Maon: Marshal of Tallav
Cailin Briste
(Sons of Tallav #2)
Published by: Loose Id
Publication 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:
Maon fiddled with the glass in his hand. From his perch at the end
of the space-station bar where he sat waiting for Shane to meet him, he could
observe everyone entering the companionway from the private ship docks on this
side of the station. The usual eye candy passed him, rushing to explore as much
as they could of the pleasures that awaited them on Beta Tau. Shane was due in
on the Adrasteia. Maon didn’t envy Shane much, but the Adrasteia was one sweet
little craft.
“Refill?” asked the bartender.
“Yeah. But no alcohol. Something fruity.”
When the bartender returned with his drink, Maon noticed a
Tallavan woman heading his way. He should know her name, but it wasn’t coming
to him. Definitely a prude. Wearing some misshapen, baggy sack of a dress. Nice
legs, but they’d look better in heels rather than the flats she wore. Shirley.
That’s who she was. He’d heard something about her taking over her mother’s
fashion house. If that was her sense of style, they’d be out of business soon.
He eyed her when she passed him, and their gazes met for a moment.
He acknowledged her with a smirk. The portfolio she carried slipped, and she
struggled to keep it from falling, her long sable hair snagging in the strap.
Her head remained down while she swept from view. Maon chuckled.
“Are you harassing passersby again?”
“Shane!” Maon stood and grasped his friend’s outstretched hand. “I
can’t help being devastatingly good-looking. The bane of my existence. Females
dropping at my feet.”
“Some bane. You up for fun?” Shane focused on the people walking
past the open bar. “Randolph told me he’s got the subs I need and plans for
you. You’re not gonna let him put you in predicament bondage again?” He
centered his bright blue gaze on Maon, one eyebrow arched.
Maon grinned. “He tries. Never wins. I’m made of steel.”
“But with brains of mush.”
“You’re jealous.” Maon winked at a pretty girl passing by, letting
his tousled good looks and crooked smile work their magic. One thing Beta Tau
had in abundance—women, all shapes and sizes ready to have fun. And he was here
to make their dreams come true.
Shane glanced at Maon and looked away in disdain. “What? Jealous!
You get one girl as a prize. I’ve already got eight waiting on me.”
“What do you do with them? Tie ’em up.” Maon shook his head and
paid the bartender. Both men headed toward the lift to take them to the shuttle
docks. Shane seemed, as usual, oblivious to the undisguised interest the two
handsome Tallavan marshals received while they strode down the companionway.
Maon noticed, enjoying the attention, a slight exaggeration to his swagger while
he winked and appreciated the varied reactions to his flirting. Yes, this trip
was what he needed after a long stint of ferrying prisoners around the sector.
Having the owner of the top kink club on Beta Tau as one of your
best friends was a definite benefit. The twins Randolph had offered as prizes
on Maon’s last vacation had fueled his fantasy life for months, fantasies Maon
had amped up by adding in a hot Domme to put the girls through their paces.
Randolph never set him up with a Domme. The prizes for winning Randolph’s
challenges were always subs. Not that many Dommes were willing to offer a
session as a prize. Randolph said he’d never found the right one for Maon.
Maybe this time.
Maon’s one slim thread of hope for a long-term relationship was to
find a Domme who could accept him as the switch he was and keep him in line. He
didn’t know which was harder, but combined, his requirements made that thread
whisper thin. Which was why he’d stopped worrying about it. If you can’t have
apple cobbler, eat the peach pie. He was dedicated to peach pie.
Shane interrupted Maon’s reverie. “You don’t have to accept
Randolph’s challenges. They’re only going to get worse. He’s a sadist. He likes
rigging you up and seeing you suffer. One of you has to say it’s time to stop.”
Maon pressed his lips together. “That won’t be me. He knows I
won’t step back, so he’ll have to be the one to call it quits. Talk to him. Not
me.”
“Hell. You—”
“No. He hasn’t done me permanent damage, and he won’t. Drop it.
We’re here to have fun, not fight.”
Shane sighed, nodding. “I am going to talk to him.”
“Good luck with that.”
Both men showed their badges to bypass the entry control line and
obtain shuttle passes. The attendant directed them to the last two open seats
at the back of the shuttle. It wasn’t until Maon neared the last row that he
noticed the Tallavan frump he’d spotted from the bar. Up close, she was quite
pretty. Why the hell was she hiding in those awful clothes? He winked and
flashed his panty-melting half smile and waited for her reaction. She focused
her gaze on her lap, pretending to ignore him, but Maon could tell she was
affected because of the muscle that twitched in her jaw. He annoyed her. Time
to stop then. He didn’t like making women angry. He slid into the window seat and
dropped her from his mind.
Shane: Marshal of Tallav
Cailin Briste
(Sons of Tallav #1)
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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