I have a new release just in time for Christmas. It's already set up to buy now as a prerelease.
I wrote this book because one of my critique partners said she loved sci-fi because she liked to see what other worlds and societies are like. And this story just rushed into my mind.
I did decide Chased needed a friend, an usual friend, and Buster the talking kangaroo leaped onto the scene.
And the heroine, Kaz, became a Texan because my husband is a Texan.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09LKS3V31/
Blurb: After his planet's destruction, the Arcon slave, Chase Starstrider,
seeks death in every gladiator match. He's tempted by his master’s gift
of the curvaceous Earthling whose touch awakens him like no other, but
the Intergalactic Gladiator Starship is no safe place for a mate.
Kasandra
Lee Sinclair, and known as Kaz to her friends, wouldn’t mind rocking
the hunky Arcon’s world for a way home to Earth, but there are dangers
onboard the spaceship and, in the arena, even for a sex slave like her.
Excerpt:
“What are they doing now?” Kazstared at the alloy footboard of the bed and wished she could gaze out a window instead, but there was no opening in the room except for the two doors.
“The pilot has slowed our
fall, matched the orbit of the space station and is guiding us in,” Chase said.
Fifteen minutes later came a series of clank sounds. “Did we just dock?”
“Affirmative.” His eyes got a faraway look in them. “They will be coming for me soon.” He stood and headed into the bathroom.
When the shower went on, Kaz climbed out of bed. A rattle made her turn. Metal arms rose out of the headboard, making her gasp. They plucked the pillows and returned through the slot. Next the arms reached to the footboard, taking out a length of both sheet and blanket, and pulled the bedding through a slot in the headboard, which cut the sheet and blanket to fit the bed. The arms tucked the edges around the mattress. A flap opened in the wall above the headboard and two fluffy pillows dropped on the head of the bed.
No need for a maid service here.
She found a brush on the dresser to tidy her hair and sat on a small stool, waiting for Chase to finish with his morning routine.
He walked out dressed in another pair of tight black pants and what appeared to be karate shoes but wore no socks or shirt. The top part of his hair had been brushed back and tied into a topknot, while the rest of his long locks cascaded down his back.
So that’s what he uses the ponytail holder for.
Once again Kaz found herself counting his eight-pack, before she stood and hurried into the bathroom. “My turn.”
When she finished her shower and changed into a new gown that the wall obligingly provided, she exited the bathroom to find Chase doing sit-ups.
She stepped around him, heading for the bed. “Aren’t you going to tire yourself out too much before the match?”
“I’m not doing that many.” He grunted. “I’m warming my muscles. If I’m stiff, I can’t fight well.” He stood to stretch toward the ceiling then bent forward, touching his toes. Next, he tipped forward onto his hands, doing a handstand, and then did vertical push-ups.
I could sit still for this. As she sat on the bed, Chase continued his calisthenics. His muscles bunched with the strain, turning lavender, each muscle group standing out from the rest. His silky, long hair swayed with every movement. The green at the end added an exotic element to his physique. When he turned away to stretch at the waist, she decided he had a nice ass, too.
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