Genre: Sci-Fi/ Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Date of Publication: April 13, 2017
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 70,000
OUT OF THE STACKS
Librarian Phoebe Addison has lived her entire life within a seventy-five mile radius of her small Louisiana town, but when she receives a strange medallion from her adventurous, off-world sister, reality tilts toward the bizarre. Everything Phoe thought she knew isâ¦well, wrong. Dead wrong. But bone-numbing fear has no place in this brave new worldânor by the side of the dangerous, exquisite man who saves her life.
â¦AND INTO THE FIRE
Following the tragic slaughter of his family, operative Macijah âCageâ St. John understands evil in a way no man ever should. He traded happiness for a magnificent and terrible power, and fate isnât done with him yet. He wasnât looking for comfort. He didnât need tenderness. But today heâll play hero to a damsel in distress, and his quest will deliver him to the uncanny Martian colony of New Londonâand his heart to the demure Phoebe Addison. The bookish beautyâs hidden talents and deep abiding love just might save Cage from himself.
âHeyâ¦â she sighed, taking the curve of his jaw in the palm of her hand and raising his eyes to meet hers. âIâm okay. You saved my life. For likeâ¦ the millionth time.â He didnât move, so she didnât pull away, finally able to observe him. His jaw was set, tense as he stared at her with those dusky, changeable eyes. But Phoe could feel a tremble there. A fear lurking underneath that she would never have expected a man like Cage to possess. âIâm fine.â
âAnd what in hell were you doing?â he said, snapping his head up to glare at her. âI told you to run away and you did exactly the opposite of what I said! You could have been killed! Or worse, bitten! You justâ¦ you donât understand, Phoe. Iâm supposed to protect you, and I didnât protect you. I canât lose anotherâ¦â His words trailed off. She could tell he wanted to say more but wouldnât. She held his gaze, but he looked away, as if he were hiding some weakness he couldnât stand for her to see. There was some trauma lurking there.
âWhat are you talking about?â she said. âHelp me understand.â
âI canât,â he said, pulling back and shaking his head as if to clear it. âI wonât.â
He rolled back on his heels and rose quickly, his shoulder brushing against the bedside table and nearly toppling the glass of tea, an uncharacteristically clumsy movement. âJust leave it alone, Phoe. My demons are my own.â The weakness was gone, and now that hard-edged, barely contained anger returned. She knew if she pressed him that he would lash out. She was starting to understand, to be able to read his moods that had seemed so random and mysterious when theyâd first met. There was a scab, healed over but still burning. âRest up,â he said, turning to walk away. âWeâll leave at sunset. Addie has a car.â
Swallowing her nausea, she threw back the blanket and stumbled out of the bed toward him. âWaitâ¦ Cageâ¦â
He stopped but didnât turn.
âLook, I donât know whatâs happened to you in your past. But we all have demons. Some of us, more than most people. I get it.â She lay a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tremble of muscles pulled tight. The sensation of gentle touch had evidently become a foreign concept, and his first reaction was to flee. His head turned, staring down at where the cool, pearlescent flesh of her fingertips rested against him. Such a profile, his eyes gazing downward and just the faint glisten of a single tear resting just under his eyelashes. Phoeâs heart broke for him. âYou can trust me.â
âI do trust you, Phoe.â She slid her arm along his shoulder, and he turned, enveloping her body in a gentle embrace. He brushed a hand over her brow, smoothing back the stray locks that fell around her face. Being so close to him, she felt small and skittish. If he loosened his grasp even just a little, she feared she would retreat. He took her hand, bringing it to his lips and then pressing her palm against his cheek. Instantly his body relaxed, as if her touch were some sort of calming drug. Phoebe could actually feel the tension melting from his embrace. His eyes were full of fire and his breathing labored. Phoe couldnât believe that it was her doing this to him. That all of this was for her. âI donât trust me,â he went on. She was mesmerized by the curves of his lips as he spoke and without even realizing, sheâd moved closer. Only a breath between them, and then their lips touched. He kissed her, lightly at first then more insistent. Phoe was stiff, the sensation so unfamiliar as his sumptuous mouth caressed her lower lip, worrying it gently, teaching her what to do. She melted into his embrace, and he teased the crease of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, coaxing it open before taking possession. Cage stole her breath and then offered his own. His arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her in against him, letting his hands rest on her hips as their kiss went on and on. When he let her go, Phoe stumbled, holding her dizzy head. A fluttery feeling rose in the pit of her belly, and all she wanted to do was kiss him again.
Genre: Sci-Fi/ Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Date of Publication: October 26, 2017
Number of pages: 167 pages
Word Count: 65,500
Reluctant to become a spy again, Macijah "Cage" St. John's instincts prove correct when all hell breaks loose for him and his lady love, Phoebe Addison, who is also his new partner.
