Update: Earth Girls & Aliens

 Hello!

Sorry I’ve fallen off the grid! I’ve been renovating a house and furiously typing away on my new book, which is with the editor right now. Needless to say, things have been busy at the Cara house.

New book you say?

Not only a new book, (Bambi’s Alien Abduction) but the first in a new series, Earth Girl’s Guide to Surviving an Alien Abduction (cover reveal to come). And yes, I hope you all find it as fun as the title suggests. It's a good, old fashioned alien abduction romance. Girl meets alien. Is horrified, yet aroused. Alien sweeps her off her feet and into captivity...

(Insert wistful sigh)

I will warn you all, outside of vibrating dicks, light tentacle play and spanking...and some egg laying aliens, this new book is pretty vanilla. Or at least my version of vanilla…

What does vanilla taste like again?

Anyways, there’s sprinkles on this vanilla.

The rainbow kind.

Many moon cycles before Monrok Warriors was even a thing, I had outlined a series about three besties, Bambi, Brooklyn, and Brianna, who had been abducted and sold on the alien black market.

Despite the heavy subject line, these books were meant to be wild and fun, but at the time I outlined them I was in an angsty place. Thus, Monrok Warriors and Monrok Masters were born, but the entire time I was writing and outlining those series, Bambi, Brook, and Bri’s stories were poking me, begging to be written.

I’m super excited Bambi’s Alien Abduction is getting polished up and ready for her debut. Keep a look out for the cover reveal and release date in coming weeks!

“Do you understand why you’re being punished, Hannah?”

“Do you understand why you’re being punished, Hannah?”

“Yes,” she clips out, and I hear the petulant rebellion in her voice.

“Do you not think you deserve it?”

“Does it matter?” She looks back at me, her lips in a firm angry line, before turning away. She knows she deserves this. 

“It does matter, little mate. It matters a great deal,” I say softly.

This time when she peers back at me, her face is drawn in contrition a moment before her lips stiffen to a hard line. “Yes,” she bites out. “I know I deserve it.”

At her admission, I bring the switch down. It lights over her with a sharp thwap.

She jerks forward, making a squeak of sound, but bites her lip and moves back into perfect position. Her narrow back long. Her lovely ass presented for reprimand. She may not like that she’s being punished, but she’s accepting it beautifully.

Although I expect and demand her willing submission, for her to grant it to me so freely fills me with unexpected gratification.

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Situs

 The Zapex created us, and they believe they control us. Because of them, I nearly destroyed a human female. I should die for what I have done, but the human harvest has begun. I must live to protect her. She is fragile and broken. It will take two of us to save her from the Zapex and keep her from being claimed by other Monrok.

She will always have me for protection, but nothing more. I may have claimed her, but I will never be the one to truly mate her.

  

Jual

 Our little mate is more resilient than Situs believes. I have promised not to touch to her until she is ready, but other Monrok believe she is free for the taking. She is ours. We may not be able to properly mark her, but we will destroy anyone who threatens to take her from us.

"Turn around and show me your bottom."

Monrok Warriors 2, Keeping Their Human is OUT NOW!! And available on Kindle Unlimited! 

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Excerpt:

“Jual? Are you listening to me?”

She has been babbling, but her words barely registered.

Ignoring her question, I ask, “How did Situs punish you, little mate?”

“Oh…well…” She takes a tentative step back, shifting from foot to foot. “He spanked me.” She brings a hand to her bottom, and I wonder if she is remembering the chastisement. “Then he whipped me with a switch,” she admits in a small voice.

“Did it hurt?”

Her eyes widen, and she gives an emphatic nod, the smell of her fresh arousal weaving around me.

My heart lurches, and my cybernetics work to even it. “Show me.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, her delicate winged brows pulled down in confusion.

“Turn around and show me your bottom.”

She hesitates, and I wonder if she will comply. Myriad conflicting emotions pour off her as she turns, but she does not move to raise or remove her skirt.

In two strides, I am there, ripping her garment at the waist so it falls to her feet.

She cries out and moves to flee, but I grasp her arm, jerking her back into place. My eyes never leave the red stripes across her ass, a strident contrast to her pale skin. My cock throbs at the sight.

It appears Situs marked her in a different way.

I move my fingers over the slightly swollen lines, and she whimpers. But the emotions rolling off her give her away. There is pain and fear, but sharp and poignant is her desire. Taking a breath, I push down on one of the welted lines. She gives a cry, but pain and pleasure roll off her.

I jerk my hand away.

My mind races with questions. Desires of my own. I want to bend her over and see if she is wet with her need. I still remember the way arousal smeared her thighs and she begged for release when we escaped. Although she was drugged, I harbor a hope she will naturally be that greatly in want of us one day.

Could her body be ready to be properly claimed?

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