Monette Michaels is here!! (Rosanna jumping up and down)
Okay, composed once more.
Monette is a huge talent and amazing lady. Not only is she a prolific author and fellow Liquid Silver Books buddy, she is a true mentor and inspiration. I am so honored to have her here to tell us about her hot new novel! Yay! (jumping up and down again)
Okay, I'd better turn it over to Monette before I embarrass myself...
I’d like to thank Rosanna for allowing me to share my new release, Prime Selection, Book Two in the Prime Chronicles Trilogy. This scifi romance trilogy is a slight departure for me in genre, since I mostly write contemporary romantic thrillers and some paranormal romantic suspense. I hope you enjoy the short preview of Huw and Nadia’s story. -- Monette
Commander Nadia Petrovich, Science Officer of the Alliance Starship Galanti, has a problem—which has nothing to do with science. Her problem is Commander Huw Caradoc, the Galanti’s Chief Engineer. She and the stubborn Prime male have a growing connection he refuses to acknowledge—a bond that could drive him mad.
They are connected psychically and the bond grows stronger every day. If Nadia didn’t know it was impossible, she would suspect they were mating in the Prime tradition—a biological imperative that locates and marks a Prime’s optimum mate. But she isn’t Prime, as Huw tells her and anybody who’ll listen.
Nadia’s emotional anguish couldn’t have come at a worse time. The Prime and Galactic Alliance merger is finally under way, and the all-male Prime crews are learning how to work with female Alliance crew members. The Antareans threaten the outer arms of the Milky Way, and Prime rebels wreak havoc on the Prime home planet and elsewhere.
Despite the conflict surrounding them, Nadia and Huw will not be able to avoid their fate or their growing love. Prime selection will make the decision for them whether the timing is right or not.
Nadia entered Sick Bay on a run and immediately sought out Lia.
Lia looked up from her computer monitor and smiled. “Nadia! How are you?” The doctor’s smile faded as her gaze zeroed in on Nadia’s face. “What’s wrong?”
God, did she look that bad? She glanced at her reflection in the glass window that overlooked the treatment area of the medical facility from Lia’s office. Yeah, she looked that bad—pale and exhausted … and with good cause. The cause’s name was Huw “Sex Machine” Caradoc.
“Hide me! Quickly!” Nadia checked over her shoulder. “Huw’s hunting for me. I can’t … just can’t…” She pressed a hand over her pulsing mark, her need increasing as Huw came closer and closer. She groaned low in her throat and felt her face flush red. “The man is a freaking sex maniac!”
Nadia collapsed into the visitor’s chair next to Lia’s desk. The doctor stared pointedly at Nadia’s hand and chuckled. “Don’t laugh, Lia. It’s not funny. I can’t get any work done. I’m exhausted. Sore—And still so horny I’m about to scream.”
Lia swiped at the tears of her laughter with the back of her hand. “Nadia … I hate to ask, but how many…?”
Nadia shuddered. “Five times since breakfast and that doesn’t count the orgasm he gave me while we had breakfast.” Her voice increased in volume as she gestured wildly with her free hand. “In the Officer’s Dining Room, Lia! He made me climax in public just from manipulating my mark. If he continues at this pace, I’m not sure I’ll survive.” She turned pleading eyes to her friend. “Do you have any energy bars? I’m starved.”
Lia opened a drawer and handed her a protein bar. “Here. Eat. Now, tell me about the sex … does he initiate every, um, meeting?”
“Yes. I sense he’s trying to accelerate the week of courting I’d asked for, so I’ll move in with him sooner.” Nadia gobbled the bar in three bites, chewing and swallowing as if she hadn’t eaten for days instead of an hour ago at lunch. After which, Huw had taken her in a maintenance closet over the back of a workbench. Her ass still burned from the slaps he’d given it before he plowed her pussy from behind. It had been the second time that day for rear entry.
“I love your ass, lubha,” he’d whispered into her ear as she came screaming into the hand he’d held over her mouth. After his climax, he’d tenderly wiped away their combined fluids from her sex and thighs with a soft cleaning cloth and then kissed every single inch of the heated skin on her bottom, soothing what he’d reddened.
She groaned at the memory of his words and actions. Dammit! She wanted him to take her again, and soon—in just that way. She was a sick, sick, sick person to want him again. Yet, though she desired the sexual intimacy, she couldn’t do it. Physically. Could. Not. Do. It. She was sore, and her sex felt raw.
Huw nudged at her mentally and she rebuffed him. “Go. Away. Work. I’m tired.”
“Nadia … cwen … lubha … I love you. Let’s take a nap.”
“I need a nap … but we’d do it again. You can’t help yourself, and neither can I … I can’t handle more sex right now.”
“I promise to hold you. Just cuddling. On my honor … I need your skin next to mine. I have to have your scent on me, surrounding me. Stay with Lia. I’ll be there soon.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Huw … gemat … I love you. But if you try to put your cock in me again … I’ll punch your lights out. I swear it.”
Huw’s low rumble of amusement sent shivers over her skin, making her even hotter. “I promise … just a nap.”
Copyright, Monette Michaels, 2012.