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Blurb:
The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.
Kane
Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien
invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered
job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred
for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of
renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need.
Princess
Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home
planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to
hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As
Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the
princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she
wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps.
This space-opera romance
contains male/male sex scenes, girl-on-girl action,
group sex and some good old-fashioned voyeurism.
Excerpt:
It took more than an hour but they finally found a house
safe enough to enter without the fear it would crumble around them. Although
the modest brownstone leaned precariously on its side, it would do for the
night.
Kane entered, kicking the debris out of his way, Anna’s limp
hand planted firmly in his. The smell of mildew and decay overrode his senses.
The dirt that caked the furniture told of its abandonment. Dust wafted through
the air, stirring with each step they took. Her dainty hand that covered her
nose and mouth did nothing to keep it from settling in her lungs. Anna coughed
as he led her through to the living room.
“Here, sit down. I’m going to check the kitchen for food and
bottled water.” He let her go, settling her in front of a loveseat, the only
piece of furniture in the room that didn’t look as if it would break apart
under her pregnant weight. “Don’t go anywhere.” He didn’t want her exploring
before he could make sure the structure was safe.
He propped the two knapsacks next to her. His jangled and
clanked as he set it down. Hers made a soft rustling noise. As alien bombs had
rained from the sky and life as they knew was no more, he had grabbed supplies
and tools needed for survival, while she had wasted precious time taking pictures
out of frames and photo albums.
Anna’s warm smile was meant only for him as she eased onto
the dirty loveseat, pulling the knapsacks closer to her. “You can't get rid of
me that easily.”
He couldn’t help but return her smile. This was why he loved
her. Even in this, she still had her sense of humor.
He strode purposely through the double swinging kitchen
doors and headed straight to the cabinets. He wanted to let out a frustrated
scream as he flung open each one. Empty. Every cabinet he opened, empty. He
frantically scanned the room, locking on what he sought.
The pantry.
He made it to the door and swung it open. Empty.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
His knees buckled underneath his weight. He grabbed the
doorframe with a shaky grip. Anna needed to eat. She was already too weak to go
on.
His mind raced as perspiration formed across his brow.
Calm the fuck down.
He needed to stay in control or they were sure to die.
How long since she
last ate? Last night? What about water? This morning? Or was it yesterday
morning? Shit.
He gripped the doorframe harder. There was something about
the rule of three. What was it? Humans can live for three weeks without food,
three days without water and three minutes without air. Past three and you’re
dead. What about pregnant women?
Whiz, boom! A
high-pitched screeching cut through the air outside.
The house shook and rumbled as it was hit. Kane watched in
slow motion as the appliances on the countertop jostled and fell over. Seconds
slowly ticked by as a glass coffeepot hit the floor, shattering into a million
pieces on impact. A large mixer bowl fell to its side and rolled across the
countertop. Kane’s heart stopped.
They’re here.
Bio:
A. M. Griffin is a wife who
rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter,
sister, aunt and friend. She's a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are
reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to
historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the
unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas,
angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
For more information please visit
www.amgriffinbooks.com
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