Of Seafarers and Spacefarers
When Delilah encouraged her authors to talk about our new releases on the Conquests blog, I was briefly at a loss for the best way to do it. I don’t normally write historical romances, despite being a history buff. Actually, I don’t write historicals because I’m such a history buff. I know myself. I’d get lost in all that delicious research and forget to write the book. I got around that with my Conquests story because I’d happened to read some appropriate background material for entertainment just before I saw the call for submissions. And yes, I do consider The Vikings and Islam to be a fun read.
My new release, in fact, is the opposite of a historical. Thrill-Kinky is a futuristic science fiction romance. I’m a geek in many ways. Not only am I a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism and the sort of person who reads about the connections between the Vikings and the Islamic world as beach reading, I’m a sucker for tales of voyages to exotic planets and sexy, dangerous aliens.
Substitute “ports of call” for “planets” and “warriors” for “aliens” and you’ll see that my two fascinations aren’t that different. Whether our heroes and heroines are crossing oceans or traveling between stars, whether their foes–and for that matter, their lovers–are human or alien, we’re talking about explorers, travelers, adventurers. I wouldn’t call the crew of the independent space freighter Malcolm space Vikings. They’re small-time merchants who sometimes fight on the side;Vikings were fighters who might be merchants on the side. Unlike Vikings, my spacefarers aren’t necessarily looking for a fight. But when the fight finds them, they’ll take it on–for honor, freedom and a cut of the profits. Since Vikings were noted mercenaries, maybe the analogy holds.
When crew member Rita meets a gorgeous winged man who’s both a spy and a thief–wouldn’t that fit into the Middle Ages as well as it does in the far future?–things get very interesting very quickly. And by interesting I mean both erotic and deadly.
Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1
Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken, except the first one to let go wins
Humans may have expanded to the stars, but they still have the annoying need to work for a living. Which is why Rita, crew member of the space freighter Malcolm, is stuck collecting recyclable slag rather than attending her favorite festival celebrating love and sexuality.
Things go from boring to interesting when she discovers a badly injured man who’s been thrown into a recycling bin to die. The catch, he’s gorgeous, winged, and naked.
Drax Jalricki, reformed (mostly) art thief and reluctant covert operative, is on an undercover mission to protect three planets when someone in his own government brands him a traitor. By virtue of association, Rita and her crew are going down with him.
From their first, hide-in-plain-sight quickie, the erotic spark between Rita and Drax is fueled by danger and adrenaline. But their growing suspicion that there’s more to their connection than lust may not matter if they don’t live through the night.
Warning: Hero and heroine who straddle the line of criminal behavior—and definitely violate public indecency statutes. Exhibitionist, dangerous sex. Dark, sordid pasts. Wild risk-taking. Giggly cat-girl sidekick who’s not just another pretty…tail. And the greatest risk of all: true love.
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We’re soul mates! I knew it! History was my first degree. And while I love the genre, I haven’t attempted to write it much because I wonder if I’m up to the depth of detail. It’s much more fun to write about sexy knights and Vikings in outer space!
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