Showing posts with label Interracial romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Interracial romance. Show all posts
Thursday, September 14, 2017
The Warriors of Sidereal Command by Clare-Two Books and A Powerful Yet Forbidden Love- #ScifiRomance #MF
Blurb
Caitlin Driskoll awakens nearly a century later to find everything changed around her. Forced to be a cryo soldier, her once promising life hangs in the balance in the midst of an interstellar war.
Lt. Colonel Medoro Keegan, is the one charged with keeping his crew safe but finds that his feelings for Caitlin are doing more harm than good.
Together they must fight for their planet in order to have a chance at love. Because for The Warriors of Sidereal Command, the only heat they feel is when two bodies share one bed.
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Cold Warriors (Book 1)
Left in cryogenic stasis for nearly a century, Caitlin Driskoll is awakened and drafted into a war she knows nothing about. Expected to defend a world where her kind is despised and expendable, she discovers love and respect from the one man who can’t be associated with her.
Lieutenant Colonel Medoro Keegan has spent a lifetime in the Marines. With no family to speak of, the Corps and his ship, the USS Blanchard, are all the loved ones he needs…until Caitlin sparks a fire within, that threatens to consume him if he doesn’t walk away.
Will he choose a life of certainty in the only world he knows or give it all to Caitlin and run the risk of losing someone, yet again?
Excerpt
He didn’t know what to say. His first clash with her had distracted him to the point of madness. It had been some time since he’d had such a powerful encounter with a woman. The last one to push his buttons that hard, he wound up marrying.
Caitlin was stubborn, mouthy, somewhat insubordinate, and filled with an innate force he had not seen in sometime. She had no problem in standing up for who or what she believed in. He didn’t like the feelings she stirred in him. He dare not consider them. Especially with her. She was a subordinate and a cryo. It was against regulations for him to even think of starting anything with her.
He shifted his stance. His heart pounded in his ears and breaths quickened. “Ms. Driskoll. I don’t know what you expect from me.”
“Nothing more than I expect from myself.”
Before he knew it, he crossed the distance between them and swept her into a searing kiss. He caressed her body, touching every curve. Arousal sped through his body like lightening. He dug his fingers in her hair and hungrily dominated her mouth, his tongue delving in, playing with hers. Gripping her waist, he lifted her up and placed on her the table. She arched her neck exposing her creamy skin. He nipped and bit at it enjoying its smoothness. He reached up and caressed her breasts, a need filling him to see them, taste them.
He was ready to slip off into oblivion when he remembered himself. It was the middle of the day; they were in a briefing room and would be caught. Breaking off the kiss, he raised his hands in surrender.
“Jesus,” he said in between breaths.
“What?” she panted, as she straightened her uniform.
“Please leave. Just go.” He closed his eyes, wrestling his feelings into submission. Holding them down, he shuddered. Dear God, help me. He needed her so badly. His breathing slowed to a normal rate. When he opened his eyes, she was gone.
“Sir, you’re needed on the bridge,” the voice on the com said.
“Be right there,” he replied, grateful for the distraction.
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Ice and Peace (Book 2)
Blurb
A New Threat? After a long and vicious war, peace is on the horizon for Earth and its allies. However, a series of mysterious attacks on several secret military installations causes hostilities to rise once again.
Redemption. Having left under a cloud of disgrace, retired Marine Colonel Medoro Keegan is called back to duty.
Bound. His wife Caitlin, the only surviving member of her team, chooses to embrace life, albeit grudgingly, as a cryo soldier. Seen as sub-human, she is forced to serve a planet that denies her rights as a person.
Driven. Guided by their sense of duty and belief that some things are bigger than them, they are determined to risk it all.
Hope. The cost of war is high. Can their love and marriage survive? Or will it be killed off by the very same mission that brought them together?
Excerpt
Caitlin was a sight for sore eyes. She was beautiful. Her petite frame was perfectly accented by the curves of her figure. And her brown eyes and coffee-brown skin was smooth, creamy.
Standing at attention, she did not meet his gaze. Though it was customary not to do as a sign of military courtesy, he could tell she was not doing it for that reason. Her gaze was different. Circling her, he tried to see if he could catch her watching him out of the corner of her eye. In fact, she appeared to be staring blankly ahead.
Peering directly at her, he spoke in a soft tone. “At ease.”
She relaxed.
“Cate. Can you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded mechanically.
Pain pierced his insides. She was definitely not there. Keegan placed his hands on his hips and hung his head in defeat. The one thing that was supposed to go right did not. For whatever reason, they had placed her in a deeper state of mental control than she’d ever been in. He controlled the hostile emotions brewing with him. Touching her face gently, he felt her icy skin.
This is unacceptable! Not here. I will not let this happen here. Not under my command.
“Chief, listen up,” he said in an authoritative tone. He knew in this state, it was the only way he could speak to her and still have her respond.
“Yes, sir.” Her gaze became even more distant.
