Bad Kitty (Chronicles of the Malcolm 2) - New Release
Meet BAD
KITTY and her two bad boys
BLURB:
When you make the
Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of
heat.
Most of cat-girl Xia’s
early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her
body remembers how to kill.
The longer she and her
fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding
from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s
insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out
slavers.
Rahal suspects Xia is
his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points
of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for
him, even if it means playing dirty.
Hired to determine if
Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister,
Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though,
is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and
playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s
seduction.
When their first
mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she
realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away,
however, could be her deadliest mistake.
Warning: Contains an
assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting
tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot
sex with no rules.
Series blurb:
In the 26th
century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology
has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and
humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same.
Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient
species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.
Meet the crew of the
independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping
things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes
supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a
planetary government, and their own dark pasts.
It’s the perfect time
to fall in love!
In the 26th
century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology
has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and
humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same.
Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient
species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.
Meet the crew of the
independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping
things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes
supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a
planetary government, and their own dark pasts.
It’s the perfect time
to fall in love!
Excerpt:
All too soon, Rahal
pulled back from the kiss and moved his hand from Cal’s aching cock
to Cal’s cheek. “Look at me, Viking. I bet those blue eyes go all
stormy the more excited you get. I want to see that.”
Cal gulped and obeyed.
Rahal began to stroke
his cock again, the same lazy, delicious rhythm as he thrust into
Xia.
Xia mewled something.
It might have been words or just a nonsensical cry of pleasure, but
Cal couldn’t focus on the actual syllables, just the lilting music
of her voice blending with Rahal’s growl-purr and the rush of his
own blood to create an intense erotic tapestry of sound. His balls
pulled closer to his body and his body stretched taut, preparing to
explode.
Xia made a sad little
noise as if she knew she was about to be cheated and Cal bit his lip
hard in an effort to pull back from the brink.
Rahal finished one last
long, luxurious caress, then shoved gently at Cal’s chest. “Your
come has a prior engagement. Otherwise I’d stroke you until you
blasted where my cock and Xia’s cunt meet.”
The bluntly erotic
words didn’t exactly help Cal get a grip on his sanity. But they
did propel him back to Xia. “Need you,” he managed to say.
“Of course you do.”
She still sounded chirpy, even though her body quaked from Rahal’s
thrusts, faster and harder now, lifting her off the cushions with
their intensity.
Then she took him in.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as if she was overwhelmed by
pleasure. He wanted to do the same but for a few seconds he forced
himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch his cock plunge into
that hot, eager mouth, watch the movements of her hands that were
maybe half the size of Rahal’s, but, oh stars, just as skilled in
their own way.
“Yum,” she
sputtered, his cock halfway into her mouth, one hand on his balls,
the other circling his shaft. “Even better than I imagined.” At
least that was what he knew she must have said. It was all a
cock-muffled blur and at that point Cal couldn’t think of anything
he’d rather hear, except the chorus of cries and moans they’d all
produce when they came.
At this moment, Cal
would testify that nothing in the cosmos—not the Horseshoe Nebula,
not the ten-kilometer-high Falls of Laskar, not the Sea of Miltas
under the light of four full moons—was more beautiful than Xia’s
lovely mouth stretched and distorted as she sucked his dick. Nothing
more beautiful than Xia’s body joining with Rahal’s. He wanted to
keep watching, keep seeing the lush, crazy-lovely spectacle. That
talented, slightly raspy tongue and the occasional hint of those
sharp fangs created sensations unlike anything he’d experienced
before. He’d enjoyed plenty of blow jobs in his life, and they’d
all been good—face it, even awkward oral sex from an inexperienced
lover had its merits—but this was remarkable.
Author bio:
Teresa Noelle Roberts
started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet.
A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and
fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries
were her favorites until she realized science-fiction romances
offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love
that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different
species! Find her at www.teresanoelleroberts.com,
on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTeresaNoelleRoberts,
or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts.
Love n Stuff
Scarlett
xXx
Though, she admits, when she was pregnant with her son Christian,
the affair cooled.
