I'm Kayelle Allen, and I'm going to share why I rewrote the tagline for my upcoming re-release, At the Mercy of Her Pleasure. The book was first published in 2004 by Liquid Silver Books, and got a new home with Loose Id in 2010 when I submitted Surrender Love to that house. I later took back the rights for those and a third book, For Women Only, in order to self-publish.
At the Mercy and For Women Only tell the story of two brothers, Senth and Khyff, respectively. The books are scifi romance, and the new versions have a much sweeter heat level. They'll be re-released Aug 17, 2015.
Because I'm hoping the books will be enjoyed by a new and wider audience, I decided to not only edit the content for heat level, but also to edit the blurb and tagline.
|At the Mercy of Her Pleasure|
When NarrAy steals a kiss from Senth, he steals her heart, but how much more are they willing to take -- for each other?
Although young, Senth holds a lofty position in the elite Thieves' Guild, and the daredevil, risk-loving half-human has earned it. His Sen'dai offers him a deal he can't refuse. Work with a Better, an enhanced woman with pleasure-laced pheromones, and he'll buy and free Senth's cruelly enslaved older brother. The job? Grab-and-go. The condition? Resist the Better's pheromones and influence. Inoculated against them, he takes the case. The problem? Nothing goes right. The job outlasts the medication's effect. All Senth wants is one touch, one kiss, one oh-so-tempting lick of her perfect, lush skin. The downside? With his brother's freedom at stake, how can he risk putting himself at the mercy of her pleasure?
He's a thief. She's a soldier. Do opposites attract? Oh, mercy!
Professional thief Senth Antonello is hired to retrieve a stolen prototype for which the imperial armada has already killed twice. When Senth's brother is kidnapped to ensure the device is surrendered, Senth must rescue his brother, outsmart the armada, and keep the item out of imperial hands. All doable, except for one small problem. Senth must accomplish it in the company of a genetically altered woman whose pheromones could enhance the mission or crumble it into dust with a single siren kiss.
In this scene, Senth and NarrAy have just met. She's considering whether to hire him to help her steal back the designs for a prototype her murdered parents designed. Because she's a Better, an enhanced human with addictive pheromones, she's not permitted to touch anyone skin-to-skin.
NarrAy offered her hand. She'd practiced this with her father as a girl. "A gentleman doesn't try to overpower a lady's hand, NarrAy. But he isn't afraid to be firm either."
She held Senth's gloved hand between both of hers. "I can see you're a gentleman, Mr. Antonello."
His cheeks reddened. "Just Senth, ma'am."
She squeezed Senth's hand. "And I'm NarrAy. Never Ms. Jorlan, nor ma'am. Not on this job. Understood?"
He met her gaze. "Does that mean you want me?" He blushed again and glanced down at their still-joined hands. "For the job, I mean."
She bit back a laugh. What an innocent. "So long as we're clear on who's in charge."
"When it comes to theft, I am. For everything else, you are, in every way."
You have no idea. He had never once tried to look at her body. Maybe the dress would be okay after all.
"Come sit." She gestured toward an adjacent room. "Let's talk business."
At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
Coming Aug 17, 2015 in print and eBook formats
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Kayelle Allen is a best-selling, multi-published, award-winning author. Her unstoppable heroes and heroines include contemporary every day folk, role-playing immortal gamers, futuristic covert agents, and warriors who purr.