Thursday, February 6, 2014
Commander's Slave...a sneak peek at the sequel to Surrender
Yesterday I signed a contract with Etopia Press for a sci fi erotic romance called Commander's Slave, the sequel to Surrender.
In Surrender, the heroine, Fiona, has to impersonate the runaway First Daughter, Betsy Carson, and marry a Kall warrior to fulfill part of a peace treaty between Earth and the Kall homeworld. It's mentioned in Surrender that Betsy Carson has been captured and will face trial.
Commander's Slave is Betsy's story.
Here's the unofficial blurb:
Sentenced to a lifetime of slavery on the Kall homeworld for crimes she did not commit, First Daughter Betsy Carson expects the rest of her days to be a constant struggle for survival. She’s stunned when a kind old Kall purchases her from the auction block, and even more stunned to learn she’s a gift for his younger brother – a fierce Kall warrior who loathes humans with his every breath. Her hopes to be left alone by her new master are dashed when he orders her to sleep in his bed, and she soon discovers disobedience will earn her a firm, bare bottom spanking from the strong warrior. Not only that, but her resolve to resist his advances crumbles as time passes and she finds herself trembling for his touch.
Commander Edek enjoys taming the spirited Betsy, and he finds owning a petite human slave has its benefits. Her silken red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and soft curves entice him like no other female before. Her sweet presence calms the storm raging in his heart, healing the wounds caused by the war against Earth, and the passion they share gives him hope for the future. But his new world is shattered when he arrives home to find her missing one day, and Edek’s skills as a Kall warrior are put to the ultimate test.
And here's an (unedited) excerpt:
“You know I despise humans. Why gift her to me instead of another?” As he spoke, Edek’s eyes continued to bore into her, but she managed to hold his gaze in an act of bravery. She wouldn’t spend the rest of her life cowering before him.
“She’ll be good for you, brother. I can feel it.” Lanzo left the room with slow, uneven steps, disappearing down the dim hallway that led to his chambers.
Betsy seriously doubted Lanzo’s words. Edek’s cold stare prickled her skin, and fear riddled her insides as he approached her once more, coming to stand directly before her. At least this time his hands remained at his sides. The terror of his touch lingered.
“I want your name. Your name and the crimes you committed.” His tone was businesslike and softer than before, but it wasn’t enough to earn her trust. Lanzo had been nothing but kind to her, but she hadn’t even told him about her past. She’d resolved to tell no one.
If the Kall of Sumlin District knew her real name, a particularly cruel Kall, possibly Edek, would want to make an example of her. She imagined the execution of the First Daughter would draw an excited crowd. The triumphant shouts of the Kall in the courtroom still haunted her each night as she drifted to sleep.
Edek’s hot breath fanned against her face. He loomed over her, forbidding and tense, as if reining in his anger. She wished Lanzo hadn’t left her alone. Abandonment filled her that her one friend had left her in such deadly hands. Edek had been on his way to Earth to kill as many humans as possible, so what prevented him from harming her now? Nothing.
She was nothing to him. Lonely tears brimmed in her eyes, and she blinked them back and bit her lip. Oh how she missed Earth. And now that Edek had returned to Sumlin District, her days with Lanzo had come to an end. She’d felt safe with the elderly Kall and enjoyed his company. He was unlike most Kall. His constant aura of peace put her at ease, and she’d come to see him as a father figure.
Now the past had repeated itself. Her real father had abandoned her to a Kall, arranging a marriage behind her back. Lanzo had given her to a violent Kall who despised humans. As his slave. The bitter irony of it plunged her into despair. There was nowhere to run this time. Not with the tracking device implanted deep in her arm. She’d be caught in no time and surely punished by Edek.
“Since you want to do this the hard way, we’ll go to my room. Wouldn’t want to scare the servants with all your screaming.” He grasped her arm and hauled her out of the dining room.
Betsy’s bare feet hit the cold stone floor of a set of stairs she’d never climbed. The hallways from the dining room led in many directions, and she’d never had any reason to venture to this part of the large house. Small dim orbs of light lined the stone walls, casting an eerie glow up the precipitous steps that led to a massive metal door. They reached the door in no time, and her stomach lurched as it hissed open.
Edek gave her a light shove inside the dark room. She blinked, trying to focus on the shapes of furniture barely visible in the darkness. As she spun in a slow circle, dozens of tiny orbs of light glowed to life, revealing a sparsely furnished room with a large bed at the center of it all. The bed gave her pause. Her gaze locked with Edek’s and he shut the door with an ominous click.