Yay, it’s finally release day for Amorous Overnight, and I’m thrilled to be here with the lovely and generous Cristal Ryder!
When I wrote Alien Overnight lo these many years ago, I had no idea that Shelley Bonham would have her own book—I just thought she was a nurse (one of my own personal heroes), a great friend and the perfect foil for the heroine of that book, Dr. Monica Teague (aka Monica the Intrepid). Monica was thrilled to be living among the aliens and headed to a distant planet, while Shelley was practically afraid of her own shadow—she only took the job at the alien mating compound for the money and couldn’t wait to get away from the aliens themselves.
It took me a while to dig out the real Shelley, the one who was a heroine rather than a victim—the nurturing protector I’d planted the seeds for in Alien Overnight—but I think it was worth the time and effort. She turned out to be someone I’d really love to hang out and be friends with. I hope you like her, too. :D
And as for the sexy alien heroes of this story…Cecine and Hastion turned absolutely everything I’d originally thought about them upside down. Both of them proved once again that appearances can be deceptive—that strength can cover deep vulnerability and looking meek and mild-mannered doesn’t mean you can’t kick ass and take names later when the need arises.
What’s better than one hot alien at your service? Two hot aliens in your bed!
After four months of orbiting Earth in a spaceship bursting with sex-starved aliens, nurse Shelley Bonham will do just about anything to get off. The ship, that is.
Not that the aliens aren’t hot enough to put her hormones on red alert. In fact, the more time she spends with the Garathani leader and his personal guard Hastion, the more she wants them. Knowing what Cecine and Hastion are doing to each other when nobody’s looking only makes it harder to keep her hands to herself.
But she’s already been betrayed by one alien—her dead douchebag of a husband. Can she trust her future—and her children—to another?
Reader Advisory: Contains the usual Robin L. Rotham smorgasbord of m/m/f ménage and D/s elements, plus a shipload of alien alphas in outer space.
Cecine’s naked torso streamed with sweat as he ran uphill, using one of the scenic programs Jasmine had designed. It was a challenging course, with steep slopes, panoramic mountain vistas, and an abundance of Terran flora and fauna, but he saw little beyond his upcoming engagement with the ensign. Anticipation had taken a severe enough toll on his own concentration that he’d excused himself from the council’s morning meeting and come to the training center to work off some of his excitement.
After his workout, he might make use of the probe too so that he had all his wits about him in the arena. It wouldn’t do to spook the ensign or betray the intimate nature of their relationship to any warriors who happened to be in attendance.
“Minister Cecine, Shelley Bonham seeks an audience with you.”
Frowning, he slowed to a walk. “End program, Empran, and direct her to come to my quarters in ten minutes.”
The flare field vanished and he leapt off the aerobic platform. Slinging his towel around his neck, he picked up his hydration bottle and drained it before exiting the Command training center. When he strode through the door, he nearly collided with Shelley Bonham.
She reeled back with a squeak and would have fallen if he hadn’t seized her flailing arm to yank her upright. Pulling away at once, she stood there gawking at him and rubbing the spot on her bare arm where he’d touched her.
“Ms. Bonham,” he acknowledged with a nod. “I beg your pardon. I’d intended to shower and dress before greeting you.”
Her mouth still slightly ajar, she nodded at him, her eyes flickering up and down between his face and his bare chest, which was still dripping with sweat. Amused, he grabbed the towel and mopped off his face and neck while her gaze ventured all the way down to his bare feet and back up.
“You’re welcome to wait in my sitting area while I make myself more presentable,” he invited, gesturing down the curving corridor.
The rosy hue in her cheeks deepened to a splotchy red. “No! I mean, that’s okay, I…”
Her eyes slid down to his chest again as if drawn by a powerful magnet and Cecine bit the inner skin of his lower lip to keep from grinning. If he’d known she would react this strongly to the sight of his body, he’d have made it a point to accidentally intrude on one of her private sessions in the Ccommand training center weeks ago.
Then the tip of her little pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
Swearing silently, he closed his eyes for a moment and tried to stem the rush of arousal. Peserin, did she truly have no idea what the sight of a wet, healthy tongue did to a horny male?
When he opened them, her gaze had drifted below his waist once more.
So much for stemming the arousal. Against his will, hot blood pounded through his already overwarm body, tightening every muscle and thickening his cock.
He subdued a growl of frustration. As her mate, he had every right to grab her by her lacy tail of yellow hair, claim her pretty tongue and lush pink rosebud lips with his mouth and then pull down his exercise brief and claim them again with his cock. If she had any idea of the restraint he was exercising at the moment, she’d run all the way to her quarters without looking back.
Fortunately for her, his brief constricted all movement of his privates, so the discomfort was all his.
“Ms. Bonham,” he said abruptly, making her jump. “Do you wish to stand here or accompany me to my quarters?”
To celebrate the release of Amorous Overnight, I’m giving away a Kindle Fire on the Smutketeers blog. I’m also giving away a $25 gift card to one lucky visitor to Cristal’s blog—just comment on this post, telling me why you like to read alien romance, and you’ll be entered. :D
Thanks for dropping by, and a special thanks to Cristal for hosting me today!