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!


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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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. 


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. 


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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“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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