Saturday, November 19, 2016

Surprise Release!!

Well, technically, it's a re-release. :)

**NOTE: This book was originally published at Nero's Protection under a different pen name. There have been no significant changes.**

Heat Rising is an erotic sci-fi short with an HEA. It's only about 13k (yes, on purpose) but if you're looking for a quick, sexy read, you can pick it up for just 99 cents, or free with Kindle Unlimited!



HEAT RISING


Escaping a war-ravaged Earth, Mesa Adair has made her home miles below the surface of Aleucia in the underground city of Hope. But salvation comes at a price. Her life is no longer her own, her every move monitored, and her freedom limited by the alien warriors who rescued humanity from their dying planet. The only bright spot in her new reality is her position as a personal assistant to the most powerful male in the city, but even that is about to come to an end.

From the moment the raven-haired beauty stepped into his office, Director Raxcor Wyeth knew he had to have her. The more she challenges him, the more he wants her, but lately, something has changed. She’s distracted, guarded, and when she requests a transfer to a different level of the city, he knows he’ll do anything to keep her, anything to protect her. Mesa might be human, but she belongs to him—whether she realizes it yet or not.





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PROLOGUE

Alarms blared from the overhead speakers, and a robotic feminine voice followed, announcing the beginning of the day. After nearly a year in the underground city—optimistically named Hope—the once grating noise of the sirens barely fazed Mesa Adair. 

Throwing back her white blanket, she sat up on the side of the minimalistic bed—a cot with a mattress that resembled a long couch cushion—and stretched. Catching a glimpse of herself in the vertical mirror on the opposite wall, she rubbed the goose bumps on her upper arms and snorted when she noticed her nipples tenting the thin, white fabric of her tank top. 

White. 

Everything in the fucking city was white. Her sheets, her clothes, the walls, the floors, the furniture. Even her skin had become milky pale from the lack of sunlight, creating a somewhat gothic contrast to her raven hair. She missed colors, variety. Everything within Hope was the same, right down to the daily routine. 

Pushing to her feet, Mesa stood beside her cot and rubbed her left wrist, fingering the raised scar where she’d been injected with an Aleucian MINT chip. The Monitoring and Identification Neurological Transmitter acted as an ID, allowing her to make purchases and access certain locations with nothing more than waving her hand over a scanner. The chip also transmitted her vital signs and location to a specialized network that permitted the guards to monitor her every move twenty-four hours a day. 

The Aleucians had first made contact with Earth in the late twenty-third century. As a race of warrior beings with long fangs and ethereal, sapphire blue eyes, most humans had feared these massive aliens at first. The males stood well over six feet tall, most reaching closer to seven feet, and even the females towered over many of the humans. 

In time, however, the Aleucians had proven to be great allies to Earth, despite their intimidating size. Unfortunately, their continued presence on the planet soon attracted other visitors from across the galaxies, and not all came in peace. 

Wars ensued. 

Cities burned. 

By the end of the century, only a fraction of the population remained, and Earth had been reduced to nothing more than a barren wasteland. The Aleucians offered refuge and safe passage to their homeworld, and as their own planet died, humans had no choice but to accept their generosity. 

Still, survival came at a cost. 

The arid surface of Aleucia reached deadly temperatures during the daytime hours, and its thinner atmosphere meant the sun produced third-degree burns in humans within a matter of minutes. The nights, on the other hand, turned bitterly cold, well below freezing, with brutal, arctic winds. 

While covered in thin, transparent scales that protected them from severe temperature changes on their homeworld, the Aleucians quickly realized the environment would be uninhabitable by what remained of the human race. In response, they’d built a vast, underground city that reached seventeen levels and nearly two miles below the planet’s surface. 

They provided safety, stability…survival. But their hospitality extended only so far. Having witnessed Earthlings’ penchant for violence and destruction, their hosts offered sanctuary with one important condition—all humans would be chipped and monitored, no exceptions. 

