SFR Station Presents: April Fools For Love

 Welcome to the April Fools for Love hop sponsored by SFR Station. The theme, as you may have guessed, is fools for love.

There's three prize packages you have a chance to win, and you can see it all in the nifty graphic. There's a copy of My Name Is A'yen up for grabs in the grand prize package. If you don't win it, you can buy it pretty much everywhere for $3.99, or you can wait until May 1st when it'll be on sale for 99 cents for 10 days.

A'yen is definitely a fool for love. Everything he does in My Name Is A'yen, and in The King's Mistress and the upcoming To Save A Life, is to protect those he loves. His decisions are often foolish in hindsight, yet he doesn't care. Because he will do just about anything to save those he loves, including sacrificing himself.

He does just that in My Name Is A'yen. A'yen's entire species is enslaved, and they've been slaves for so long they no longer believe they were ever free. Much less that somewhere out there they have a planet they once called home. Dr. Farran Hart, A'yen's new owner, believes they were free once and is determined to prove it. She has her own reasons for it, and you'll have to read the book to find out what they are. :D

A'yen thinks she's lost her mind, and he resents her presence in his life. He wants to be left alone to grieve his dead lover and dead child. Fae won't leave him alone. Nor does she treat him as a slave. Slowly, he starts to see her as someone with value and worth, even though he doesn't believe she'll find what she's looking for.

Except she does. The planet they explore is where A'yen's species once lived. Every new thing Fae finds brings A'yen one step closer to accepting freedom might be more than a myth. Of course, there's more going on than either of them are aware of.

Fae is threatened by someone working for the Breeders Association, the group responsible for making sure A'yen's people remain slaves. Here's a peek at it.

 Reston’s fingers dug into the markings. He bit down a groan as fire traveled through every inch of his body. Hot breath blew across the side of his face. “I disagree. You should guard yourself with more care, slave. You have the opportunity to save her career.”
The fingers tightened. The groan slipped out. “Dallying with me doesn’t ruin careers.”
“No. But accusations of forgery do. As do accusations of being sympathetic to the Loks Mé freedom movement.”
“You wouldn’t.” The hands disappeared from his sides and he collapsed on the table.
Reston grabbed his wrists, above the cuffs, clenching tight and sending spasms up his arms. “You don’t know what I will or will not do. But I will give you the opportunity to keep me quiet.”
No! He couldn’t sacrifice his soul again. She wasn’t worth it. Her face filled his mind, then her laughter. The way she clung to him day before yesterday when the fish bit her. The way she held his hand yesterday. The way she touched him ten minutes ago.
“Ah, there it is. You have two hours to finish making up your mind. I’ll be in the little cave by lake two. You know the one?”
A’yen nodded. Reston sent one more wave of fire crashing through him, then let go. Slumped over the table, eyes closed, he relied on his sixth sense to tell him when Reston left the building. He took his sweet time too. At the eight minute mark, A’yen forced his body to move, though he longed to curl up somewhere. Forced himself to pull the map back up and make adjustments to it, even though his fingers were clumsy and tingling.
The scene continues as A'yen debates whether or not he can give up that much of his soul. Whether or not Fae is worth the pain he knows waits for him if he gives Reston what he wants.

In some ways it's the most foolish decision A'yen has ever made. Yet it becomes one he doesn't regret. Protecting Fae, the woman he's falling in love with, is as important to him as his next breath. It's who he is, and he can't deny his nature any more than he can deny his love for Fae.

One of the marks of a true hero, in my opinion, is not being afraid to be made a fool of by love or for the sake of love. A'yen and Fae's love shapes the destiny of an entire species, and a new chapter in history.

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Book Boyfriends Cafe: Hot For Friday

I decided to do something new this week and participate in the Book Boyfriends Cafe Hot For Friday weekly blog hop. I won't be participating every week, but it looks like fun. Make sure to check out the other participants.

The theme for this week is Hot Encounters. So here's one of my favorites. A'yen has just returned from doing some exploring on his own, and he's not watching where he's going.

