While we’re all thinking about rescuing the astronauts that
were left in space, this might be a good time to share Susan McAllister’s
story. She’s a spy, working for an alphabet agency, who escapes (barely) with
her life aboard a spaceship. On the ship are three hunky captains and a very
inappropriate robot. Add in a little illicit drug that releases all inhibitions
and stand back! Do you think the astronauts on the space station are having as
much fun?
Blurb:
DAT agent Susan McAllister escapes Earth with killers in hot pursuit. She normally runs toward danger not away, and she likes controlling her own fate, not relying on three strange men and an irreverent cyberbot. Skilled and experienced, she doesn’t believe there's any way the three crewmen of the cargo ship Erik's Pryde can help her.
Captain John Erik thinks the sexy, headstrong passenger is nothing but trouble, but he also knows she needs help. And not being men to shrink from adventure, he's convinced that he and his crew are the ones to provide it. When they're infected by an illegal drug that releases inhibitions, the crew of the Pryde shows they are men who not only can fight, but can satisfy a woman’s every fantasy.
It's no surprise when Susan discovers that being a member of the Pryde's crew has unexpected, lasting benefits.
Buy links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bride-Pryde-Siren-Publishing-Menage-ebook/dp/B007NIR4HO/
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bride-of-the-pryde-dee-s-knight/1109689352
Excerpt:
Stepping out of the stall, she looked at a mirrored reflection of
the hummer and saw that fate had given her a break, finally. Her bathroom mate
was a blonde close to her height and weight. The other woman’s breasts were
smaller, and so was her waist, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
“Hi,” the blonde said with a hesitant smile.
“Hey,” Susan replied. She looked for something to use as a rope and gag. She didn’t want to kill the woman if it wasn’t necessary, just borrow her identity for a while.
She looked at Susan in the mirror. “You aren’t by chance on your way to M3859, are you?”
M3859 was a scrap heap of a planet in the Hodge Galaxy. “No. Why do you ask?”
“I thought it would be nice to have another woman to talk to on the trip.” She giggled, an edgy, brittle sound in the cold, tiled bathroom. “I’m going to be married, and damned if I’m just as nervous as when I first went on stage.”
Time seemed to speed up and fly by. Any moment someone could come in and her chance would be gone. Think, McAllister, think!
“So, you’re an actress?”
“Well, I was on the stage.” She shrugged. “It’s all the same,” she added. Leaning toward Susan’s mirrored reflection she lowered her voice and said, “Though not to my parents in small-town Illinois.”
Outside the secure area, then, where “on the stage” could mean anything from real theatre to stripping to performing a variety of lewd acts for private clients.
There was nothing for it. Lacking something to bind the woman, Susan would have to knock her out. Unfortunately, that provided only a small window of opportunity. If she couldn’t find a shuttle scheduled to leave almost immediately, she’d be caught. Killing her outright would be safest, but murder was a last resort, and not for an innocent like this. On the other hand, if this had been Vault Man standing beside her? He’d already be bleeding out. Your chance will come. Stay focused.
“Going on stage must be exciting.”
Seeming to calm down by talking it all out, the blonde fluffed her shoulder-length hair, checked her teeth, and pulled up the top of her halter. The elastic material stretched over her breasts, down over her ribs, and ended in the curve of her waist. Low on her hips hung a pair of jeans covered with appliqués of different flowers and vines. Some of the vines twirled suggestively up and around her thighs. Sandals completed her outfit. Where in hell was the woman’s sense of fashion?
“I really wasn’t very good at…you know, dancing and acting and stuff, so I decided to try something different. Really different.” She bit her bottom lip. “I signed up to be a Galactic Bride. I’m going to meet my new husband on M3859.”
Any man who lived there would have to buy a bride. No woman in her right mind would go voluntarily.
“I’ve never been farther than thirty centimes away from home before.” The woman glanced around the room conspiratorially. Lowering her voice, she said, “The agency told me the man was pretty well-to-do, but…but an old man. I bought something to make sure I could get his juices running. Something special, you know?”
What was she trying to say? Libido-enhancing drugs had been legal since the twentieth century. Susan reached into her bag. Her laser pistol fit nicely in her hand.
“But now I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into. What if I get caught with the stuff? What if I hate it on M3859?” Nervousness returned in the crack of her voice and her shaking hand on the sink counter. “Am I doing the right thing?”
“I don’t know,” Susan said, withdrawing her pistol and striking the woman on the side of the head. “But I know I am.”
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
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1 comment:
Bride of the Pryde sounds like a hoot. I love the idea of an inappropriate robot. :)
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