Mating Fever: (Interstellar Brides, Book 10) by Grace Goodwin
Date of Publication: April 6, 2017
Blurb
Megan Simmons followed her entire Army unit into space as volunteers to protect Earth as members of the Coalition Fleet. Eighteen months later, on a Hive controlled planet, she is separated from her unit and trapped. She is certain death will have its day until an Atlan Warlord appears from nowhere and risks his life to save her. Lost and alone behind enemy lines, Megan will do anything to keep her sexy savior alive until one problem arises, and this one she can't fight her way out of. Despite the danger, her Atlan Warlord's beast takes one look at her and decides she belongs to him.
Nyko of Atlan never hesitates to charge into battle against Hive scum. When he sees a human soldier in trouble, he follows routine, ripping his enemies to shreds to save a fellow warrior. But when that warrior turns out to be a beautiful and curvy human female, the beast he's been fighting suddenly breaks free with just one simple demand...MINE.
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Atlan mating cuffs.
Holy shit.
Fascinated, I stared as he traced the
intricate design chiseled into the metal with his tongue. I couldn’t
look away from the way the metal about my wrists glinted in the
light. Gold and silver tones combined to make beautiful, wide
bracelets. I’d seen Atlan mating cuffs before, knew that if I
turned my attention to his wrists, he would be wearing a matching
pair. They felt far heavier than I’d ever imagined, significant. He
acted as if they were. His body curled over mine, so possessive, as
if I truly belonged to him. He kissed the palms of my hands and I
felt an amazing sense of power rush through me as this giant beast of
a man worshipped my skin, kissed me with a featherlight touch as if I
were fragile china.
As a woman, I should be offended by his
blatant claim. I was a battle-hardened warrior and could take care of
myself. But this…this…gentle giant was unmaking me.
My body quivered like a plucked guitar
string and I closed my eyes as he raised my hands above my head.
Somehow I knew what was coming, knew there was a hook in the wall
above my head, knew that if I let him raise my hands, I’d be bound,
trapped.
Instead of running, screaming, kicking,
demanding to be freed, I lifted my arms and thrust out my chest,
eager for the roughness of his tongue on my nipples. This body was
his. He could have me as long as he put that perfect cock inside me.
With my hands locked above me, he
stepped back and stripped out of his pants. Naked and glorious, he
was huge, his eyes peering at me through the darkness with a strange
animal heat. His large hand gripped the base of his cock and he began
to stroke up and down the length, bringing about a shiny pearl of
fluid from the slit at the tip. I couldn’t miss the matching cuffs
about his own wrists below the cut of his uniform jacket. “Mine.
Mate.”
About Grace Goodwin
Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she'd grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead.
Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman's pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of.
She currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince.
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