Her response fueled his anger. “You are going to hightail it down to the doc and receive a full examination. Tell him it is based on my orders. He will know what to do. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Knowing that she was under the influence of cryo neurotransmitters, Keegan figured the only way to combat it was to get someone to reverse it. They usually wore off once she was away from the stimulus triggers for a long period of time. But considering her stimulus triggers were high-ranking officers in uniform and combat situations, being around here meant she was going to be in a drone zone for a very long time. The last thing he needed was a zombie on board, especially one in charge of the lives others.
Only the jerks in psyche warfare thought doing this to someone would be a good idea. As long as he was running the ship, none of that would be allowed. There weren’t going to be any super zombies soldiers on board his ship. And he’d rollover in his grave before he let them do it to his wife.
“After you come back from the doc, you will report to me, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are there any questions?”
“No, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
She did an about face before leaving the room. Keegan clasped his hands behind his back. In the blink of an eye, his joy had turned to sorrow. Now faced with the responsibility of looking after his wife, he wondered how could he handle the burden of command and still protect the woman he loved.
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Buy Link-
Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Warriors-Sidereal-Command-Clare-Dargin/dp/1613335687
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Sunday, August 9, 2015
What's Next
About a year ago, I had a friend ask me if I'd ever considered writing an interracial romance. I stared at her for a second, probably looking lost, and then said, "No. Why would I?" She stared back at me for a moment. She totally gave me that, give it a second-look. And then it clicked.
Because I'm in an interracial marriage!
I tend not to think of it that way. We've been married for...geesh...this November will mark eighteen years. I'm just married to my husband. The saris, curry, pujas, and the lilt of Bengali in his parents' home are just part of him. A part I'm happy to learn about and even participate in.
We had a Hindu wedding. I didn't see that as a conflict. It was beautiful. Every bit as magical to be married in a red sari as a white dress. And the vows we took were every bit as meaningful if not more. We both had to take a vow to respect each other. At no point is either of us better than the other. In a traditional marriage ceremony, he'd have to swear it with his own blood. From that day forward, I'd wear the red powder on the part in my hair as a visual reminder to him that he swore to respect me.
But after she mentioned it, it got me thinking...why not? Why not write an interracial romance? There's so much beauty. Being with him and his family really is like having a whole new world opened to me. Of course, there are times when I feel a little lost. Thankfully, he has an amazing family who accepted me from the start.
So, wish me luck, I'm currently writing an interracial romance. Only the heroine is Indian and the hero is European. If you want to stay up to date on this and all my project (I have a new Black Hills Wolves story currently in edits!) feel free to follow me on Facebook or on Twitter
Because I'm in an interracial marriage!
I tend not to think of it that way. We've been married for...geesh...this November will mark eighteen years. I'm just married to my husband. The saris, curry, pujas, and the lilt of Bengali in his parents' home are just part of him. A part I'm happy to learn about and even participate in.
We had a Hindu wedding. I didn't see that as a conflict. It was beautiful. Every bit as magical to be married in a red sari as a white dress. And the vows we took were every bit as meaningful if not more. We both had to take a vow to respect each other. At no point is either of us better than the other. In a traditional marriage ceremony, he'd have to swear it with his own blood. From that day forward, I'd wear the red powder on the part in my hair as a visual reminder to him that he swore to respect me.
But after she mentioned it, it got me thinking...why not? Why not write an interracial romance? There's so much beauty. Being with him and his family really is like having a whole new world opened to me. Of course, there are times when I feel a little lost. Thankfully, he has an amazing family who accepted me from the start.
So, wish me luck, I'm currently writing an interracial romance. Only the heroine is Indian and the hero is European. If you want to stay up to date on this and all my project (I have a new Black Hills Wolves story currently in edits!) feel free to follow me on Facebook or on Twitter
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Native Tongue by Guest Diva Lucy Felthouse
Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy
Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial
Blurb:
They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes
fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would
never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should
have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems
there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy
together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for
their fledgling relationship?
Author’s note:
Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you
read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert
Heat, which is available from all good retailers.
**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing
both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for
Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/
**
*****
Excerpt:
Captain Hugh Wilkes
drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the
M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the
radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.
He’d surprised himself
by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t
the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been
increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But,
although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling
along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was
moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a
standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any
progress was better than none.
Besides, what could he
do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire
were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just
cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to
mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty,
disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate
amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be
subjected to delays.
At least driving took
him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays,
well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the
climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of
his favourite tunes.
The next song was even
better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the
drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he
was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at
a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things
were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a
buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.
Rustam Balkhi. His
gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were
working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and
the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to
England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near
Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training
he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.
The past few weeks had
been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been
straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get
back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d
seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors,
who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing.
Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and
allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack
up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the
start of the next academic term.
Wilkes had felt
terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although
he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend
it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi
had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew
about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for
more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.
Life had conspired
against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see
each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d
communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the
same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for
the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.
Wilkes had struggled
terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out
in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their
growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and
risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the
physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they
were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour
of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his
studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very
busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and
pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the
pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's
Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing,
and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a
small publishing house. She owns Erotica
For All, is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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