This week’s theme for My Sexy Saturday is Are You Sexy… ” those characters who are sexy yet very comfortable about it. They’re comfortable about being in their own skin, being the best at something, heck, they’re comfortable on almost everything. But there is one thing they haven’t quite mastered: love.”
This week’s snippet comes from the first chapter of my erotic science fiction novella, Alliance: Cosmic Scandal. Prince Myrek is too worried about his son’s health to be aware of the excitement the presence of the handsome prince has stirred up on Planet Mhajav. And Dr. Khira, a child prodigy and still a virgin, is unaware of her own sex appeal. But all of that is about to change.
“But I’m not looking for a bride at the moment.”
The warmth of his gaze sent a jolt of awareness through her, making her heart pound. If he wanted a lover, he’d come to the right place. Too bad she was the only woman in Mahdesh City unable to accommodate him.
She stood. “I won’t keep you any longer, Ambassador.”
“Call me Myrek,” he said, rising to his feet.
“But you’re a prince.”
“I’m also a man.”
She saw the hunger in his gaze, felt the sensual awareness that seemed to hum between them, and damned herself for the insane promise she’d made to her parents.
When Myrek, heir to the Ziganese throne, becomes ambassador to the planet Mhajav, he meets Khira, a lovely young geneticist. Their union defies the laws of two worlds. An erotic encounter in a brothel leads to a fateful decision that defies the laws of two worlds, causing a cosmic scandal.
On this Good Friday, I welcome author Pamela S. Thibodeaux with an “eggcerpt” from her inspirational romance, Cathy’s Angel.
Blurb: Single mom Cathy Johnson is tired of running her life alone…what she needs is a well-trained angel to help out. Jared Savoy gave up the dream of having a family when he discovered he is sterile. Can a confirmed bachelor and the mother of four find love amid normal daily chaos?
Cathy ignored the shivers of delight that curled up her spine at the sound of his velvety-rough voice and glared at him for the second time that day. Nice voice, dumb question. Unless he was blind, he could see the tears on her face. She swiped at them. “No, I’m not all right. I twisted my ankle and it’s all your fault.” She dropped the blame squarely at his feet.
He halted his movements. “Me? What’d I do? I don’t even know you, Lady.”
“You interrupted my quiet time.”
“Well excuse me for living and breathing.” He glared down at her. The gold flames of fury sparking his dark eyes demanded that she not interrupt his tirade. Still, she jerked up her chin a notch, and narrowed her gaze, but bit her tongue.
“I happen to be new to this neighborhood and haven’t run across any signs informing me to ‘stay out of Ms…’ what’s your name?”
“Ms. Cathy’s quiet time.”
To Jared’s surprise and consternation, she burst into tears.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m usually not so rude.”
“Of course you’re not,” he soothed. “PMS I’m sure,” he remarked, patting her shoulder and feeling even more awkward. Women were never his strong point. They were too emotional, and his analytical mind couldn’t cope.
too emotional, and his analytical mind couldn’t cope.
“I don’t have time for PMS,” she wailed, confirming his opinion. “My oldest child is right now fixing breakfast for the other three, and I’ve got to get home.”
Okay Lord, he thought with a sigh, you leave me no choice but to play the Good Samaritan. Reaching down, he swung her up in his arms. She stiffened.
“Easy now, I’m not going to hurt you,” he chided. “Where do you live?”
“Two blocks down, first house on the right,” she muttered. Unable to resist the comfort his broad shoulder offered, Cathy buried her head in it and sobbed. “I try to be strong, to take care of everything and everyone,” she mumbled. “And I’m so tired of doing it all.”
“No one can do it all.”
“I have no choice!”
She was hysterical, he decided, and he was at a complete loss as to what to do about it. “Okay, okay,” he soothed. “Take it easy. You won’t have to do it all today.”
Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”