Virtual Book Tour- Eve’s Rescue: Coalition Mates 3

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Hi there! I’ve got a virtual tour starting July 20- July 31, stop by and check it out! Below are the scheduled stops with links to the blog sites:

July 20: Long and Short Reviews
July 21: Unabridged Andra’s
July 22: Books and Other Spells
July 23: Romance Novel Giveaways
July 24: Blog of author Jacey Holbrand
July 27: The Reading Addict 
July 27: Erotica For All
July 28: Booklover Sue
July 29: From Me to You … Video, Photography, and Book Reviews 
July 30: Archaeolibrarian – I dig good books!
July 30: Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock 
July 31: Snarky Mom Reads…

A big thank you to all the hosts, I look forward to meeting you!

Thanks,

Sarah.

Surrender: Coalition Mates 4 Blurb

Surrender: Coalition Mates 4

Seduce me with words.

Inspire me with passion.

Blind me with longing.

Break me with need.

Bind me with love

Sally Owens was content to spend her life hiding in plain sight, as long as no one got too close or tried to wrestle the reigns away from her that is…

When she goes out for a night on the town to troll for the new Mr. Right Now, getting kidnapped and shipped out into space was NOT what she had in mind. But above all else Sally is a survivor and she soon comes up with a plan to thrive in this new world.

Arkenon Quinn, Courtesan Guild Master on the planet of Sirus, is informed that one of the new human refugees wants to join the Courtesan Guild and he was of course curious. However, when he meets the audacious and beautiful Sally he finds himself signing up to be the one to mentor her against his better judgement. What he could never have anticipated was how quickly this fascinating creature would steal his heart and force him to do something he’s never had to do before- chase a female.

Will Sally’s painful past keep her from finding a future with the man who’s like no other she’s ever met? Or will she have the strength to place her body and soul in Arkenon’s extremely capable hands?

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This is the 4th book in the Coalition Mates series, and to be honest Sally took me on a bit of an emotional roller coaster while I was writing this, but in the end I think she turned out just fine. I’ll have the release date posted as soon as I know. Want to read more in this series? Click on the link below to get the first three books!

Buy Link: Coalition Mates Series

Thanks for reading!

Sarah.

Reflection:

I never realised until I published my first book in December how much emotional grit it takes on a daily basis to be an author.

I’ve always been a voracious reader and of course appreciated when I found an author who I really could connect with, an author that I could always rely on when purchasing their newest book that they would always deliver an enjoyable reading experience. We all have our favorites for one reason or another; I love strong, quirky, sarcastic characters that make me laugh out loud. I eagerly pre-order the next Shelly Laurenston, Eve Langlais, Laurann Dohner or Viola Grace novels, only to name a few of my go-to favorites, and wait like a child on Christmas Eve for the release dates. I binge read like a maniac until they’re sadly gone, silently berating myself for not rationing them out to make them last longer….then I sullenly return to reread my favorites until something new catches my fancy.

What I could never have anticipated was the excitement and the horror I would feel simultaneously every time a new review of my own books pops up, the insecurity wondering if what I’m working on at the moment is any good, or if readers will be able to connect and appreciate the characters that I’ve grown to love so much. It’s a tough job, one which I could never have appreciated until I actually had the balls to do it myself.

So to all the authors out there on behalf of a reader, thank you for sharing your wonderful imaginations with all of us who love to experience them with you!

To all the readers out there, on behalf of an author, thank you for your support and interest…and putting up with all of the crazy stuff that is running around in our heads! Without you our characters wouldn’t get to live at all.

Sarah.

Love at first sight: Romance fact or fairy tale?

I recently had a reader review of one of my books and one comment they made stuck with me. They said that they didn’t like the ‘instant love’ as they called it between the main characters. Now, bear in mind that this particular book was in the science fiction/ romance genre, which is filled with all sorts of fantastical ideas. Vampires, shape-shifters, aliens….zombie apocalypse. So out of all of these ideas, the fact that ‘love at first sight’ was the most unbelievable made me rather, well to be honest…sad.

Have we really become so jaded in this modern age that the simple romance of falling in love at first sight has become an archaic notion or urban myth?

