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Read free April 5-7 #SciFi #Romance At the Mercy of Her Pleasure

Read a free book April 5-7 #SciFi #Romance At the Mercy of Her Pleasure

 

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Read free: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure

Celebrating the release of Bro, prequel to the Antonello Brothers series, At the Mercy of Her Pleasure. Read free from Friday April 5 - Sunday April 7 (till midnight Pacific).
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On the verge of freeing his brother from a cruel master, Senth, an all party-fun-and-games thief, must take on the hardest assignment of his life: stealing from the Empress.

To make matters worse, he has no choice about working with a by-the-book rebel captain, a genetically advanced woman whose addictive pheromones could enhance his mission or crumble it into dust with a single siren kiss.

When the unthinkable happens and the Empress kidnaps his brother, Senth must put aside his love of play and buckle down or his brother will end up with a far worse master, Senth will be guilty of treason, and he'll lose the love of his life -- forever.

When a playful half-cat thief meets an enhanced-human by-the-book captain, do opposites attract? Oh, mercy!

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New! Prequel to At the Mercy...

Bro, Antonello Brothers Prequel

Read free April 5-7 #SciFi #Romance At the Mercy of Her PleasureThe tech Senth is about to claim will make him invisible.

Finally, the young halfbreed thief will be out of sight and far from the taunts humans throw at him.

But when that tech reveals he has a human half-brother who's bound by a cruel slaver, Senth must find a way to win his brother's freedom and save him from abuse -- even though Senth is a slave himself.

What if invisibility wasn't magic? What if it was tech? When you can make yourself invisible, you reveal invisible truth.
https://books2read.com/u/bwqyAy

Book 2 on sale!

For Women Only, Antonello Brothers 2

Read free April 5-7 #SciFi #Romance At the Mercy of Her PleasureJust as he begins a new life safe from the anguish of his past, a young security chief must return to a profession he vowed never to practice again.

To save his brother's life and appease the all-powerful Empress, Khyff must seduce and then betray an alien ambassador.
The Kin people devastated his family. Hatred for the feline aliens burns within him, but unless Khyff can learn to embrace the past, face the demons he swore he'd forget, and find a way to forgive, his brother will die.

Khyff will lose the honorable and gentle Kin female he has come to love and trust -- and the Empress will see to it that no one in his family will ever be safe again.

He didn't expect a Kin to have such honor. He didn't expect to trust her. And he didn't expect to fall in love...
https://books2read.com/u/38go96


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A handshake between Senth and Khyff has deeper meaning #SciFi by Kayelle Allen #MFRWhooks #MFRWauthor

 

In this scene, Senth and Khyff are about to meet with Luc Saint-Cyr at a rather infamous club in a bad part of town, when they run into a little snag.

Senth's "baby face" means no one takes him seriously.

Good thing his father -- known as the Man -- has a reputation that opens doors.

 

As Senth approached The Ghost, the club's beefy Kin bouncer put out a hand. "Hold up, kid. You--" She motioned toward Khyff -- "Wait over there. Now..." She motioned Senth aside. "You got ID?"

Senth opened his cloak, revealing the lining with its unmistakable Thieves' Guild insignia, a skeleton key inside a slashed circle. He gave his Sen'dai's hand sign.

"Ffffftt!" The bouncer made an apologetic shrug. "Sorry. Why didn't you say you were the Man's right up front?"

"His shouldn't have to." Senth brushed a hand down the front of the cloak. "And I'm no kid."

"Sorry, sir." She opened the door for both of them and bowed.

Once inside, Khyff held out one palm, and Senth slid his down it, hooked his fingers as Khyff did, and with hands clasped, gave one downward shake.

"C'mon, Bro." Khyff led the way past the darkened foyer.

Inside, music pulsed like a living entity. Throbbing bass tickled Senth's chest, and he coughed. Drums pounded. Colored lights swept the cavernous room. Strobes flashed across the congested dance floor, highlighting bobbing heads and upflung arms. Light glinted off human bodies slick with sweat, while bared and damp Kin furskin stuck out in points, laden with glitter.

