Today’s release of Camille’s Capture is the first book set in my latest vision of the distant future. I love world building, but even better than creating new solar systems is the joy of finding the right characters to bring the erotic adventure to life. Instead of the traditional blurb and excerpt, here are snippets from the story describing Cami, Jaxon, and Aegis.
This story belongs to all three of them, but most of all to Cami, sweet, brave, and stronger than she believes. Even the meekest lamb had a breaking point where she’ll fight or flee. Cami’s a realist-- she flees. Although she doesn’t get far before her designated mates catch up with her, she finds plenty of trouble.
The difference between how someone sees themselves and how they really look--has always intrigued me.
An unlikely space war combatant, Cami is short, round, and ordinary. When Jaxon views a holocast of her, he sees something entirely different.
The big guy hadn’t exaggerated. On a scale of one to ten, a ten being the best holo-ho Jaxon had ever dreamed up, she was a fifteen. The earthling was some kind of serious beautiful. Almost white blonde hair, hazel eyes, and creamy skin decorated a body built for breeding.
Cami meets Jaxon mid-crisis, but he still makes an impression.
Turning to level him with a glare, she gaped. The man was bristling with weapons of death and destruction. He was also totally jaw-droppingly stunning. Tall and powerfully built like every other warrior she’d glimpsed, this one was even more savage. Perhaps it was his sharp blade of a nose, his piercing, deep-set eyes, or hair cut so short it barely bristled above his skull. Not to mention his arsenal.
Aegis calls to her heart from the moment she sees him.
A second warrior loomed into the shuttle. The new male was larger, more heavily armed, and as she watched him shimmer and change before her eyes, he should have been much scarier than the first man. Cami blinked, expecting to clear the stress-induced hallucination, but her sight was clear. The new warrior really was big--very big, very green, and very much not human. Scales instead of skin, delicate tentacles like those of a sea creature, and knobby horns were arranged in an attractive package with the powerful lure of the alien. The forbidden.
How do you feel about a hero's physical appearance? Could you love an alien--one who's definitely not human?
Desire burns away every boundary separating an Alpha werewolf from his Omega mate, but they are still the couple least likely to bond. Daniel is the only one who can heal Scarlet’s broken werewolf connection. If he succeeds then the pack’s needs eclipse his claim on her heart. If he fails they both die.
With the right players even the most mundane chore takes on new excitement. Scarlet ran to the store for a few essentials and….
On any other night, she would have tucked her dormant tail between her legs and run back through the woods all the way to the safety of the old house. But not tonight. How could she track the whisperer if she was too cowardly even to buy groceries?
Her arm trembled as she reached for the handle. No cringing, she reminded herself firmly. She was on a mission. Wimping out at the first sign of an Alpha wouldn’t cut it. She wasn’t a submissive Beta, and even a flawed Omega did not cower. Besides, she was still in charge, not her inner bitch. Nothing would ever change unless Scarlet took action.
Abruptly she pushed into the store. Grabbing a basket, she scurried toward the dairy section clear in the back.
She spotted the Alpha instantly. Aggression rolled off shoulders big enough to block the coming moonlight. Even in human form, he prowled toward her — a powerful male in his prime, pure lethal poetry in motion, and scary as hell.
As Scarlet fought to hold her ground, she felt her inner wolf hum for the first time in a decade. Her breath caught; she was afraid to breathe, afraid to believe. She’d endured so many treatments, sessions with the visiting Omega, meetings with Alphas to overcome her phobia of the dominant males, but nothing had worked to restore her damaged connection to her inner Omega bitch.
Hope beat wildly at her Omega’s gentle but unmistakable nudge toward the Alpha, infusing Scarlet with badly needed courage. Perhaps the connection wasn’t as damaged as she and the pack had believed. The link responding so soon made her impulsive trip to the mountains seem more like a valid inspiration and less like a desperate chase after myths.
Her wolf’s message came through loud and clear: this Alpha was different. In a good way?
Gradually her heart rate slowed to something almost normal, her knees firmed, and she took a step forward. Alpha or not, her wolf had responded to him, and that was all that mattered.
Suddenly she couldn’t look directly at him. A weird tingling washed over her skin. If she’d been wearing fur, it would have fluffed. In challenge or dare, she wondered. Definitely not in terror, which was freakily strange for her.
Determined and more than a little curious, she braved another step.
As he came closer, she forced herself to meet his gaze. Instantly his dark gray eyes pinned her in place.
She quickly dropped her focus to the floor, quivering with tension, but she didn’t panic. Her inner bitch made a throaty sound of approval. The sudden urge to grovel and show him her throat washed over her, making staying upright a challenge.
When she darted another look, he’d halved the distance separating them. He stopped, glanced down at his hip, and glared at an insistent buzz from his pager. A deep rumble of irritation issued from his throat. The sound was so loud, she could’ve sworn it shook the pyramid display of microwave popcorn on his left.
Once again, she sensed his focus locking on her.
“Stay,” he growled at her. Then he whirled and strode off, disappearing down the soups and spices aisle.
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