Great Sales and a Party, too!

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Two great things are coming up!

First, today — Black Friday — I’m joining a group of other authors in a big romance Black Friday sale! Check out the links below for Evading Nevah and many other books, all at $0.99 for today only!

Second, that same group of authors will be holding a Facebook party on Cyber Monday. I hope you’ll join us! You can find out more or RSVP here. We’ll play games like “whose hot abs are these?”, give out tons of free books (no strings attached) and have a great time! Please join me — RSVP now!

Evading Nevah by Danielle Duncan

Syria’s Seduction by Starla Cole
Little Tease by Amy Valenti
The Warlord’s Concubine by J.E. & M. Keep
Skin Deep by Dez Burke
Hopelessly Broken by Tamryn Ward
Wild Impulse by Lexi Lane
Protecting The Pack by Tabitha Conall
Need Me – Being Trevor’s Toy by Charlotte DeCorte
Burning For Him by Michelle Fox
My Alpha Billionaire by Tawny Taylor
Naughty (Box Set) by Kami Kayne
Rock Star Romance Box Set
Heartstrings by Adriana Hunter
The Alpha’s Touch Box Set Modern Wicked Fairy Tales by Selena Kitt
Lucky Girl by Emme Rollins
Her Billionaire’s by Julia Kent
Psychic Appeal by Michelle McCleod
Curves For The Lone Alpha by Molly Prince
Dominating by Malia Mallory
The Billionaire’s Wife by Ava Lore
Rocked by Clara Bayard
The Stronger, Safe Kind by London Casey
West For Love by Clarie Charlins
Alice’s Steamy Wonderland by Julianne Reyer
Havana Curves by D.H. Cameron
All Access by Karolyn James
New Adult Romance Boxed Set
Vegas Knights by Marina Maddix
Shifter Romance Boxed Set

Ain’t it Wicked? – Thankfully Naughty Blog Hop

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This year I read a lot of wicked cool books (and some of them were truly naughty). I thoroughly enjoyed I Married a Billionaire by Melanie Marchande about a marriage of convenience with a billionaire.

I also went on a run of medieval romances, including Master of Craving by Karin Tabke, Heart of the Hawk by Elizabeth Mayne and my favorite of the year, Wicked by Jill Barnett.

I’m currently reading another Jill Barnett romance, Bewitching.

Have you read any wicked cool (or just wicked) books this year?

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Evading Nevah

Two wayward souls from opposite sides of an intergalactic war find each other against all odds.

Captain Alara Nadrin leads an Alliance warship in battle. Above all else, the Alliance prizes military prowess, duty, and following orders. And Alara wants more than anything to make her father, the Admiral, proud of her but struggles when her conscience and her orders conflict.

Zarik of Thallor leads a refugee ship while carrying a holy relic to safety. His plans fall apart when Alara’s warship captures them, putting his people, his family and the relic in danger. He’ll do anything to protect them.

With war at stake, can Alara and Zarik choose love?

Excerpt:

“I had an idea.” He paused. “What if you let me send a message to my people, telling them where the camp is? That way they could come get us as soon as you leave.”

She was silent for several seconds. “That might be possible. But you’d still need to make it look like you’d managed the communication through subterfuge, so if anyone found out, I wouldn’t be culpable.”

“That works for me. Let’s figure out how we can do it.”

“Would your military really spare a ship to come so far and get you?”

They would if they knew the Relic was on board. He would just need to retrieve it and somehow take it with him when the Alliance dropped them off. Then keep it safe from the pirates while they waited to be rescued.

As a plan, it wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t bad, either.

“I think so. If not the military, then a civilian ship. Our people take care of their own.” He immediately wished the last sentence back, but to his surprise, she didn’t bristle.

“Is your ship capable of sending such a transmission, or will you need access to ours?”

“Our ship can do it, if we can get to the bridge. We just need to know the location of the camp.”

She was quiet for some time. “In the Andaran sector. The planet Nevah.”

He swallowed. That was a desert planet. He’d heard of it, not because he knew so much about other worlds, but because it was notorious for being a killer. People joked that Nevah was worse than Hell. Nothing grew. There was no shade, just the beating sun and the dry dust. And pirates? The place was rife with pirates, because no one else wanted to go there.

This was where Alliance admirals thought babies should be sent.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice sounded muffled.

Zarik put his hand on her back. “You’re doing what you can for us. I appreciate that.”

“I never thought my people would do something like this. We stand for something. We—I thought we stood for something.”

He rubbed his thumb against the muscles along her spine. Just a little, to soothe her. “You’re doing the right thing now.”

“I hope it’s enough,” she said.

She looked so down, he couldn’t help himself. He gently pulled her into his arms and rested his cheek on the top of her head. She was so tiny. How could such a tiny woman be so strong?

“We shouldn’t,” she murmured, but she put her arms around him and didn’t move away.

He didn’t want to move away, either. She felt so good in his arms. Just right. And as soon as he moved, he’d have to remember she was someone he should never hold. And could never hold again.