 Apples. Her hair definitely smelled like apples. And the shiniest black he’d ever seen. Dark as a starless night. She clutched at his arms to keep from falling, her fingers wrapping around his markings. But it didn’t hurt. In fact her touch barely registered on them.
Another sign his body liked her. A little too much for this point in their relationship. He wasn’t ready to let go of Master. Too bad his cellular chemistry wasn’t listening.
The feel of her pressed against him sent heat coursing through his veins. If he didn’t get some distance between them—fast—he’d do the other thing post-marking males of his race were known for and give in to the need building in his cells to have her hands manipulate the electrical energy in his body—the other reason why going without cascades was so hard.
He stepped back, still steadying her with his hands on her waist. “Whoa there, Doc.” Damn. His voice carried way too much of the heat building inside him. Green eyes stared at him. Her tongue slid across her lips and she pinched her bottom one. She really ought to let him do that.
He jerked his hands away and stumbled backward until he hit a wall. Which closed in on him, sucking all the air from the room. Only her chest moved, heaving in air at a rate to match his. Everything about her begged his hands to explore her curves, taste her fully, and take her to new heights of pleasure.
The door. Where was the door? Had to get out before he suffocated. Oh. Leaning on it. Left hand on the handle, he fumbled with it until he got it open, then backed through it, forced himself to turn around, and ran for the safety of the nearest tree.
Distance. He needed distance between them. To shut off the traitorous longings within. And the signals his body sent against his will.
Shoes crunched behind him and he whirled to find her standing in front of him, hugging herself. “I can’t help it.” The words drifted to him on a whisper. “You’re pulling me like a magnet.”
“I know.” He braced himself against the tree. “I never expected it to happen again.”

 They've taken everything from him. Except his name.

The Loks Mé have been slaves for so long, freedom is a distant myth A'yen Mesu no longer believes. A year in holding, because of his master's murder, has sucked the life from him. Archaeologist Farran Hart buys him to protect her on an expedition to the Rim, the last unexplored quadrant.

Farran believes the Loks Mé once lived on the Rim and is determined to prove it. And win A'yen's trust. But she's a breeder's daughter and can't be trusted.

Hidden rooms, information caches, and messages from a long-dead king change A'yen's mind about her importance. When she's threatened he offers himself in exchange, and lands on the Breeders Association's radar. The truth must be told. Even if it costs him his heart.


SFR Brigade Showcase: Meet Jasmyn

It's time for another round of the SFR Brigade Showcase! Make sure to hit all the stops for lots of excerpts and other fun stuff.

This month I'm introducing another new character from The King's Mistress, who happens to be a POV character in To Save A Life. Meet Jasmyn Jenkins, Ro's love interest. Ro is with A'yen in the Hidden, and he's gone outside to bask in the sun and get some relief from the constant burning caused by his markings. They've been there about two weeks, if I'm remembering right. Maybe three?

 Head pillowed on his arms, Ro closed his eyes. Shut his field down to the bare minimum he was capable of. Lost himself in the UV light streaming over the ink, invading it and loosening the bonds in his muscles.
Something rustled in the grass and he shot up, reaching for his shirt. But not in time. She’d already seen him, and stood with her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was out here.”
Amber eyes held him captive. Large and bright, they looked straight at him. Actually seeing him, instead of the markings. Auburn hair framed her face, brushing the tops of her shoulders. Speaking of her face, it wasn’t full-blood. “It’s all right.” The words tumbled out without a thought. And weren’t a lie.
“You’re Ro, aren’t you?”
“How do you know?”
She took a tentative step closer, the heel of her shoe sinking into the grass with a squish. “I’m Jasmyn Jenkins. Sa’nar Jenkins is my dad. I run his regent’s office.”
Now her face made sense. Her mother was human. Part of him screamed to wall off, back away. Humans always used him. Always. Except for Whit. But he’d only known her a month. Not enough time to gauge someone’s true motives.
Jasmyn sank onto the lone bench, leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. The navy blue of her skirt and jacket, combined with sunlight hitting her head, made her hair shine. “What’s it like out there?”
He released the death grip on his shirt and leaned back on his hands. Sun still bathed his chest and back. “Hell.”
“That’s what my dad says. Surely it can’t be that way for everyone.”
“Do you know what it feels like to be owned?”
She shook her head, setting the gorgeous hair to bouncing. “Technically I was born a slave, but we came here when I was three. This is all I remember.”
“Then you can’t understand why it’s hell out there. Even for A’yen. His wife owns him, and if he goes somewhere without her, he has to have recorded permission and produce it to anyone who asks for it. If they bother to ask before beating the hell out of him.”
Jasmyn cocked her head, eying him with a thoughtful look on her face. “What about you?”
Leaning forward, he held out his arms. “I’m a prisoner of my markings. Out there I’m forbidden to say no. Even to our own kind.”
The eyes rounded. “I know what the blue means, but I didn’t know how much it controls you.”
“I am enjoying being in a place where long sleeves don’t give me away.” He smiled at her in an attempt to get her to do it. One started, but froze halfway.
“I know why you’re out here. Daddy hates wearing a shirt too. I promise I won’t give your spot away.”
She stood, tucked her hands into her jacket pockets, gaze lingering on him. For the first time he didn’t feel exposed or violated in someone’s gaze. “I’ll be with my dad when the new arrivals get here. He always greets them.”
“I’ll be there too.” Something made him stand up. Not sure what, but it felt rude to remain on the ground in the presence of such a beautiful young woman.
The smile finished and pierced his heart. “See you around.” She turned and walked off, hips swaying in a graceful, natural rhythm. Nothing like the faked, exaggerated movements Camden’s paid whores used.
This must be what a crush felt like.  
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Freedom has a cost. Can A’yen pay it without losing his soul?