Sighing, Mesa slapped her palm against the button over the bed, flipping the mattress back into its hiding place in the wall. Then she pulled her hair into a high ponytail as she toggled the switch beside the mirror with her elbow, activating the revolving closet. The mirror, sink, and vanity disappeared, lowering into the floor to make room for a single rack of clothing to descend from the ceiling. 

Efficient. 

Carefully, she removed a peasant blouse with long sleeves and a pair of flowing pants—both in white—from their hangers and spread them over the circular leather chair in the corner. Rubbing her hands over her face, she yawned widely and flipped the switch on the wall again, lowering the vanity so she could begin preparing for her day. 

Every adult human had been assigned a job within the city based on their age, knowledge, and experience. After a short probationary period, they could request a reassignment, but since everyone received the same pay regardless of their position, few actually did. For reasons she didn’t understand, Mesa had been selected by Director Raxcor Wyeth to be his personal assistant. She loved what she did, and she couldn’t imagine working anywhere else in the city. 

Of course, it hadn’t been her life’s dream to schedule appointments, bring coffee, or keep a stubborn male on task. Her love of being the personal assistant to the director of Hope had little to do with her duties, and everything to do with the man himself. While the Aleucians offered refuge for her race, many of them viewed humans as pets, kind to them, but with an undertone of superiority. 

Not Raxcor. Not with her anyway. Like all Aleucians, he valued order and efficiency. They were bred for it, after all. Evolution had hardwired their brains to translate and understand languages after only one encounter. They spoke telepathically, finding the time it took to speak aloud to be unproductive and wasteful. Idleness was not tolerated, and questions were considered a sign of a weak mind. 

Raxcor never treated her that way, though. He took the time to answer her questions, to explain things about his world, his race, and everything in between. He truly seemed to care about her opinions, often seeking her counsel on matters relating to humans, and more importantly, he listened…really listened. In his own way, he treated her with respect and gentleness, possibly even a modicum of affection, that was absent from most other Aleucians. Seeing him every day was the best part of living in Hope, and the only truly bright spot in the underground city. 

Today would be different, though. Today, everything would change.


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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

3013: OUTLAW Releases Today!

After being implicated in a murder she didn’t commit, Isla Blevins seeks sanctuary on the one planet where the Alliance can’t reach her. On Earth, she’s the heiress to a fortune, but on Xenthian, she’s an outsider without a single credit to her name. Heartbroken over the loss of her mother, afraid she could be next, and not knowing who to trust, she can’t imagine how things can get much worse. 

Krytos triplets Slade, Bastian, and Knox Cadell have a plan—find the human scroll wanted for murder, return her to Earth, and collect the bounty. It’s simple, easy, no muss, no fuss. After all, how much trouble could one female cause? 

Then the universe throws them a curveball in the form a beautiful redhead with a big heart and the sweetest smile. Unconvinced of her guilt, they set out to clear her name, but proving Isla’s innocence to the Alliance turns out to be more difficult than they could have ever imagined.

With time running out and danger at every turn, can the brothers save the woman they love, or will Isla forever be branded an outlaw?


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EXCERPT


“Be nice,” a quiet, groggy voice interjected, casting everyone else into silence. “Slade just wants what’s best for everyone.” Through heavy-lidden eyes, Isla looked up at him with a weak smile. “He’s not a bad guy.” 

Her defense of him was more than he deserved. “Isla, you’re awake.” 

“Good catch. Nothing gets past you.” Groaning, she rearranged herself into a sitting position and pulled Cord into her lap. “Hello, leelan. Have you been staying out of trouble?” 

Abandoning the stuffed lion, Cord wound his arms around Isla’s neck and hugged her fiercely. “I ride a dragon.” 

“What?” With comically wide eyes, Isla looked to the males in the room for an explanation. “What is he talking about?” 