"Stay close," Khyff shouted over the pounding music, standing next to Senth. He headed for the rear and left no chance to argue. They skirted around the crammed dance area. Senth liberated a few loose credit stubs clipped to belts and stuffed them into the pockets of his cloak.

The Antonello Brothers Series

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How odd that idBot never sees Luc #SciFi by Kayelle Allen #MFRWhooks


Senth arrives home after a call from his adoptive father, Luc Saint-Cyr.

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The three-story house resembled others in the neighborhood.

Constructed with brown stone and trimmed with beige marble, nothing about it stood out. Curtains fluttered in an open window on the bottom floor. A white picket fence led to a path lined with pink flowers. A pink wreath made the place look homey and sweet.

The façade fooled anyone who lacked entry codes.

Senth pressed his palm against the lock plate and the idBot security system scanned him. Locks clicked open.

Not a sound in the house, and when Senth checked the security panel, it showed the staff had gone for the day. No one home.

"Riiight." That reading meant the Man was here, because idBot never saw him no matter where he went. How he managed that was beyond Senth, but hey--the guy owned the company, right? Must be nice. Whatever this was about, Saint-Cyr wanted privacy for it, which couldn't be good for Senth.

He swept off his cloak and hung it on a peg. "Hi, Daddy, I'm home!"

Luc Saint-Cyr rounded the corner. Built like a towering god of war, his father filled the small entry.

Senth took a step back.

Saint-Cyr's impressive height forced Senth to look up in order to meet his gaze. Solid-black eyes made the black-skinned man resemble a giant bird of prey, and he had all the warmth of one.

"I am not Daddy, Senthys. We've discussed this." Saint-Cyr adjusted a white cuff on his dark business suit. "If you must use a familial term, use Father."

"Been thinking about changing it to Pops." Senth rocked on the balls of his feet.

His father about choked. Those black eyes narrowed. "You most certainly will not. I have asked you to--"

"Yeah," Senth interrupted. "And I've asked you to call me Senth. Not Senthys."

"Nicknames lack dignity."

"Father sounds like a priest. Which you aren't."

Saint-Cyr took one step closer.

It took all Senth's considerable will not to back up, look away or otherwise submit. How many people wilted before that black-eyed gaze? He swallowed, focusing on the reflections of light in the man's glassy stare.

If he held on for a few more seconds...

 

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Halloween 2006: birth of a monster that rocked the writing world #MFRWauthor #MFRWhooks

Halloween 2006: birth of a monster that rocked the writing world #MFRWauthor #MFRWhooksTo be honest, I didn’t know I was birthing a monster. I thought it was only a small, innocent creature that would help writers. I had no idea it would end up changing lives, including my own.

The monster was MFRW. Marketing for Romance Writers — a peer-mentoring group open to the entire literary community has opened doors for writers, trained writers in how to handle promotion, introduced friends who would never have met any other way, and paved the way for writers to network all around the world.

I founded the group on Halloween because that year, there were no kids on my block at all and no one was ringing the doorbell. I was bored and going through my email (again) late at night.

When I saw the same marketing question from three different friends, I thought — what if I made a Yahoo group where all of us could ask a question and then whoever knew the answer could post a response? Would anyone be interested in that? I quickly set up the group, named it Marketing for Romance Writers and emailed a dozen friends.

By the end of the year, there were 100 members. Membership climbed as friends recommended the group to friends. We opened the doors to anyone in the literary community, including publishers, personal assistants, and promo companies.

The biggest thing we required was no promo. None. At. All.

Members love that. It’s the thing I’m most often thanked for when members email me. No promo to wade through. Just business-oriented questions, advice, and opportunities. If one person wants to promote a book — they ask for blog spots with other authors, and offer their own in return. If someone wants to hold a blog hop, they can announce it on the group.