Macijah "Cage" St. John' didn't want the spy life anymore. He would have been thrilled to spend every morning lying in the field behind Phoe's home in smalltown Louisiana watching the clouds roll by. But his Miss Addison wanted to spread her wings, literally. So Cage accepted a mission that teamed him up with his lady love. If only he had trusted her.
TO THE FUTURE
Everything about being a spy was a million times more exciting, and scarier, than the books she'd read in her former life as a librarian. When her first mission with Cage turned into a colossal clusterf*ck because he withheld information and kept secrets, Phoebe's world narrowed into a long tunnel of betrayal. Captured by space pirates and delivered to a horrible fate, she wished the last words between them had been of love, because she was certain she would never see Cage St. John again.
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Phoebe stood there letting the steaming water pour down over her body, wishing it would wash away the doubt. She didnât hear the swish of the door opening so when Cage stepped into the shower behind her she screamed, coming at him with the tiny penknife she kept on hand at all times.
âWhoa,â he chuckled, grabbing her wrist. âCalm down. Itâs me.â She held firm to the hilt of the knife for a few seconds before letting him slip it from her grasp. âYouâre all right.â
He nodded. âYouâre always safe with me, love.â
âIs that a promise?â She met his gaze, searching for sincerity in it.
âAlways.â He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. âYou really must stop taking weapons into the shower. Thatâs a nasty accident waiting to happen.â
All the pent-up emotion and stress from the last several weeks bubbled to the surface and she crumpled against him, her tears mixing with the falling water in a mixture of relief and fear, exhilaration and uncertainty. âThere now, baby. Youâre all right.â He wrapped his arms around her, brushing the matted tendrils away from her ear and kissing her lightly at the small hollow beneath. It made her feel small and protected. She craved the strength she felt in the hard muscles cording through his arms and chest.
âIs it like this every time?â she sniffled.
He chuckled. âYou get used to it.â
âI didnât think you were supposed to be afraid.â
âWhere on earth would you get that idea?â he said. âFear keeps us on our toes.â
âIt didnât do so well for me,â she replied, rubbing at her burning eyes. âI fucked up everything.â
âNo you didnât. It isnât anyoneâs fault. It just happened.â
âIf you hadnât been thereâ¦â she sniffled. âIâdâ¦ Iâ¦â
He took her chin between his fingertips and forced her head up. âYou would have figured a way out. Youâre smart and managed to keep your cool. As soon as the antidote took hold, you were able to shift. That confusion you created saved both our skins. So no more of this doubt, all right? You need to not worry so much,â he purred, nudging her back under the spray. The steam was a comfort, wrapping her in a blanket of humid warmth and she began to relax. âYouâre so tense.â He turned her around brushing his fingertips along her spine.
âYou know Iâm a worrier,â she muttered.
âItâs a useless endeavor, Iâm afraid.â His fingers came to rest at the swell of her ass and began tracing circles at the base of her spine. The callouses at the tips tickled at her skin and she shivered. He pulled her against him, so close that she could feel his lips fluttering against the cuff of her ear. âYou have to let that go. Let me help you forget all about the wolves in the dark.â
She leaned back, luxuriating in the sensation of his hands slip-sliding over her body. Her skin was slick with the water and the remnants of expensive bath oil. âI think youâre trying to seduce me, Mr. St. John.â
âOf course I am,â he replied, pushing her hair away from her neck so that he could feather gentle kisses under her hairline. âDo you mind?â
âIâll tell you when I mind,â she mumbled with a groan as he pinched her fleshy earlobe between his teeth. She reached back, tangling her fingers in the soft curls at the base of his skull. They were short, but long enough to wrap around a fingertip and tug lightly. She could feel his body so close behind her, hard against her softness. The contrast was so erotic that she was breathless even before his hands slid over her breasts.
âIt isnât fair,â she sighed as the blunt edge of his thumbnail slid over her nipple. âTo let me get all clean only to make me dirty again.â
âIâll gladly scrub anything you have, Miss Addison.â
About the Author:
Alexandra Christian is an author of mostly romance with a speculative slant. Her love of Stephen King and sweet tea has flavored her fiction with a Southern Gothic sensibility that reeks of Spanish moss and deep fried eccentricity. Lexx likes to keep her fingers in lots of different pies having written everything from sci-fi and horror to Sherlock Holmes adventures.
A self-proclaimed âSouthern Belle from Hell,â Lexx is a native South Carolinian who lives with an epileptic wiener dog and her husband, author Tally Johnson. Her long-term aspirations are to one day be a best-selling authoress and part-time pinup girl. Sheâs a member of Romance Writers of America.
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