Liberation of the enslaved Lokmane begins with the king. A’yen and Fae agree to visit the Hidden, a group of escaped Lokmane, to protect his identity while the Shadows make their move with emancipation acts. But he's not prepared for the prejudice rampant in the Hidden, or their lack of patience for him. And his new linked bodyguard is unstable to the point A'yen fears for the young man's sanity.

Upon returning to Titan, A'yen is kidnapped and taken to the largest breeding farm in the galaxy. This time he'll be himself even if it kills him. His resolve to unite his people grows as he wonders if he'll live long enough to do it.

With A'yen kidnapped, Fae returns to the Lokmane homeworld seeking the final pieces of what happened two thousand years ago when they were conquered and enslaved. Getting as far away from her father as possible is the only way to keep her from disappearing too.

Separated by light years, A'yen and Fae have to stand alone and fight for their right to live in freedom. No matter the cost.


Cover Reveal: Bound To You by AR DeClerck

I'm participating in the cover reveal for AR DeClerck's next science fiction romance, Bound To You. I was one of the beta readers for the first draft, and it is one awesome ride! The cover perfectly captures my mental images of Jacks and Lia.

Here's the blurb for it.

Jackson Baine is a man with a gift, and he has never had a problem with selling it to the highest bidder. His newest job is with one of the biggest terraforming companies in the universe, and the money he stands to make will allow him and his crew to retire on any planet in any galaxy they choose. His biggest problem: Ferrell Terraforming has assigned him a company liason to see to his needs and protect their interests. But that’s not his only problem. Lia Bernardi is smart, beautiful and strong, and she entices Jacks in a way no other woman ever has. She is a distraction he cannot afford on the surface. 

Anatolia Bernardi is ready to climb the corporate ladder, get out from under her egotistical boss, and impress her overbearing father. All she has to do is turn one dead, empty planet into an oasis. Her company says Jacks Baine is the key, and it’s her job to make sure he’s productive and happy. Both of which, she soon learns, are harder than she’d thought they’d be. For some reason Jacks can get under her skin and break down every wall she’s constructed between herself and the world. 

On the surface of a long-dead planet Jacks and Lia will be forced to face the startling realization that the past never really goes away.

The book releases 4/24/15. You can preorder it at Amazon.

AR DeClerck lives in the Quad Cities, IL. She is a wife and mother of two daughters. She has two dogs and a cat, and always has her nose in a book. She’s either reading one, or writing one. She writes romance in many sub-genres, and has always had a soft spot for sci-fi romance. She credits her love of reading and writing to her mother, who always keeps a book handy.

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I Was Married To Christian Grey

I am a domestic abuse survivor. Let me share with you what it was like.

First off, my ex orchestrated the most massive lie I've ever seen, and convinced my entire family (including extended and grandparents) that he was the opposite of what he turned out to be. He was a narcissist, abusive, manipulative, and controlling. All of which he hid before we got married.

He was laid off the week of our wedding, and ended up taking a job on the other end of the country about six months later. At first, I thought part of what was going on was the stress of a man not having a job and being able to support his family. I was ignored, and increasingly felt like I was just there for him to have sex with. And when we did have sex, he didn't give a rat's ass about whether or not I enjoyed it or whether I even finished. It was all about him, and once he had what he wanted he was done.

He didn't listen to me. Didn't care about my opinion or how I felt about things. I was constantly told to shut up, that I was stupid, and had no idea what I was talking about. I was even told one day that when I married him I ceased to be American. (He was an immigrant, and I'm not naming the country so don't ask.) He threatened multiple times to hit me, but never followed through because I would stand there and stare him down. He didn't know what to do with that reaction and it would throw him off.

