Plant Alpha: Assassin by Nicola Cameron

Please welcome Nicola Cameron to The Eclectic Zaftig Chick. She’s got a little sneak peek on how her latest novel evolved.

I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Diana Gabaldon with regards to Assassin. I had to do some very deep edits for the sake of continuity and needed to replace my UN military force with a quasi-police force that would still be operating on a dying earth. I had just finished Outlander before I started editing and had a “Eureka” moment when I remembered the section about the Black Watch regiment that used to patrol the Scottish Highlands and keep the clans from outright war. Et voila, the New Black Watch was born.

 

PLANET ALPHA: ASSASSIN

By Nicola Cameron

Available: October 24, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-77233-077-9

 

BLURB: While hunting raiders, Duncan Shea and other members of the New Black Watch run into a deadly ambush. Injured and alone, Duncan stumbles across a grounded shuttle carrying an Alphan warrior named Taric and a mysterious Xyran named Zhan. The handsome aliens agree to help Duncan, but he quickly learns they also have a plan of their own — to claim him as their mate.

Forced to hide their bond from their respective governments, Taric and Zhan never expect to find their third bondmate while on an unauthorized mission to stop a vicious Xyran slave master. Neither of them can resist the urge to claim Duncan, but will their new mate help them catch their old foe, or turn them over to Earth — and Alphan — justice?

 

 

PURCHASE LINKS:

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EXCERPT

Duncan stepped back as the airlock hatch rose, revealing a huge golden Alphan warrior in a black uniform. A brief memory flickered across his mind, an afternoon with a tall, broadly built watchman who had tumbled him laughing into a bed of leaves before fucking him senseless. The sex had left him with a distinct appreciation for men built on the alien’s scale.

“Greetings, human,” the Alphan said, golden eyes staring at him curiously. “Are you in need of aid?”

The low, rumbling voice knocked him out of the memory. “Uh, yeah. I mean, yessir,” Duncan said, wondering if he should salute or what. “Name’s Duncan Shea. I’m with the New Black Watch.” He showed his right arm, where a band of green and blue tartan had been clumsily sewn. At the alien’s puzzled look he added, “It’s a guard unit. We were tracking some thieves when we got ambushed about five klicks from here.”

The alien glanced at the woods behind him. “You are alone?”

Duncan grimaced. “My men are dead. Bastards planted some kind of mine in the woods.” Like an alien’s gonna know what a mine is. “You step on it, it blows up,” he clarified. “You heard anything about that, sir?”

The Alphan’s eyebrows rose. “About … mines?”

“Or thieves, sir. Local ones.”

The alien shook his head. “I know nothing about local criminals, Watchman Shea. Nor do I know anything about human explosive devices.”

Duncan sagged. Even if the Alphan was lying, there was no way he could prove it. And forcing his way on board an alien ship, even if it wasn’t hiding outlaws on board, was suicide. “All right, thank you.” With a weary tip of his hat, he turned to go.

“Wait,” the alien ordered. “You were injured in this explosion.”

It was a statement, not a question. Duncan shrugged, then winced as his cold, tight muscles cramped with the motion. “Got banged up a little, yeah.”

This time the Alphan glanced up at the gunmetal sky and the cold rain pouring down. “This weather is not safe or healthy for an injured human. Board my ship and I shall assist you.”

It was Duncan’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “‘Scuse me?”

“Did I use your language incorrectly?” The Alphan switched to a loud, slow tone. “Board … my … ship … and—”

Duncan shook his head. “I got that. I meant, why are you gonna help me?”

The alien smiled. It made his craggy, handsome face more human, somehow. “My race signed a treaty with yours to offer assistance when and where we could. As such, it is my duty as an Alphan warrior to assist an injured human warrior.”

“Oh.” That did line up with what he’d heard about the gold aliens and their sense of honor. “Well, sir, in the case, I’d be pleased to get out of the rain for a spell.”

The Alphan stepped back, and Duncan climbed into the airlock, pulling off his hat and swallowing a moan as the warm air hit his cold, wet skin. “Oh, that feels good.”

“I imagine it does.” The Alphan towered over him by a good six inches, and a pair of pointed black horns on his forehead added another inch of height. Duncan couldn’t help checking out the thickly muscled body straining the seams of its uniform. While he was in good shape, he suspected that the Alphan could crush him like a bug.

Or throw you down and fuck you silly, part of his mind suggested.

