Claimed By You
Genre: Sci-fi/Paranormal, Vampire Erotica
Publisher: Mojocastle Press
Date of Publication: 10/21/13
Number of pages: 63
Word Count: 15,117
Cover Artist: Fionna Jayde
Magic Changes Everything When Loves Claims The Soul
On Vranthia, The Wasting is spreading, mutating, claiming not only the women of this fierce, warrior race, but stealing the lives of men, children, warriors, and now, some say, even the Elders among their race.
Rumors of the trion – the ancient joining of Vranthian, Darengy and Outworlder blood and magic as a cure – is growing beyond the halls of Prince Kuthar’s court. With his brother, Prince Draven’s recent joining, there is the first glimmer of hope for their people. But with hope comes lies and growing subterfuge. The Elders demand a rightful ruler and some will stop at nothing to get it.
Kuthar Balacjek – leader, warrior, and vampire is first in line to be the rightful king. Bred to rule from an early age, he has learned Vranthian laws, and their ancient history. He has studied their past, and fought their battles with the blood, sweat and ferocity, that only a true ruler can comprehend. But The Wasting is an enemy that even he is uncertain how to conquer. Will he find the answers he seeks in the ones whose fate he now controls? Or have they laid claim to his soul?
Cynthiana Rue – Cyn – has never been more irritated in her life. Space-napped by her best-friend and a misfit crew of alien vampires she is swept up in Vranthian legend, war and her captors’ unbridled passions. Will she fight for her freedom or give in to the unknown?
Ooen has known slavery his entire life. Bound since youth to guard the Elder, Vogeth, he has known a life of deception. And now, The Wasting has changed everything. Accused of Vogeth’s death, his fate now lies in the hands of the Vranthian ruler – something his human captive can comprehend. Will he too rebel, or will his magic help to set them all free?
Cyn’s feet suddenly left the ground, and she was staring at a very nice ass from upside down. Her stomach dug into his large shoulder, where he’d wrapped his arm around her legs, keeping them snug against his chest while the world bounced. He strode down the hall with her trussed like a sack of potatoes.
Fear and excitement spiraled as one. “Put me down this instant,” she finally admonished.
“I swear to God, if you don’t release me I will make your life a living hell. Now let me go,” she ordered, pushing against the wall of his back.
To her utter annoyance, he didn’t even flinch. It was like shoving against solid stone. The only thing she hurt was her fists, and she swore she could feel him laugh. She thought about grabbing a hunk of his hair and yanking on it.
“Do not even consider it, Cynthiana,” he growled. A light shushing noise sounded, and he strolled through an opening. Turning abruptly, he dumped her unceremoniously onto something large and relatively soft. Skittering backward away from him, Cyn quickly took in her surroundings.
Soft-haloed light filled the semi-small enclosure. Pale walls and shining metals in smooth lines made up the room. She’d landed on a fairly large bed in what appeared to be some sort of lodging on his spaceship. Just thinking the word spaceship completely freaked her out. “What the hell are you going to do to me?” she hedged, putting as much distance between the two of them as she could get. Fear knifed through her as the seriousness of her current situation crept around the edges of her mind.
Her back smacked the wall, and she pulled her knees tight against her chest, glaring at him. To her dismay he just stood there looking at her; tall, pale, sexy as hell and deathly still. He was the epitome of gorgeous in all his delicious, pale glory. Her heart hammered loudly in her ears, while uncertainty coiled in her stomach.
The moment stretched, and still he said nothing. Silently, he watched her, seeming to take everything in.
Bound To You
Genre: Sci-Fi/Paranormal, Vampire Erotica
Publisher: Mojocastle Press
Date of Publication: August 25, 2013
Number of pages: 93
Word Count: 22,968
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Under the dark skies of Vranthia The Wasting has spread, claiming victims by the thousands. Disease, madness and death shroud this fierce warrior race.
With the recent death of their mother, Queen Srionna Balacjek, and the imminent demise of their grieving father, King Kamet; three brothers must now find their own path. Will The Wasting’s dark madness claim them all as deceit and lies turn brother against brother. Or, is the key to saving their people in the legend of the trion. And will they find it in time?
Draven Balacjek -- warrior, Prince, immortal. Fierce in battle, sure and deadly as a dark a storm or the shadows he walks among, must choose between the ties of brotherhood or the possibility of a life without the parts of his soul he has bound in blood and magic.