“Uh, well,” Bastian began, stumbling over his words as he shrank back from her glare. “You see, when you passed out, Cord was kind of upset, and the only way to make him feel better was to, well, that is to say…” 

“It was Amari’s idea,” Slade said when his brother seemed at a loss. “She thought it would cheer him up.” 

“You let him ride a dragon?” The iciness in her voice dropped the temperature in the room by several degrees. “By himself?” 

“Well, that’s my cue.” Torren nodded at Isla. “I had nothing to do with it.” Then he simply vanished from the room, leaving Slade and Bastian to defend themselves. 

“He was perfectly safe.” Damn, the spell the elder had cursed them with was wreaking havoc on Slade. He could literally feel the mixture of anxiety and righteous fury boiling inside the fiery redhead. “Amari wouldn’t let anything happen to him.” 

Isla’s stomach fell, and her heart beat too fast. Slade was probably right, but so many things could have gone wrong. Cord could have fallen. He could have moved too quickly and ended up under one of the dragon’s massive feet. Amari could have sneezed and set him on fire. 

“Isla, please calm down,” Bastian implored. “Look at him. He’s perfectly fine, other than the fact that he hasn’t eaten today.” 

A new kind of worry overcame her, and she held Cord back so she could examine him. “Are you hungry now, Cord?” 

His face split into a smile, and he bobbed his head energetically. “Cookies, please.” 

Slade laughed, and Isla was mesmerized by the transformation of his normally hardened features. “You’re very handsome when you smile,” she commented. “You should do it more often.” 

The mask of stony indifference slid into place almost immediately, but Slade couldn’t hide from her anymore. She could feel that he was pleased by her compliment, if maybe a little embarrassed. Not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable, she let him off the hook and turned to Bastian. 

“How long have I been asleep?” 

“About two days.” 

“Well, that would explain it.” She shifted, moving Cord to the side and off of her bladder. “I have to pee.” 

Cord covered his mouth with his hand and giggled so hard his face turned bright red. His laughter was so infectious, but it didn’t help her situation when she giggled with him. 

Bastian just grinned, but Slade looked completely mortified by the mention of bodily functions. It made her laugh harder. 

“Oh, stars. Okay, take him.” Without hesitation, she lifted Cord and dropped him right into Bastian’s lap before climbing down from the high mattress. 

Her legs shook, and she wobbled slightly, needing to grab the end post to keep herself steady. She also felt a little lightheaded, and her stomach gurgled with hunger, but food would have to wait. 

“I’ve got it,” she insisted when Slade offered her a hand. 

Grunting, he stooped to lift her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. “Stop being so stubborn, female.”



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Tuesday, October 11, 2016

New Release - Boundless (Pandora 2)


After years of hard work and sacrifice, Aeryn Chase is finally in possession of her own merchant ship. Piloting the Nightshade gives her purpose, security, and most of all, freedom—or so she thought. Touching down on Nekron for a scheduled trade stop, she didn’t expect to be detained by guards or have her ship ransacked, nor did she anticipate meeting the likes of Lieutenant Xavian Tira. 

Enlisting the Earthling’s help to track down a fugitive, infiltrate a high-stakes auction, and locate a missing Legacy didn’t figure into Xavian’s plans. With the clock ticking and no alternatives, he reluctantly agrees, but from the moment they arrive on Earth, things only go from bad to worse. As Aeryn’s life hangs in the balance, Xavian is faced with an impossible decision—the death of one, or the death of many. 

But how can he possibly choose between the woman he loves and the survival of an entire race?



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EXCERPT

Xavian blinked several times, trying to reconcile the picture he’d constructed in his head with the beauty standing before him. He gauged the female to be nearly a foot shorter than his own six-foot-four, and though difficult to tell beneath the baggy, shapeless sweater, her face and hands appeared slender, almost delicate. Far from some lined and wary pirate, she had a soft, circular face with high cheekbones and big, round eyes.