She shifted, maybe pulling away, and he tightened his grip without thinking. He wasn’t ready, damn it.

“Zarik,” she said.

He dipped his head and kissed her. The kiss held the force of his frustration at liking someone he could never like, at having to let go of someone he didn’t want to let go of. After a moment, she tightened her arms around him and kissed him back.

If anything, that made it worse. He wasn’t alone; she liked him too. Now they’d both be lonely.

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Evading Nevah

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Two wayward souls from opposite sides of an intergalactic war find each other against all odds.

Captain Alara Nadrin leads an Alliance warship in battle. Above all else, the Alliance prizes military prowess, duty, and following orders. And Alara wants more than anything to make her father, the Admiral, proud of her but struggles when her conscience and her orders conflict.

Zarik of Thallor leads a refugee ship while carrying a holy relic to safety. His plans fall apart when Alara’s warship captures them, putting his people, his family and the relic in danger. He’ll do anything to protect them.

With war at stake, can Alara and Zarik choose love?

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Excerpt:

It seemed like hours passed. Zarik and Kessa put vids on for the children and tried not to fidget. Then the door opened to reveal two guards.

“We’re supposed to take you to the captain,” one said.

Zarik hurriedly followed them.

When the guards brought Zarik onto the bridge, he felt overwhelmed with the size. It dwarfed the bridge of the DLS Vize. Directly ahead of the door he’d been brought through, a ramp wound down to a lower area where roughly fifteen crew members sat before screens filled with blinking lights. All of them wore purple implants beneath their left ear that pulsed as their brains interfaced directly with the ship’s computer.

The guards led him to the side, up another ramp that led onto a large foredeck. The captain’s chair sat empty near the middle in front of a wall of screens. Along the sides of the ramp, an additional twenty crew members—ten on each side—sat in front of screens. As they walked by, Zarik saw three dimensions. Holographic images floated in front of a physical screen behind them. The crew manipulated the images and screen with both their brains and hands, plucking at the lighted holograms like a child might pull at the wings of a butterfly.

The bridge was so big he almost didn’t see the tiny woman on the foredeck. Her crisp uniform attempted to hide her female curves. That was the idea, of course. Rindarins were supposed to be androgynous. That’s why she’d pulled her dark hair into a tight ponytail that hung down her back.

The guards stopped next to the woman and she finally turned to look at them. Her deep brown eyes nearly filled her face but he didn’t miss the firm jaw and steady gaze. If he’d been anyplace else, he’d be interested. As it was, it was a damn shame such an attractive woman was wasted as a Rindarin.

“The prisoner, ma’am,” said one guard.

“I’m Captain Nadrin,” she said. “You wanted to speak with me?”

“Yes. I’m Zarik of Thallor, and I’m in charge of the refugees on the Vize.”

“I’m aware of who you are.”

He had decided to start off with a more conciliatory tone, rather than accusing her. “Your ensign indicated you’re concerned about combatants being smuggled on our ship. What can we do to assure you that everyone on board is a refugee, so you’ll let us go on our way?”

“My orders are to deliver all of you to a refugee camp, so it shouldn’t matter one way or the other.”

Zarik stiffened. “An Alliance refugee camp.”

“Yes.”

He fought to keep his voice steady. “Do you know what happens in those camps? Have you ever been to one? Pirates attack as soon as the Alliance ships leave. They kill the men, rape the women, and force the children into their crews. You can’t send my people there.”

Something crossed her face—revulsion, horror, scorn. He wasn’t sure which. She yanked at the bottom of her jacket. “The Alliance wouldn’t do that.”

“You already have. I’ve seen it. Have you no compassion? No conscience? The people on this ship are all refugees. No combatants. By the Concord the Alliance agreed to, you have no right to detain us, much less force us to go to one of your internment camps.” He leaned forward. “No right to sentence us to torture and death.”

“Sentence you to torture and death? As though you haven’t done the same to my people?”

“Not to civilians!”

Now she did sneer. “I know the lie in your words.” She motioned to his guards. “Take him back to his ship.”

“Captain,” he said as they pulled him away. “Captain, please. Have mercy.”

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“Mercy?” A flush of anger swept through Alara. Did the Dathars show mercy when her mother died in that refugee camp? No. So why should she? She stalked toward him. “This is war. Sending you to a sanctioned refugee camp instead of allowing you to take your smuggled combatants wherever the hell you please is prudence.” She made a slashing motion with her hand. “Get him off my bridge.”

“You’re killing us,” Zarik said. “There are children and babies on that ship. You’re killing them.”

She held herself still. Babies? If what he said about the camps were true, babies wouldn’t last long. And why would any combatant take a baby with them?

It didn’t matter. She had her orders. The guards pulled Zarik away as she turned back to her work. The closest camp would cost them two weeks of travel time. Two weeks of time while her ship sat on the sidelines.

She’d rather be fighting.

Damn that man. If he and his captain had been a little more circumspect, she never would have found them and wouldn’t be in this mess—losing time, questioning orders.