I was wrong about things getting better when he had a job. When he landed the new job, things got worse. He began controlling every penny I was allowed to spend, making me account for it, chewing me out when I spent more than $20 on groceries for three weeks. On Long Island! He also refused to put me on any of his accounts, refused to open a new checking account in the state we lived in, and lied to me over and over and over about where he was and what he was doing.

He left for the new job a week before me, and I followed by driving since I had my cat. My parents came with me. On the final day, when we hit the New Jersey state line, it took everything I had not to turn around and drive back to Louisiana right that second. The closer we got to Long Island, the more I panicked. At that point, no one really believed me about how bad things were and I was starting to wonder if I was imagining some of what was happening or misreading how he was acting.

Once my parents left, he arranged things where I had no vehicle. He threatened to kill my cat. He almost broke my arm the same day he threatened to kill my cat, and that's when I called the cops. I left for a week, then went back and tried one more time to make things work. During that week apart we were supposed to move from on-site housing at his job to our own apartment.

He made the move by himself. When my parents arrived on Long Island to talk to him, it is only by the grace of God that my dad didn't kill him on the spot. And my dad told my ex that to his face! In the process of taking our things out of storage, my ex had shown so little regard for the things that were important to me that I kept finding my treasures broken and shattered in the boxes.

When I found a pen box with my favorite Ernest Hemingway quote on it, that my parents had given me as encouragement to keep writing, shattered beyond repair, I lost it. Had a total breakdown in my mom's arms. Which set her to crying, which set my dad to crying. I can count on one hand the times I've seen my dad cry, and that day was one of them.

Things got worse. My ex kept cancelling the Internet installation. He continued to leave me without a vehicle. My parents bought me a $400 Android phone for two reasons. One, because he refused to install Internet. Two, so they could file a theft report if and when he took the phone away from me. I had the county domestic violence hotline on speed dial in my phone.

My sister came up to see me a week after my parents left. My ex showed his worst side yet, scared my sister spitless, scared me spitless, and I shut down. I couldn't think to save my life. She called our mom sobbing saying if she didn't get me out of there he was going to kill me. And she was right.

So we packed my treasures up while he was at work, put them in storage so he couldn't destroy them, my sister called her BFF and had her find us a hotel by LaGuardia, and my sister got me the heck out of there. When I called to tell him where his car was, I ended up hanging up on him because he was yelling and screaming at me and telling me to get my ass back up there.

That man left soul deep scars on me. It's been five years since I left him, and four since I've had to hear his voice. I still start to panic when I see someone who looks like him, or hear someone who sounds like him. I know it's not him, because he's still in New York. But it doesn't stop the panic. I've cut all ties online with his family and friends, and if any of them ever try to contact me I'll probably file a police report.

My cat had nightmares because of him, and it was two years after leaving before she'd let strangers so much as see her. I had nightmares for months after leaving, even though I was safe at home with my parents and 1400 miles away from my ex. I'd wake up terrified he was coming for me. I have no desire to have any kind of relationship with a man. I don't want one getting that close to me again.

My issue with Fifty Shades of Grey is not the BDSM portrayed in them (badly portrayed, the BDSM community has been quite vocal in their disagreement with how the lifestyle is portrayed in these books). My issue is with Christian Grey and the message Ms. James is sending women. She's telling women that it's okay for men like Grey to treat you like shit, to isolate you and manipulate you and control you. Why? Because they say they love you, and when they apologize everything is hunky-dory again. Even though the behavior never changes. Ms. James has bought the lie, and she's told millions of women it's okay to buy the lie.

IT IS NEVER OKAY!!!! NEVER!! Women are to be cherished and protected. Not abused and isolated.

When you're with a man like Christian Grey, you begin to doubt yourself. You begin to wonder if you're imagining things to be worse than they are. You start living your life in a way to minimize setting him off. You feel like you're going crazy. Even your family has a hard time believing everything that's going on. Mine did, until they saw it with their own eyes.

Men like Grey have destroyed millions of women and left us with scars no one can see. And it's these invisible ones that hurt the most and take the longest to heal. My scars are deep, and they still hurt. They will likely hurt for the rest of my life.

Christian Grey is not sexy, or a hero. He is an abuser who belongs in prison.


Restless In Peaceville is out in print!

Now available in print!


Welcome to Peaceville, population 2067 and rising...from the grave...