His gaze kept traveling back to her mouth, to her full, pink lips. Her upper lip stretched a little wider than her bottom, looked just a little plumper, giving her mouth a heart-shaped appearance. As he watched her, his own lips began to tingle in response, and a strange current rippled up his spine, effectively cutting off anything else he might have said.

“Chase, what happened?” Vane asked, shoving past the two soldiers to stand directly beside her.
Xavian growled, the sound low…dangerous.

When he realized it, he pressed his lips together and jerked back. No one else had seemed to hear or notice him, a fact for which he was immeasurably grateful, because he didn’t have any logical explanation for his behavior.

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Aeryn answered, her tone sharp with an undercurrent of bitterness. “I was informed the Nightshade would be searched upon landing. Not the norm, but I accepted it.” Her upper lip curled, and her nose wrinkled across the bridge. “Then these two assholes get here, along with Fuckhead One and Two over there.” She jerked her head to the side to indicate the two officers still staring dazedly into the night. “They insist I take off my jacket so they can search me.”

Xavian’s gaze raked down over the swell of her hips to her long, slender legs, and finally fell to the crumple of fabric just to the side of her booted feet.

“I complied,” she continued, “until they wanted me to take off my sweater as well.” She glared at the guards again. “Those two idiots over there start throwing crates off the back of the ship like it’s a halftime show during a game of fieldball. My tech engineer tells them to knock it off, since we don’t exactly get paid for damaged goods. Fuckhead One there grabs her by the arm and shoves her to the ground. You arrived about twenty-seconds later.”

A shadow descended over Vane’s face as he turned to the two closest guards. “Is that what happened?”

While the males tripped over each other trying to justify their actions, Xavian marched over to the female and stooped to retrieve her coat from the ground. It was covered in dust and cold to the touch, but he shook it out and held it up for her. She studied him with a furrowed brow for a long time before she nodded and turned to slip her arms into the sleeves one at a time.

“Thank you,” she muttered as she zipped the jacket and flipped the hood up to cover the top of her head. “Aeryn Chase.”

“So you said.” Xavian offered his hand. “Lieutenant Xavian Tira.”

Her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the hunter green irises shining with amusement. “Under the circumstances, I can’t say it’s a pleasure, but still…”

Trailing off, she took his hand, her soft palm pressed against his, her grip firm. Electricity sparked between them, a pulse that zinged up Xavian’s arm and ricocheted around in his chest. Despite the temperatures, her touch spread warmth over his skin like rays of sunlight.

Pulling his hand back, he curled it into a tight fist and shoved it into his jacket pocket to hide the trembling. “Understandable, and I’m sorry for this. Trust me, this won’t go unpunished.”

“Lieutenant,” one of the recruits said, having the nerve to argue with Xavian after the shit he and his fellow officers had pulled. “We were just doing our jobs. She’s the one who assault—”

Xavian grabbed the kid by the throat and swung him around, pinning him against the side of the ship. “Your job does not include harassing the crew, assaulting a female, or disrespecting the ship’s captain. Nor does it entail asking said captain to remove her clothing.”

Blood roared in his ears, his heart thundered, and the angrier he became, the more his grip tightened. When a hand landed on his shoulder, he whipped his head around and snarled.

“Xee, man, take a breath.” With his head cocked to one side, Vane watched him carefully, his eyes narrowed, and worry lines marring his brow. “They’re punks, but we’re going to have much bigger problems if you don’t let him go.”

“He’s turning purple,” Aeryn commented, though she sounded less worried and more observational.
It took three deep breaths and a lot of willpower for Xavian to release the soldier and move away from him. “Who is your commanding officer?”

“Lieutenant Danvers,” the male rasped.

A vindictive grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. Phaedra would eat them alive when she found out what had happened. “Leave. I don’t give a fuck where you go, but get out of my sight.”

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

3013: OUTLAW Pre-Order!