He shivered pleasantly at the thought. “Um, do you—”

“What a sodden creature,” another voice said sourly. “Do we let it drip dry, or do we wring it out?”

 

 

BIO

 

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

 

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

 

Swoop on Love by Elodie Parkes

Please welcome back Elodie Parkes. She’s got another hot number for you to get a sneak peeK and a giveaway!

Thank you for inviting me to the blog to celebrate the release of ‘Swoop on Love’ from Evernight Publishing.

I loved writing this story because of the inspiration behind it. Like my heroine, Jeanie, I found a sign post to a strangely named place and followed the country road that took me there. I didn’t find the two shifter heroes Nathan and Reed, but I did find the country restaurant that is mentioned in the story, and I passed the Christmas tree plantations that also feature in the scenery of the book.

Nathan and Reed are special characters for me. They are similar in looks but so different in personality. Nathan is alpha and the enforced restrictions on his life in recent years have taken their toll. He’s reckless, risk taking and that’s how Jeanie uncovers his secret. He inspired the title since he saw Jeanie wants her and love, and so he takes it.

Reed is gentle, sensual, and giving, but he’s also very sexy.

About ‘Swoop on Love’

Lured to the place by its intriguing name, Jeanie was to find no owls lived there, but someone or thing does…will she realize before it’s too late?

Suspense…shifters…sex…and love

Jeanie explores her new neighborhood and finds a strange little road leading to a place with an intriguing name. Owlswick. It’s Saturday and she has no plans, as usual, why not drive down this road? What she finds there is even more fascinating than the place name, and to her delight, a very attractive man lives there. Too bad he’s furious with her for taking a photograph. Why is that? What will Jeanie find when she checks the picture out at home later?

A love story, graphic sex scenes and a twist of fantasy suspense, 18+

Read an excerpt from Swoop on Love: 18+ rated

They fell into each other’s arms. Nathan pulled her close and kissed her softly. Jeanie responded to him. She pressed against him with such passion it filled him with a longing he’d not experienced for many years. He drew back from her and rested his forehead against hers. They breathed against each other for a moment before Nathan kissed her again. Down her neck, across her throat, up to her ear, where he lingered and whispered, “You’re so lovely.”

She pushed closer and he cupped her bottom, pulling her in so that she could feel his cock hard against her. It felt so good to press against her, that he lost himself in kissing her. He nibbled her bottom lip. At her gasp of desire, his stomach clenched and his cock jerked. He slid his tongue against hers and kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. Her body felt so right against his, and he savored the taste of her lips, the softness of her ass in his hands. His heart pounded and although he hadn’t set out to, he wanted it all to be real. He thrust against her, ramming her back against her car. She clung to him, murmuring low sounds of pleasure. His cock was so hard he thought he might come right then when she smoothed her hands down the back of his thighs, leaving a trail of heat through his jeans.

Purchase Links:

Amazon | Amazon UK | All Romance eBooks | Evernight Publishing | Bookstrand

About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Pimp My Book: White Sands by Katherine Wyvern

Welcome to Pimp My Book. Today, we have Katherine Wyvern, another kick-as author with Evernight. Their newest release, White Sands (The Cydonian Tales), came out on June 27, 2012. White Sands is the sequel to Black Carnival. They’ve come here to give you a little insight on the novel. Enjoy!

Evernight Publishing’s
Katherine Wyvern

featuring White Sands

BLURB: Ivory Blake is back in NeuVenedig, the city of the erotic Black Carnival, and this time she is not a tourist. As she finally begins to make it as an artist and settle in the local way of life, she is also trying to find again the man she has fallen in love with during the last Carnival, Lune.

Belonging to an artificial breed striving for independence from the stifling laws of the Galactic Union, his life is however in danger, as the leaders of the liberation party die mysteriously one by one.

Romance is easier and more carefree with Lune’s young companion, Laz’law, another acquaintance from the Carnival, and as his two young lovers try to understand the secret of Lune’s life, love, danger and lust bring them all ever closer together.

EXCERPT: I swallowed painfully. He bent his head forward. The water ran down his neck and back, steamy hot now, and the whole misty, watery body-scape changed and shifted. He moaned in pleasure, and then opened his eyes to look at me.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“Nearly,” I said, very faintly.

He grinned and put a hand out towards me; I stepped in with him and into his arms.