Luke Chester has had enough. He’s the school geek, the girls laugh at him, he’s lost his dead-end job at the pizza place, and in the midst of the world’s messiest divorce his parents don’t even know he exists. An overdose of his mom’s tranquilizers and a stomach full of whiskey should solve all his problems...

But they don’t. Instead, Luke finds himself booted out of the afterlife for not dying a natural death, with nowhere to go but back to his recently vacated corpse and reality. How the hell is he going to pass for one of the living without someone trying to blow his brains out for being one of the undead?

And it just gets worse. He’s got to fight his own desperate craving to consume the living, evade the weird supernatural hunter who’s having a field day with the new undeads rising, and there’s this creepy black shadow following him around. Add to that the distraction of female fellow undead Annabelle burning to avenge her own murder, and clearly there’s no rest for the wicked. Jeez, all he wanted to do was R.I.P.

Restless In Peaceville is a young adult zombie story with a twist, set in a Louisiana that never was and released by Lycaon Press on the 20th August, 2014. Add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE. Sign up to my no-spam newsletter HERE to stay up to date with releases, cover reveals, sales and giveaways for all my titles and more.

Suggested tags: zombies, paranormal, YA, angels, redemption, teen fiction, revenge, romance, afterlife, Louisiana


A creak is all the warning I'm given before the floor gives way and I plummet through the rotten woodwork like a kingfisher diving through the water. I can't see a thing for dust and chunks of wood, but I know I've gone through the ground floor of the house when I break through a second layer of wood and hit earth. Damn, how long will this body hold up if I keep crashing like this?

I lever myself up, and find my head just above ground floor level while more dust and splinters shower down around me. I turn, looking for some way to pull myself back up...and find myself being stared at by three kids.

Oh, shit. For a moment we all just gaze at each other, no one sure what to do or who's going to do it first. Then one of the boys, maybe eight or nine and his mouth hanging open points at me and screams, "Zombie!"

What else can I do? I yank myself out of the hole and lurch at him, moaning fit to scare them to death. They don't hesitate. Each of them competing for the most piercing holler, they scarper out of the house so fast I expect to see scorch marks from the acceleration. I laugh. Seriously, it's the funniest thing I've seen since I died. Maybe I could get to enjoy this.


After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards SF category, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.

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SFR Brigade Showcase: The King's Mistress

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Welcome to another round of The SFR Brigade Showcase! Lots of authors participating this time, so make sure you go to the Brigade blog and hit all the stops.

Today I'm sharing an exclusive excerpt from The King's Mistress. It's a long one too, so you've been warned. I'll put it in context a bit.

At the end of My Name Is A'yen, A'yen learned he's destined to be king. And he's not really okay with it. He's struggling to balance who he is with who he's expected to be. The two aren't easily compatible.

This scene is his arrival in the Hidden, a small habitable planet in the Morrow nebula not far from Baray where escaped Lokmane have built a civilization. A'yen's task is to start building a bridge between the Hidden and the rest of the Lokmane so they can become a united people and keep their coming freedom