MFRW Growth

Today MFRW boasts over 2400 members, and over 7000 members make up our Facebook group. We have a multiple-award-winning magazine. We have over 400 followers on Goodreads and feature our members books in the MFRW Book Place group. On Pinterest, over 1500 people follow us, we have 55 genre related boards, and almost 1000 pins. Want your book cover pinned on our site? Even if you don’t have a Pinterest account, you can take advantage of our presence there. Join our Yahoo group today and you’ll get information. Services and membership are free.

Come share your tweets on MFRW’s monthly Retweet Day. The hashtags #MFRWorg #MFRWauthor and #MFRWhooks help you promote everywhere.

If you have questions about marketing your books, join us. The MFRW motto is “seek, teach, share, learn, succeed.” Services and membership are free.

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“I do believe in ghosts” — these ghosts are real #SpaceOpera #MFRWhooks

"I do believe in ghosts" -- these ghosts are real #SpaceOpera #MFRWhooks

“I do believe in ghosts” — these ghosts are real #SpaceOpera #MFRWhooks

In Lights Out, a story in the Expanding Universe (Vol 4), you’re asked to believe in ghosts of a different kind. These ghosts are special ops soldiers resurrected to fight an enemy that is immortal.

I do believe in ghosts!

Twenty-four hours later, healed and at attention, Tornahdo endured a tongue-lashing by no less than the Ghost Corps Colonial Armada Commandant General. What a mouthful for such a tiny person. He wouldn’t have thought he’d rated an officer of her rank.

If a general had thousands to command, why was she slapping around a master sergeant? In the regular army, they’d berated him at the lowest level of incompetence. And what was his sin? Getting killed in battle. If you came back to life, why was that wrong?

Plus, if a soldier sacrificed himself saving a platoon, you didn’t write him up. You bestowed a medal.

Treat the regular army like this and that whole death-and-rebirth thing was never going to catch on.

While the general droned on about the expense of rebirths and the protocol for ghosts, he counted bullet holes in the fence outside the window. Sixty plus on one panel. Over forty on another. Wasted firepower. Probably a human.

Ultras tended not to miss.

“Are you listening to me, Master Sergeant?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Repeat what I said.”

Tornahdo spat it back.

Clasping hands behind her, the general paced. “You were inducted into the corps and promoted because you had the highest rating from a commanding officer I’d ever seen in the regular army. Now that I’ve reviewed your record, I’m wondering if he inflated your value to get you out of his unit.”

He’d wondered the same thing.

“You’ve been written up for insubordination three times. What is your problem with authority?”

“Ma’am, I have no problem with authority.” Imbeciles, yes, but that was another story.

“The death and rebirth of a ghost means the salvation of mankind. Isn’t that why you enlisted?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“The purloined blood of an Ultra runs in your veins. Do not take it for granted. It costs the corps a fortune. Do not forget.”

Not likely. The corps reminded him daily.

The word purloined hadn’t been used in his hearing before. Now that he thought about it, how did they get the Ultra blood infusing his body? Were captives volunteering?

Surely not. Their hatred of mankind was legendary.

What did it matter? Ultras were the enemy. They deserved no mercy.

Lights Out

Part of the anthology The Expanding Universe 4: Space Adventure, Alien Contact and Military Science Fiction, edited by Craig Martelle

He can save mankind. After he does one important thing. Die.
Join the Ghost Corps, they said. You’ll live forever, they said. You’ll save mankind, they said. They didn’t say that to do it, first he had to die.
When Tornahdo signs on the dotted line, he puts his life into the steady hands of the mighty Ghost Corps. Three grisly deaths and three agonizing resurrections later, he’s assigned duty on the space station Enderium Six.
He’s facing his most dangerous mission yet, the very reason the corps exists.
Do they expect him to win? Fat chance. Tornahdo and his team are already dead and this mission is codenamed “Lights Out.” No, there’s more to this than he can see.
To discover the truth, he must face an unbeatable, unkillable enemy, and this time–somehow–find a way to keep himself alive…


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