“We can’t wait for them.”

Archie’s eyes were full of so much fear and Corrigan had never seen the man so distraught. Even when he’d been kidnapped and tortured by Victor Kane’s thugs he’d come out with a smile and determination to see them done in. Perhaps, Corrigan thought grimly, he was imagining those same tortures heaped upon Lucia. A frightening thought, indeed.

“We cannot,” Corrigan agreed. “Tell me what happened.”

“Elizabeth had some kind of spell.” Archie blushed red. “She tried to kiss me, and when I put her off she became overly emotional. Bastion gave her a sleeping draught and put her to bed.”

“That doesn’t sound like Elizabeth at all,” Atraxas said with a frown.

“Grayson agreed,” Archie said. “He watched over her as Lucia and I set up the electrified fencing as you had instructed.”

“It worked, I see.”

“It did.” Archie crossed his arms. “We returned to the house and Grayson decided he needed a lie down after using his magic earlier. Lucia volunteered to take a tray of tea and biscuits up to Elizabeth. I stayed here with Bastion.”

“When did you realize Elizabeth and Lucia were missing?”

“I had requested Lucia to try a tandem healing on the gypsy children. I went to Elizabeth’s room to find her and they were both gone.” Bastion frowned and concentrated harder on Corrigan’s arm. “What kind of demon did this?”

“Something ugly and with very bad breath,” Corrigan joked. He lost his smile and looked at Archie. “Any signs of where they went or how?”

“None. The aether says simply ‘they are nowhere’. You know how vague it can be. I tried a location spell, but it was blank.”

“I tried one too,” Machiavelli said, “and I got the same result. Some kind of magic is blocking us from finding them.”

“Sometimes it may be as simple as using science.” Corrigan stood and groaned. His flesh was healed after Bastion’s ministrations, but his hand was still stiff. “Let me gather some things. Meet me in Elizabeth’s room.”

“I must continue to work with Stella to heal the children. Find me if you need me,” Bastion said, and he left with a nod of solidarity to Archie.

“I need to tidy up and check on my brother,” Atraxas said. “Then I will keep watch on the fence and the gypsies.”

“Thank you.” Corrigan shook the man’s grimy hand. “I would have you at my side any day, Mr. Trimble.”

“Be careful,” the man warned with a gleam in his eye, “I may take you up on that”.

 

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Sunday Share Day

 

 

 

In honor of the holidays I'm implementing Sunday Share Day, where I'll share some scenes or lines from whatever I'm working on at the time. Everyone is free to comment, give opinions and ENJOY the story!

 

The following excerpt is from a Christmas short story titled

The Naughty List

which will appear in a box set with several other holiday romance stories on December 20th.

 

 

She paused at the opening to the trail in front of the old couple’s cabin. The door was open, banging in the wind. Likely a badger or a raccoon had gotten inside to wait out the storm, and she hurried onto the wide porch and pushed the door open all the way. In the middle of the room lay a man on his stomach, wearing only the skin God gave him.

 “Oh, my goodness!” Merry hurried to him and knelt at his side. “Excuse me?” She poked him with her finger. “Are you all right?”

He was tall and his body was very muscular. Hair, as black as hers was white, lay against his neck, long and fine. She tried to ignore the dimples at his buttocks, but they were hard to miss. He was a fine male specimen. A small red bow sat squarely on the top of his head.

“Sir? Are you hurt?”

She touched his shoulder hesitantly. When he made no sound she rolled him over, half expecting him to be cold and blue, frozen to death in the below zero chill. But his cheeks were flushed with blood flow, a patch of skin on his forehead grazed and bleeding sluggishly. She touched the jut of his chin and the sensual curve of his lower lip. He was a gorgeous man, and she felt ashamed for ogling him. Still, she couldn’t help the quick perusal of his entire body. He was definitely well made.

“Sir?” She shook him. When he didn’t stir she sighed.

“Well,” she said, grabbing a thick comforter from the bed and tossing it over his lower half, “you’re going to have to stay here til Nicholas gets back I suppose.”

She touched his cheek, but he felt as warm to her as if he’d been inside as opposed to lying in the snow for goodness knew how long. She stood and went into the bathroom, searching for a first aid kit. She cleaned the wound on his forehead and looked him over for others, but he was in perfect shape otherwise. She gathered a few more blankets and covered him over, stoking the fire. She heard a sudden clap of thunder that made her jump, and she ran to the window.Thunder in the winter was a sign of a severe storm on the horizon. It was already snowing, falling so heavy and thick that she couldn’t see the road beyond the window. She looked over her shoulder at the injured man. She really should hurry home before the road became impassable, but she couldn’t very well leave him on his own. With this kind of storm it might be days before the old couple was able to return from the valley.

“Damn.” She flinched as the door blew open, and she grabbed it to push it closed. There’d be no going home now. The wind would push the snow about and make it impossible to see, and getting lost in the forest in this weather would mean death. She put her head against the door and sighed. This was not how she’d imagined celebrating her Christmas holiday. She hurried out to the battered barn and fed the doves before closing the barn up tight against the cold. Back inside the fought against the wind to close the door and bolt it tight.

There was a rustling behind her, and husky male voice whispered, “Merry Christmas?”

She was thrown back in time to when she was fourteen, and another voice, younger but the same, had whispered those words to her. Only one person had ever called her “Merry Christmas”.

“Jack?”

She turned to look at the man. She really looked at him. The cobalt blue eyes under thick black lashes. The tumble of unruly black hair and the dimple in the right cheek that always drove him crazy. He was older, taller and stronger and he was handsome now when he’d always been cute before.

“Is that you?”

“Merry?” He looked bewildered, and he blinked as if he didn’t believe his eyes. “Am I dead?”

Her heart was pounding harder than a human heart should have been able to do. “No, Jack, you’re alive. You’re on the mountain.  You’re home.”

“Home?”

She nodded and he stumbled to his feet, holding the comforter around his waist. She reached for him and he backed away from her. “No, this can’t be. I can’t be here. They told me I could never come back here.”

 



(This story was written with my amazing best friend R. Rivera)