 Spring caressed A’yen’s face when he stepped out of the ship and onto free soil. Finally, a place where the slave laws didn’t follow him. Where the majority of residents didn’t even know them.
A hush fell over the crowd. Every set of eyes focused on him. Sucking in a deep breath, he let his gaze roam over the people. His people. More of them in one place than he’d ever seen. And not a single collar anywhere out there.
Many of the men wore long sleeves like Ro. A’yen had purposely chosen to be seen in short sleeves. The established Hidden were important, yes. But not more important than the newly-freed and those who’d escaped after being marked. It was them A’yen fought for.
Quite a few of the men pushed their sleeves up, exposing the ink. Lots of brown, some green. No blue though. A’yen smiled and continued down the ramp.
A murmur moved through the crowd. One word stuck out. Human. Fae pressed into him. He released her hand and slid his left arm around her waist.
The man standing beside Na’var must be Salem. Lifted chin, stiff posture. Like a caged tiger. No wonder Dad was so worried.
A’yen stopped, keeping his gaze level with, and locked on, Salem. Feedback from Ro looped into his mind while Na’var blocked someone else. Tension in the Més too? Great. Ro’s markings would make it worse. So much for hoping this wouldn’t be as bad as he imagined.
Salem stepped forward, right hand extended. “On behalf of the citizens here, I welcome you.”
A’yen shook the offered hand, but didn’t linger. This man draped a sense of darkness around him. The same unease he’d felt the last time with Tala clawed up his throat. Salem could not be trusted. With anything. “Thank you.”
Salem’s gaze moved to Fae. Turned hostile. “And this is?”
“My wife, Farran.”
His eyes narrowed. “I was under the impression that out there she’s nothing more than a mistress. Is that the proper word?”
Scary eerie calm invaded him. One of these days he’d snap again, and it would not end well. But not here, not in front of all these people. Pete’s hand brushed against his back as he moved to stand on A’yen’s right. Another signal to play it calm and collected. “It’s one word for it. Legally, however, she is my wife and has been for three months.”
“Oh. I was informed marriages involving us aren’t permitted on the outside.”
“You’ve been misinformed, I’m afraid. A different word is used, yes, but the results are the same.”
A man about the same age as Salem stepped into view. He wore the clothes of a working man, with scarred hands to match. Brown markings covered his arms, a pattern A’yen had never seen before. “I think you make a charming couple.” He held out his hand. “Sa’nar Jenkins. And it’s all right to laugh. I know it sounds weird.”
Rough skin and a firm grip met A’yen’s as he shook the man’s hand. A human woman held Jenkins’s other hand, and her smile banished some of Salem’s darkness. “I giggle every time someone else says it. I’m Iris, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet both of you.” She poked her husband with her elbow. “What he forgot to mention is, he’s a Regent.”
A’yen clamped down on the inside of his bottom lip to keep his face straight as Sa’nar Jenkins rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No, Iris. I’m a mechanic, married to a smuggler, and I got stuck with a regent’s robe. Big difference.”
Fae relaxed beside him, and he did too. “I totally get it. I’m a cartographer stuck with a crown and she’s an archaeologist.”
Sa’nar turned his attention to Fae. “I look forward to your presentation. Home is something I’ve dreamed of all my life. To finally have it so close…” He took his wife’s hand, squeezed it. “It’s almost too good to be true.”
“I assure you, it’s very true and very real. It’s a beautiful place, and we won’t stop fighting for it.” Fae released her death grip on A’yen’s hand and reached for the regent’s.
When she let go, A’yen bent his head and whispered in her ear. “See, you can do this.”
Her elbow dug into his ribs, though hidden by her body so no one saw it.
He whispered again. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
She turned her face to him, the most angelic smile he’d ever seen contrasting with the glint in her eyes. “I’d like to see you try.”
The heat in her voice kindled heat in his ink. This was what he craved, what he missed, what he needed. What Tala never gave him, and Master excelled at. He glanced at Salem again. Another someone who didn’t understand the power of love.
More introductions were made, and he filed the names and faces away in his memory. Na’var and Ro kept most of the deep reactions away from him. There would be time to deal with the suspicion and distrust later.
Children’s laughter rang around him. Fathers held their little ones. A’yen’s arms ached for his daughter.

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Cover reveal for Keir by Pippa Jay

I am beyond excited to be participating in the cover reveal for the re-issue of Keir by Pippa Jay. Keir was the first SFR I read in 2012, and I fell in love with him on the first page. He's everything I want my hero to be: tragic, wounded, and struggling to find a reason to live.

Isn't it awesome? Yes, Keir is blue.Here's the blurb.

A demon waiting to die...

An outcast reviled for his discolored skin and rumors of black magic, Keirlan de Corizi sees no hope for redemption. Imprisoned beneath the palace that was once his home, the legendary 'Blue Demon of Adalucian' waits for death to finally free him of his curse. But salvation comes in an unexpected guise.

A woman determined to save him.

Able to cross space and time with a wave of her hand, Tarquin Secker has spent eternity on a hopeless quest. Drawn by a compulsion she can't explain, she risks her apparent immortality to save Keir, and offers him sanctuary on her home-world, Lyagnius. But Quin has secrets of her own.

When Keir mistakenly unleashes the dormant alien powers within him and earns exile from Lyagnius, Quin chooses to stand by him. Can he master his newfound abilities in time to save Quin from the darkness that seeks to possess her?

Keir is Book One of the Redemption series and part of the Travellers Universe. Previously released by Lyrical Press Inc. 7th May 2012 and a SFR Galaxy Award for SciFi Romance for Best May-December Romance (2012), Aspen Gold Readers Choice Award 3rd place finalist (2013), Readers' Favorite International Book Award finalist(2012), The Kindle Book Review’s Best Indie Book Awards Nominee for Best SciFi/Fantasy (2013).

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Here's Pippa's bio. (And check out the rest of her stuff! She's got a great variety out right now and is one of my favorite authors, in addition to being a friend.)

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at 
Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).