Coming November 15, 2016

After being implicated in a murder she didn’t commit, Isla Blevins seeks sanctuary on the one planet where the Alliance can’t reach her. On Earth, she’s the heiress to a fortune, but on Xenthian, she’s an outsider without a single credit to her name. Heartbroken over the loss of her mother, afraid she could be next, and not knowing who to trust, she can’t imagine how things can get much worse.

Krytos triplets Slade, Bastian, and Knox Cadell have a plan—find the human scroll wanted for murder, return her to Earth, and collect the bounty. It’s simple, easy, no muss, no fuss. After all, how much trouble could one female cause?

Then the universe throws them a curveball in the form a beautiful redhead with a big heart and the sweetest smile. Unconvinced of her guilt, they set out to clear her name, but proving Isla’s innocence to the Alliance turns out to be more difficult than they could have ever imagined.

With time running out and danger at every turn, can the brothers save the woman they love, or will Isla forever be branded an outlaw?


Monday, August 29, 2016

Boundless, Now Available for Pre-Order!

It's been a long time coming, but I'm pleased to announce that the second book in the Pandora series is coming October 11, 2016. And you can pre-order your copy now! 



After years of hard work and sacrifice, Aeryn Chase is finally in possession of her own merchant ship. Piloting the Nightshade gives her purpose, security, and most of all, freedom—or so she thought. Touching down on Nekron for a scheduled trade stop, she didn’t expect to be detained by guards or have her ship ransacked, nor did she anticipate meeting the likes of Lieutenant Xavian Tira. 

Enlisting the Earthling’s help to track down a fugitive, infiltrate a high-stakes auction, and locate a missing Legacy didn’t figure into Xavian’s plans. With the clock ticking and no alternatives, he reluctantly agrees, but from the moment they arrive on Earth, things only go from bad to worse. As Aeryn’s life hangs in the balance, Xavian is faced with an impossible decision—the death of one, or the death of many. 

But how can he possibly choose between the woman he loves and the survival of an entire race?



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Monday, August 8, 2016

The Revenant Series -- New Pre-Order and Discount



Dark Moon Rising, Book 2 in The Revenant series is coming September 5th! Pre-order your copy today! Haven't read the first book of the series? Get Shadow Soldier for 99 cents for a limited time. (Scroll down for links.)



After taking down a pack of Ravagers and narrowly escaping the Coalition, Corporal Thea Mendez wants a shower, food, and sleep, in no particular order. Instead, she’s tasked with leading her group of rebels through a dangerous stretch of the Deadlands—a thousand miles of deserted cities crawling with half-crazed werewolves.

Sergeant Rhys Lockwood has been a prisoner of the St. Louis pack for longer than he can remember. Everything that used to matter has faded, his life narrowed to only the earthen walls of his underground cell. With no end in sight and nothing left to fight for, he’s ready to give up when hope arrives in the most unexpected form.


The night calls, the darkness awaits, and no one is safe when the full moon rises. The Purge took everything from them. Together, they’ll find the courage to take it back.





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EXCERPT

Blood roared in Thea’s ears, and pain exploded at the base of her skull. Pressing a hand to her right temple, she blinked several times, groaning when the light aggravated the throbbing ache.

Dirt walls surrounded her on all sides, the clay carved and packed into a smooth, curving surface. Thick sand the color of blanched ash covered the ground beneath her, and ten feet above, closely spaced iron bars crisscrossed over the rounded opening. Beyond the metal grate, dark, angry clouds rolled over each other, their bellies filled with coming rain that blotted out all but the thinnest rays of sunlight.

Thea couldn’t think, couldn’t remember how she’d come to find herself held prisoner in a hole in the ground. It had been morning, sunny, and she’d been painting a message for Deke in her own blood outside of a truck stop off the interstate. Heavy, oppressive, the scent of death had spiraled around her, coming closer, growing thicker. Not the smell of dead bodies, of rotting flesh or oozing blood, but something darker, something far more frightening.

She’d finished her message—a crescent moon, it’s apex surrounded by four stars—then had added the letters “KC” below, telling Deke to meet them at the Revenant bunker in Kansas City. The cut on her arm had just started to heal, and she’d taken her first step toward the SUV when feral growls had erupted throughout the empty parking lot.

