Thrill-Kinky is up for pre-order! Plus…celebratory excerpt

Not long ago, I showed off my cover for my science fiction romance Thrill-Kinky, a book so new it wasn’t even up on the publisher’s website yet, let alone on any of the usual retailers. I’m delighted to say that’s been rectified. The book won’t be available until May 12, but buy it now while you’re thinking of it. Then, if you’re anything like me, you’ll get a lovely surprise on May 12, when a new book wafts onto your ereader. To celebrate, I’m giving you a brief teaser excerpt.

This post is part of the March Science Fiction Romance Brigade Showcase. Please stop by, click the links, and show the other participants some love. Not all the posts will be live yet, as the Showcase “officially” runs March 6,7 & 8.

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Thrill-Kinky
Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1

Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken, except the first one to let go wins.

Humans may have expanded to the stars, but they still have the annoying need to work for a living. Which is why Rita, crew member of the space freighter Malcolm, is stuck collecting recyclable slag rather than attending her favorite festival celebrating love and sexuality.

Things go from boring to interesting when she discovers a badly injured man who’s been thrown into a recycling bin to die. The catch, he’s gorgeous, winged, and naked.

Drax Jalricki, reformed (mostly) art thief and reluctant covert operative, is on an undercover mission to protect three planets when someone in his own government brands him a traitor. By virtue of association, Rita and her crew are going down with him.

From their first, hide-in-plain-sight quickie, the erotic spark between Rita and Drax is fueled by danger and adrenaline. But their growing suspicion that there’s more to their connection than lust may not matter if they don’t live through the night.

Warning: Hero and heroine who straddle the line of criminal behavior—and definitely violate public indecency statutes. Exhibitionist, dangerous sex. Dark, sordid pasts. Wild risk-taking. Giggly cat-girl sidekick who’s not just another pretty…tail. And the greatest risk of all: true love.

Excerpt:

What a delightful way to spend a holiday on the exotic planet of San’bal Prime—collecting garbage. Rita Anteres couldn’t imagine anything more thrilling. All right, she could imagine a number of more thrilling things, including recharging the fuel cells of the Malcolm, the small independent freighter whose mechanic, backup pilot and general space-grunt she was. At least there would be natives of San’bal to meet at the recharge center, maybe some local snack food she could try. And failing that, at least she could read a book while she was waiting.

The “collecting garbage” wasn’t as bad as it sounded in her grumpy mental soundtrack. The Malcolm had gotten a lucrative contract hauling industrial slag from San’bal Prime to Blemond. Rita wasn’t clear on the actual process, but San’bal’s waste product was a key component in a new kind of neurorelay they were developing on Blemond.

Boring though it was, Rita was all for highly paid, legal jobs. For that matter, she was all for a new kind of neurorelay. Maybe the competition would drop the price enough that she and the rest of the crew could afford them instead of relying on old-school com-pads. Only Mik and Gan had neurorelays, and her captain and his husband had early models that sometimes caused migraines.

But she’d drawn the short straw and she was out with the floater collecting bins of slag while everyone else from the crew was celebrating Kenu Aram, the local “celebration of the gods’ gift of love and desire”, in the ways you’d expect. Gan and Mik planned to check out the shows, eat whatever wasn’t still wriggling when it hit the plate, then shag each other’s brains out. (As long as they didn’t encounter anything that smacked of a child being hurt. Her boss had a highly developed sense of outrage, and Gan just liked to smack down bullies.) Xia was looking for a chance to get laid or, failing that, to cause some amusing trouble or pick the pockets of distracted lovers. (And then buy them presents with their own credit chits, because that was what felinoids did when they stole, and head back to the ship to have a drink with Buck.) Buck was getting drunk, which was pretty much the way he celebrated every day he woke up and no one was shooting at him. For that matter, he drank on days someone shot at him, though fortunately that didn’t happen much. A low-level buzz, he said, helped keep the horrors away. When you were a broke veteran of the losing side of a war, it wasn’t easy to get a better treatment than that.

Poor Buck—the wonderful, crazy big brother she and Xia never knew they had until they signed on to the Malcolm.

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