A thrill of absolute bliss shook me all over when our skins came together, with nothing in between but the thin sheet of hot water. I opened my lips to kiss his neck, and water flowed from his skin into my mouth, salty at first, and then sweeter and sweeter, as the last sweat was washed from his body. As his arms closed around me and his hands ran wetly along my back, I moaned and went limp against his body, pressing my cheek on his chest and just absorbing the heat of his skin, his muscular closeness, his always surprising tenderness, until the water running down from his chin into my hair flowed into my face, and I had to move to breathe. I put my arms around his neck, and we kissed, water mingling on our lips. It was as if our skins were melting into each other. I held his shoulders and kneaded the taut muscles on his back. I caressed up to his neck and held his face between my palms, stroking the tiny scales on his temples with my thumbs, brushing carefully over the silver studs in his eyebrow.

I wanted to tell him you are so beautiful, but I guessed he would know that already.

“You are so beautiful,” I said anyway, because I could not keep it down. It just bubbled out of me between kisses.

He smiled and did not answer; he was too well aware of his looks to make demure noises, but not so arrogant as to preen and strut at the compliment. He just held me a bit tighter and kissed my neck, biting softly between kiss and kiss, sending a spike of hot desire into my belly. I moaned and rubbed my pelvis against his. His cock hung heavy between us, dark, utterly black now that it was wet, almost completely erect. He was too tall for me to rub my cleft on it, even when I stood on tip toe, lifting a knee up to wrap my leg around his side; he laughed softly and spread his legs wide to lower his crotch somewhat. His hands were on the small of my back, skimming on running water and shivering skin. I pressed my clitoris on his shaft, and it quivered and stiffened under my body. His teeth were almost hurting the flesh of my neck, but that was also good. I moaned again, rubbing my face on his wet shoulder and my nipples on his chest.

When his hand cupped one of my buttocks and squeezed hard and then pulled me even further up, almost lifting me from the floor, I held on to his shoulders and finally folded my other leg around his waist.

He held me up, easily enough. There are some advantages in being ridiculously small.

“If I slip now, we are toast,” he said, with an amused little grin.

“Don’t slip, then.” I spoke very softly into his ear, and then I pushed my tongue in it, which made him laugh and shiver.

I licked the wet convoluted shell of his ear and laid tiny quiet kisses on it until he turned to lay my back against the tiled wall of the shower and pinned me there with his chest, kissing me hard while our bodies searched for each other. It was a bit of blind hide-and-seek down there, without hands, and we were both giggling by the time his glans nudged its way inside me. But when I finally sank into his arms, down along the length of his shaft, we both stopped laughing and sighed heavily at the same time. I squeezed my muscles around him, feeling his once familiar and now newly discovered girth inside me. He made a sound not unlike a little, soft roar which made me almost laugh again, and I held his waist tighter with my legs, amazed by how naturally we seemed to fit into each other. There was no other thought in my mind at all in that moment, just wonder at his indescribable perfection.

His pelvis was rocking me against the wall, softly at first and then faster, and all around me and inside me was slick wetness, and warm hardness. Our mouths met again in kiss after hungry kiss, as he thrust deeper and deeper in me as my body opened to his. Then his neck folded sideways, softly, as if he had gone suddenly wholly limp, his cheek went to rest on my arm where I held on to his shoulders, and a long low wail escaped his parted lips.

I just looked into his face, taking in his abandon like a gift, while his hard member throbbed inside me, and yet another kind of wetness flowed between our joined bodies.

When I kissed his open mouth softly he barely stirred, lost to the world for a long, long moment. I was amazed that he would still hold me up so steadily.

Afterwards, as we stood together, rubbing soap onto each other’s skins, we exchanged tiny kisses, lips on lips. I painted pale, soapy spirals around his nipples, then turned him around and rubbed his muscular back with slick hands, until he leaned face to the wall wholly relaxed, moaning happily.

When he stood under the shower jet to rinse himself, lines of runny foam trailed white on the dark brown of his skin, emphasizing the lean volumes of his chest, belly and hips, the length of his haunches, following the lines of his thighs, and spiraling down along his calves like a creamy caress, like a stream of melting snow that touched his burning, luxuriant darkness for a fleeting moment, lovingly, and then was gone.

Where can you buy White Sands?
Evernight Publisher
Amazon
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Bookstrand

Where to Follow Katherine Wyvern:
Website
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