Mating Fever: (Interstellar Brides, Book 10) by Grace Goodwin
Date of Publication: April 6, 2017
Blurb
Megan Simmons followed her entire Army unit into space as volunteers to protect Earth as members of the Coalition Fleet. Eighteen months later, on a Hive controlled planet, she is separated from her unit and trapped. She is certain death will have its day until an Atlan Warlord appears from nowhere and risks his life to save her. Lost and alone behind enemy lines, Megan will do anything to keep her sexy savior alive until one problem arises, and this one she can't fight her way out of. Despite the danger, her Atlan Warlord's beast takes one look at her and decides she belongs to him.
Nyko of Atlan never hesitates to charge into battle against Hive scum. When he sees a human soldier in trouble, he follows routine, ripping his enemies to shreds to save a fellow warrior. But when that warrior turns out to be a beautiful and curvy human female, the beast he's been fighting suddenly breaks free with just one simple demand...MINE.
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Exclusive Excerpt Mating Fever
I was being kissed. And carried. Literally lifted off my feet and a hot, very insistent mouth was on mine. We were moving but I didn’t know to where. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be kissed.
Hot. Deep. Lush. My body responded instantly. My pussy became wet, my nipples hardened when a growl rumbled deep in his chest. I felt it as much as heard the carnal sound.
All at once, I was pushed against a wall and I felt every hard inch of him pressing into me. He was big. So big that I felt the thick outline of his cock pressing high against my belly.
“Mine,” he said, his voice a harsh rasp. His lips only lifted enough for him to breathe that one word, but I felt it all the way to my toes.
Yes. I had no problem agreeing with that. I had no idea who this guy was or why he was kissing me, but I didn’t care. I wanted him with a desperation I’d never known.
Through our clothes I felt his heat. It was as if he had a fever, his body raging with a need for me that all but consumed him, turned him into something dark and primitive.
“Yes, yours,” I whispered.
His hands slid down my body, down my $bare body. Wait. I was naked. $He was dressed. I should stop him, but why? It felt too damn good.
I didn’t need my clothes. I needed him to remove his.
He stepped back and I was able to see he wore the uniform of a Coalition fighter, and he filled it out so beautifully. I couldn’t, though, see his face. Why? Why couldn’t I see who was making me so needy?
His hands went to his pants, opened them and pulled out his cock. Whoa, now that was a monster cock. Long and thick with a broad head, I licked my lips with an eagerness to taste him.
What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t salivate after a stranger’s cock.
Until now.
“Mine.” There was that one word, witty dialogue again, but my body responded as if he’d just whispered a hundred and one erotic, naughty deeds he was going to do to me. He reached for my wrists, lifted my hands to his lips where he kissed the metal I now noticed circled my wrists.
Atlan mating cuffs.
Guest Post
I’m a writer. Do you know what that means? Honestly? I think I have the best job in the world. I’ve done more than a few others. Worked retail, fast food, owned my own business, worked in the medical field, and been a salesman—er, saleswoman.
Writing is by far my favorite. I love creating worlds and exciting new people to fall in love with. I love adventure and gadgets and crazy-hot love scenes. I love mixing my love of outer space with hot hunks. So, yes, I have an amazing job. But according to www.top5ofanything.com writing doesn’t make the top of the list.
What does? I was curious, too. So, here you go…
The Top 5 Job Categories in the United States (2014)
Occupation Number of Workers
1 Office and administrative support 20.9 million
2 Sales and related 13.9 million
3 Food preparation and serving related 11.8 million
4 Transport and material moving 8.8 million
5 Production 8.3 million
So, no, I guess I’m not Top 5. But I’ll keep my day job! Hope you’re doing something you love. And when you’re not—read. ☺
Xoxo
~Grace
About Grace Goodwin
Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she'd grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead.
Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman's pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of.
She currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince.
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