In a society where the norm is now filling out 40 pages of an online questionnaire of micro-matching, then hoping beyond hope that the person popping up on the other side has been truthful in said questionnaires, just for the possibility that it will lead you to your perfect mate; it’s little wonder that some have an issue with embracing the simple idea of following ones heart.

Why do I write science fiction romance? It’s a lot of fun first of all. Secondly, perhaps its because my own love life has always been a little…well, complicated. My bad luck in love has been rather constant, leading me to the only logical conclusion; obviously I must have been a very, very naughty person in a previous life to end up with such bad romantic karma.

What’s one of my personal fantasies?

A simple, real love. Free of the constraints, mating rituals and dating games of today’s society.

Am I still holding out hope somewhere in the deepest reaches of my heart and imagination that my knight in shining alien armor or some version of him will come to my rescue and take me away from all this drudgery?

Maybe….I guess I’m just an old fashioned girl at heart.

Here’s to hoping that your imagination always takes you to the dreams you’ve yet to reach.

Sarah.

Eve’s Rescue Release Day!

Eve's Rescue: Coalition Mates 3

Eve’s Rescue: Coalition Mates 3

Hi there! Its release day for the third book in my Coalition Mates series, Eve’s Rescue. This one has been my favorite to write so far, the heroine Evangeline is a strong woman with a sassy sense of humor!

Blurb:

Evangeline Scott was hoping for a fun night on the town after a hellish day. What she couldn’t have imagined was getting kidnapped by alien slavers and then left to die on an abandoned ship.

Kai Dallen and Roan Quinn were having some bad luck of their own when they found themselves set up by an old adversary and trapped in the vault of a Dhuaation Pharaoh’s ship with no way out. When Khaman-Ra makes them an offer they can’t refuse, the two space pirates end up rescuing a ship full of human female cargo. All three males are immediately drawn to one of the beauties and make an agreement to satisfy everyone’s desires. The only problem is, they didn’t think to ask Eve and when she wakes up to find that she’s now married to three aliens she’s mad as hell. By the time all four of them realise their true feelings, will it be too late, as a woman from Roan’s past threatens to ruin it all?

Ready to read some more? Click on this link to get Eve’s Rescue and the other two books in the Coalition Mates series!

I hope you enjoy them!

Thanks,

Sarah

The Choice

The Choice

Love is without reason.

Fear is without faith.

A rational person fears the fall,

fears the possibility of the heartbreak.

But a fearless person leaps into love,

without regard for the repercussions.

Who is the fool?

Those who leap or those who fall?

Eve’s Rescue- Coalition Mates 3 Teaser

 

 

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Here’s a teaser for Eve’s Rescue, due to be released in June!

***Adult content warning! Contains sexual situations and language that may offend some people, so please……eye-muffs if you’re on the delicate side! ****

Eve’s Rescue: Coalition Mates 3

Eve was officially drunk and getting sleepy, when Kai’s soft caresses on her feet began to turn into a slow massage working its way up her calves, and Kham’s hands began soft caresses along her shoulders, his hot breath tickling her ear. She barely even noticed that Kai had started to move closer, lifting her legs so her thighs were now over his lap, and Roan moved to take over massaging her feet with his massive hands. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that all three men were fully aroused and what a strange sensation it was to feel three hard cocks pressing insistently against her at various spots. With the wine making her feel relaxed and their hands making her feel other things, she decided to enjoy herself for just a few minutes before telling them to keep their grabby hands to themselves. Like…at least ten more minutes.

“So, tell us, love, what exactly are the parameters of your no-sex clause now that we are getting to know one another better?” Kham whispered softly into her ear before gently licking along her neck, causing a shiver to race down her spine into some very interesting places.

By this time Kai had the skirt of her dress pushed up to her thighs, and he was stroking hypnotically up and down, his thumbs getting closer to the heart of her with every pass. It was difficult to keep her traitorous body from opening her legs wider, giving him more access to where she craved his fingers would trail. Kham’s hands began to dip lower on her collarbone, his long golden fingers gently massaging the tops of her breasts bringing her nipples to tight attention.