She had a hazy recollection of Zerrik and Cade running toward her, of both men yelling her name, then…nothing.

The storm rolling in made it nearly impossible to estimate the time of day, and the clay walls held little in the way of clues as to her location. Only eight feet or so in diameter, the pit was still too wide, the walls too smooth, to allow any kind of leverage. Even if she shifted, her claws had nothing to grip.

Pushing herself upright, Thea leaned back against the packed earth, rested her elbows on her bent knees, and stared up at the angry sky. A faint clink drew her attention for the first time to the chilled metal surrounding her neck. Mapping the shackle with her fingers, she curled her upper lip and snarled. Not only had she been attacked and kidnapped, but they’d collared her like a fucking pet.

Unable to break the heavy lock that held the shackle closed, she leaned back against the wall again and tried to focus, but it didn’t happen easily. The pain at the base of her skull traveled down into her neck and shoulders, and her eyes refused to focus properly. A sharp coppery taste filled her mouth, almost like blood, but with a bitter tinge of something chemical.

Stretching her arms out, one at a time, then her legs, she checked for broken bones. Her limbs felt heavy, weighted, but otherwise, nothing hurt. If she’d sustained other injuries, they’d already healed. More concerning, it seemed her kidnappers had stripped her out of her uniform while she’d been unconscious, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black panties and a matching tank top. The realization left her cold in a way that had nothing to do with the outside temperatures.

“Zerrik?” Her voice came out in a hoarse rasp, her throat and mouth dry. “Zerrik?" she tried again, a  little stronger this time. "Can you hear me?”

She saw no point in yelling. If the vampire was close, he’d hear her. If he’d managed to evade their attackers, it wouldn’t matter how loudly she screamed.

“Thea?” Zerrik’s voice filled her cell. “Where are you?”

He sounded close, much closer than she’d expected. “In a fucking hole in the ground. You?”

“Same.”

Wincing at the pain that still throbbed in her head, Thea crawled through the shifting sand to the other side of her circular prison. “The others?” she asked, leaning her forehead against the chilled dirt of the wall. “Did they get away? What the hell happened?”

“Werewolves happened.” The growl in his voice rumbled clearly through the layers of earth that separated them. “I don’t know what happened to Cade and Abby. I don’t even know how we got here—or where ‘here’ is, for that matter.”

Thea didn’t have an answer for him, so she asked another question instead. “What are these collars for?”

“No clue, but I have a bad feeling we’re about to find out.”

“Why do you say—” Cutting off, Thea shoved to her feet, pressing a hand to the wall to steady herself when she swayed. “Who’s there?” she demanded of that shadow that blotted out what little sun poured into her prison. “Who the hell are you?”

The grate that covered her cell opened with a loud screech of metal against metal, and the shadowy figure kicked his foot out, knocking down a crude rope ladder into her cell.

“Climb up,” a deep, masculine voice ordered. "Now."

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When the Purge nearly wiped out humanity and gave rise to the Allied Races Coalition, Roux Jennings refused to become a paranormal’s new pet. Forced into hiding, she remains constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long. It’s a harsh existence filled with too many dangers and not enough food, but at least she’s free.

Coalition Captain Deke Collins is tasked with protecting the citizens of Trinity Grove—both human and paranormal alike. Presenting the mask of a loyal and dutiful soldier isn’t always easy, but it’s a necessary evil. If anyone discovers he’s the leader of a group of rebels secretly known as the Revenant, he won’t live to see the next sunrise.

When circumstances force him into the path of a beautiful and tenacious female, he’s immediately drawn to the human. Dragging Roux into his world may put her in more danger than even he realizes, but it’s a risk he must take to protect her.

In a reality where paranormals rule and humans are nearly extinct, lines are drawn, sides chosen, and a war for freedom rages in secret.