The Vranthians have taken everything from Ook. Desecrated the Darengy people as a whole. But the visions of a grave-warrior tell no lies and the spirit of the human along with the fierce strength of his Prince, Draven Balacjek call to him as nothing before. Can their love together heal the wounds that time has wrought and free him of his darkness?
For singer, Leah Allen, the choice was never hers to make. But life, like the music her heart clings to, has a way of playing itself out. Will this strange new world and the fierce warriors she meets within it bring her shattered past the healing she has always needed or will the strangers she finds herself bound to be her hearts undoing? Can she make a choice between dark, intense Draven and exotic, muscular Ook?
Excerpt Bound to You:
Leah knew the date was over five minutes before it had even begun. Really, when was she going to learn her lesson? Never let your friends and co-workers set you up on blind dates. It was a rule. Or should have been. Or would be from now on, damn it. What the hell had she been thinking?
It was bad enough that the normal crowd that gathered at McKellon’s Pub on Wednesday nights was usually the business conference leftovers, or that they were mostly in their late fifties and on their third marriage or second mistress. But this guy…this guy just screamed slimy used-car salesman. He even had that comb-over thing going for him.
Ugh! Was Cyn trying to get back at her for something or what? She had just finished her second set--she sang four nights a week, mostly the blues, for tip money and the door fee to help make ends meet--when her friend Cyn told her that the date she’d agreed to was at the bar waiting for her. Then Cyn tilted her head to the left of the bar where car-guy, Bob, sat sucking an olive pick, poking it between his teeth like he was digging for gold or a new route to China.
The nausea started after one quick glance. “Cyn, you cannot be serious,” Leah questioned, her groan curling her lip in distaste. “What? What do you mean?” Cyn quizzically responded scanning the bar, her dark almond eyes shining brightly against the backdrop of her caramel skin. Cyn was the loveliest woman Leah had ever met. She had a deep, rich skin tone that looked like milky caramels. Her eyes were like large, dark almonds, and her lips were a perfectly sculpted pout. In a word, beautiful.
She even wore her hair shaved so short to her head that it showed her face to perfection. But, by the tone in her voice, Leah could tell she was completely bewildered by her statement. Not to mention a little hurt, as though Leah had run over her puppy, her Gucci handbag and her cell phone all at the same time. Drama! “Seriously, Cyn. Are you freaking kidding me? You set me up on a date with serial killer Joe over there? I mean, look at him. Mr. Comb-over? The dude picking his teeth?”
Cyan’s bark of laughter startled Leah so badly she jumped, and when she looked back at her friend she was bent over, holding her side, laughing so hard tears were running down her face. “Jeez, Leah,” she finally gasped. “What kind of friend do you take me for? I know it’s been a dry spell for ya, but ain’t nobody that desperate, girl,” she hiccupped.
“Glad I could be so amusing,” Leah huffed, blowing the length of her dark hair from her eyes. “So if it’s not Greasy Bob, then who? Cyn stood up straight and taking Leah’s arm, pulled her over behind a column that had obviously been blocking her view. Sitting on the last bar stool, back up against the wall, Leah spotted Mr. Perfect.
About the Author:
Author K.A. M’Lady lives a few stone throws from corn fields, chaos and congestion; all lying on the outskirts of the many burbs of Chicago. KA M'lady spends her days calculating life expectancies, mortality and the certainty of death and taxes while in her free time the dead wander freely, buy shoes, homes, the occasional odd business or two and, if you even think of charging them too much in taxes…well, let’s just say the tax man may never come back. But if he does he might just shamble a bit.
An All Romance eBooks bestselling author, K.A. M'lady's work has been described as scary, descriptive, beautiful, dark, frightening, addictive, sexy and believable. She loves to read paranormal romances, watching horror movies, westerns on Sundays with her husband, playing fetch with her pocket beagle, Chevy and buying weird shoes. Her friends call her eccentric, her family refuses to comment. She’s been lost in the world of fiction since she was a small child, and frankly, never wants to be found—at least not any time soon. “Myth and magic builds dreams and inspirations – and in an insane world, it is our dreams that spark the revolution of change. No matter which world is being conquered. Within our dreams – all things are possible.”
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