Maon: Marshal of Tallav
Cailin Briste
Published by: Loose Id
Release date: December 6, 2016
Genres: Adult, Science Fiction, Suspense, Romance
Maon Keefe has always been told
he’s doomed to fail as a husband. He decides never to marry instead focusing on
living life as a player and becoming a capable marshal of Tallav. When he is
shot and the most-wanted criminal he’s escorting escapes, he fears that his
career, his one success in life, is doomed. Assigned to ferret out the cause of
missing shipments for a VIP aristocrat, he meets Selina Shirley CEO of the
House of Shirley. He finds himself inexplicably attracted to her despite her
frumpy appearance. When he meets a hooded and masked, scorching hot Domme,
Lasair, at his friend’s BDSM club, he’s torn between the two women. Both fire
his imagination and call to his submissive nature. Either might be the woman to
change him into successful husband material.
Selina Shirley organizes her life
like she organizes her business, taking control of all aspects of each. She’s
concluded that she must marry to get an heir and that her future husband must
be totally submissive. Mentored by the sector’s most famous sadist, she learns
what it takes to be a proper Domme. Then, hidden behind a hood and mask, as
Lasair, she meets Maon and her instant attraction to his full submission at the
BDSM club leads her to break her own rules and become involved with him. But
he’s also the marshal assigned to investigate thefts at her company. When his
broad streak of protective alpha male comes into play, it obvious he’s not a
24/7 submissive. To stick to her plan to marry the perfect husband, she must
ignore her heart and dump Maon.
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Excerpt:
Space travel held no appeal to
Selina. The CEO of the sector’s leading fashion house, she’d accepted it as the
necessity it was, but she’d be glad to get her feet on solid ground again. Her
nose alone told her she wasn’t there yet. The air filtration system on the Beta
Tau station did a better job than most at removing the metallic tang of C-trol,
the fuel ships ran on in hyperspace that permeated all space stations. A harsh
aftertaste still clung in silvered wisps to the more mundane odors of fried
foods and roasting meats that tempted travelers to part with credits before
heading down world or returning to space. No, she wasn’t there yet.
The strap of the portfolio slung
over her shoulder slipped. A nudge and it was back in place. A trio of
vacationers passed her, their excitement palpable in the pitch and volume of
their voices. They hadn’t noticed Selina, but who would? Hidden inside the
drab, shapeless dress that constituted her armor against amorous attentions,
she was perfectly content to be overlooked. No one would credit the truth. She
was on her way to the Whip Hand to meet the owner and notorious sadist Randolph
Meryon. The drawings she carried in her portfolio were the first installment of
a trade she’d made. He would become her mentor while she explored sexual
domination, and she would design exclusive apparel for his staff.
The underlying frisson of unease
that always attended her in space was sliding up and down her spine. But the
churning in her stomach, while she walked along the companionway from the
private ship docks, wasn’t caused by her fear of space. Her father’s death over
a year ago had cemented a number of things in her mind. One was the need to
acquire a husband. Knowledge that she was on the marriage market would set in
motion the machinations of the aristocratic mamas of Tallav—some because of her
wealth and others for the connection. She wrinkled her nose. Not going that route.
Her Domme lessons with Randolph
were the initial step in a concise plan to find her perfect husband. Emphasis
on her. Implementing that plan was the
root of her anxiety, akin to the strain of her first business negotiation for
the House of Shirley.
A couple, the woman tipping along
in platform heels, were cuddling and cooing while they walked toward Selina.
She averted her face, seeing but not really taking in the concourse bar she was
approaching. Then her gaze met a stranger’s, and for an interminable moment,
his eyes ensnared hers. She blinked, and the spell was broken. His lips moved
in a smirk while he continued to stare at her.
Damn
playboy.
When she yanked her head away, the
oversize art case slipped down her arm, the strap tangling in her long dark
hair. Rather than stop to fix the problem, she kept walking while struggling to
release the strands that were pulling painfully on her scalp. Portfolio back in
position, she sped up.
That man was the exact opposite of
her ideal mate, although he was Tallavan. The string tie he wore made his
Tallavan citizenship a possibility, but the badge clipped to his belt settled
it. He was a Tallavan marshal. Despite his tousled sandy-brown locks that were
made to comb through and pull, he wouldn’t make the cut on her very exacting
list of requirements. Even before he’d smirked at her, it was apparent he was a
player. He’d been sitting still on a bar stool, but swagger oozed from his
pores. His navy-blue eyes were full of a boldness that reached out to her and
offered her more fun than she could imagine.
What
the heck are you thinking, Selina? He’s a snack and nothing more.
Shane: Marshal of Tallav
Cailin Briste
Published by: Loose Id
Publication date: May 31, 2016
Genres: Adult, Science Fiction, Suspense, Romance
Shane Tiernan, the Beast of Tallavan aristocratic society,
needs relief from the matriarchal rules that are destroying his life. His hope
lies in a female submissive, newly graduated from a top sex school. From her
resume, she seems perfect. Profile and real life collide when he arrives to
collect her. He’s stunned when he spots her vaulting over a bar and snatching
up an ice chipper to defend herself against the giant who is chasing her. Her
combination of warrior spirit and long-limbed curves fires his Dom imagination
and the desire to bind her in his rope and have her under his complete control.
Adrianna Pacquin is sexually submissive, but don’t cross her
outside the bedroom. She’s escaped the crime lord who plans to marry her once
before. When it becomes clear he’s still after her, she doesn’t intend to get
caught. A fortuitous decision to accept the contract of Tallavan Marshal Shane
Tiernan promises safety until an attempt to murder him sets the pair on an
investigation that will require complete trust in one another. With danger
stalking their every step, the secrets they both hide could implode their
blooming relationship and leave them exposed to their relentless foe.
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Author Bio:
Cailin has been writing fiction for
five years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been
published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of
Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter,
and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.
Cailin likes to flip convention on
its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what
ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet where the women are
not Dommes in the strictest sense but certainly have the attitude down pat? How
would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic
senses? Cailin throws her characters into these settings, heroes and heroines
whose kink is a major defining attribute of their personality.
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