“Well,” she managed to get out in a breathy voice, “obviously we are married, so a certain level of affection and touching would be appropriate…”

Her breath was cut off, and her words ended on a less than dignified squeal when Roan pressed the bottom of her foot fully against his hard cock beneath his pants. All three men were breathing just as heavily as she was, and she could tell they were maintaining an effort to be still beneath her. Eve had to admit to herself, that after a three-year dry spell her slightly slutty side was currently in a serious bitch-slap fight with her self-righteous feminist side on how this night was going to go down. But with three pairs of hands on her, not to mention other random body parts, the decision was rapidly leaning one way.

“What about this type of affection?” Kai said in a low voice as one of his hands slid up her torso and gently cupped her breast, lightly running his thumb back and forth over the hard nipple.

“Oh,” she breathed out as she pushed up into his hand. “Yes, that’s nice.”

Eve had begun to sweat now, Kham’s chest at her back felt like he was on fire. His lips were feathering along her neck while one of his hands came up over the other side of her to caress her other breast through the soft material of the dress. Her pussy had soaked through the small panties that she’d been given to wear with the ensemble, and she felt Roan’s hands move up along her hips to play with the strings on either side. His thumbs slowly gliding up and down on the top of her mound, never quite going low enough, but the light touch seemed to electrify the nerve endings. Her anticipation was making her pant as she wished he’d simply make his way to her clit. At this point she was so turned on that one firm pass over it, and she’d be screaming his name as she came.

“May we take off your dress, love?” Roan asked, never stopping the caress of his hands.

“But…rules…” She could barely put the two words together with all three sets of their hands slowly torturing her. Then all of a sudden their hands all stopped moving.

“What, nooo don’t stop!” she whimpered, moving her body against them trying to get them to continue.

“We won’t move until you tell us the rules, baby. Don’t you want us to touch you?” Kai asked in a whisper before he leaned up and slowly ran his tongue along her bottom lip.

“Oh my God, okay, fine,” she said in a rush. “Making out and heavy petting is okay, just no penetration.”

“Deal.” All three of the men accepted eagerly with determined nods.

It sounded weak even to her own ears, and her feminist alter ego was groaning in self-disappointment, but what the hell ever! Eve took a moment to look at the three men who were currently peeling her dress carefully from her shoulders like they were unwrapping a present. Kham had returned his lips to her neck while his golden hands lightly traced over her skin as Kai and Roan uncovered it setting her nerves on fire once again. Three sets of hands moved over her once she was bare, their touch just barely skimming over her making her crazy with the need for more. Over her breasts and down her sides, from the tops of her feet up the insides of her legs until they brushed back down the other side, down her arms to trail over her palms and fingers. Eve had never had such an overwhelming amount of stimulation over her skin before. How could such a gentle touch be so seductive?

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Want to read more about the other Coalition Mates and their adventures? Click here!

Thanks for reading!

Sarah.

 

The Hunt

The Hunt

As the winter fades and the night air is rich with new life,

She stirs again within.

The warm darkness is like silk against my skin,

Coaxing her closer and closer to the surface.

 

She aches to be set free to join the hunt,

To raise her face to the moon in adoration,

To feel the power of the earth beneath her feet.

 

Oh how I long to set her free, this beast inside.

If only for a moment.

The temptation to leave my world behind and lose myself is so strong on nights like these it leaves me breathless.

 

My biggest fear is that once she gets a taste of freedom, there will be no returning to the life before.

I fear the freedom, I fear the power, for with it comes violent instincts long repressed.

 

Would she ever give me back control?

Or even worse, would I even want it?

The Dichotomy Within

The Dichotomy Within

We all have a dichotomy within.

How can two parts of a whole be so opposing?

 

So casually the heart brushes aside hard won resolutions made by the head.

Betrayal to its host without conscience.

For the heart has no concept of tomorrow or yesterday; it feels only now.

It’s the head that must bear the burden of remembered hurts and guarded futures.

But who is the betrayer, the heart or the head?

Is it caution or disregard which leads to the fall?

Perhaps you know if you’ve met the other half of your soul when the two parts finally align.

 

True love doesn’t love in spite of the rest of the world,

It loves oblivious of the rest of the world.

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For M.

May you find the path you are looking for.