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HE'S NEVER MET ANYONE WHO MADE HIM PURR...
Starship pilot Dax never encountered a woman he wanted badly enough. Until he met Ava Karon...
AND HE'LL NEVER GIVE HIS BODY WITHOUT GIVING HIS HEART...
Dax is happy to take Ava back to her home planet, until he finds out she's returning to an old boyfriend...
As their journey together turns into a quest neither expected, Ava would give herself to Dax in a heartbeat. Except he doesn't know the first thing about seducing a woman...
That's the blurb on the back of the book. Here's something a little juicier. I had to clean it up a little bit for blog purposes, but you get the idea.
Dax had no idea how long he’d sat there drinking in the sight of Ava’s amazing eyes until Waroun spoke up. “Well, would you look at that,” he said with a chuckle. “I think the Great Virgin is finally hooked.”
With a little more provocation, Dax would have been sorely tempted to kill the Norludian as Ava, the spell now broken, spun around to face Waroun. “What?”
“Look at him! And listen… he’s—oh my God, he’s freakin’ purring!”
“I am not!” Dax insisted, but even he could hear the vibration in his voice.
“You are too!” Waroun shot back with a crow of laughter. “I can’t believe it!”
Dax could believe it because whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was happening again. He’d just gotten a whiff of her scent before Waroun had to go and ruin everything by distracting her.
Well, maybe he hadn’t ruined everything. Perhaps it was for the best…
“Too bad he always wears those baggy trousers,” Waroun went on. “With tighter pants, we could tell if his--”
Dax felt his face getting hot and noticed that Ava was blushing as well. “Shut up, Waroun,” he growled.
Waroun held up a hand in protest. “I only speak the truth: When a Zetithian purrs, it usually means something sexual.” In an aside to Ava, he added, “Just thought you should know that.” At this point Dax was ready to throttle Waroun, but short of actual murder, there was no stopping him. “Now, if you smell right to him, he will become...aroused. I’d love to know if it’s finally happened.” Sampling another berry, he chewed it thoughtfully before adding, “Not sure it ever has.”
Ava was stunned speechless, but Quinn came to everyone’s rescue by choking on one of his crackers.
Teke got to his feet and thumped the Drell on the back, which sent the bit of cracker flying across the table to land by Ava’s plate. “Perhaps this isn’t the best topic for our first meal together,” he said with a weak smile.
“Yes,” Diokut agreed. “We should know each other better before discussing sexual matters at breakfast.”
“Not sure we’ll ever know each other that well.” Ava flicked the cracker crumb away. “But I suppose discussing the weather is out of the question.”
Quinn was breathing easily again, so Teke sat back down and picked up his spoon. “On our world, such things are more private," he said with a remonstrative glance at Waroun.
“Not on my world,” Waroun said gaily. “We talk about sex all the time… Matter-of-fact, it’s just about the only thing we do talk about. The weather is always pretty much the same.”
"Always raining or always dry?" Ava asked.
Waroun considered this for a moment. “Well, I guess it does change a little. But since it rains almost every day, it’s pretty boring. The only thing to discuss is when it starts and stops and you can tell that by looking out a window. Sex, on the other hand, is endlessly fascinating.”
Something in the way he said it must have struck Ava as being hysterically funny, for she let out a peal of laughter that almost had Dax purring again. He was beginning to consider taking all of his meals in his ready room when, thankfully, Teke attempted to redirect the conversation.
“So, Ava,” he began. “Is that your full name?”
“No.” Her flippy blond hair swayed back and forth as she shook her head. “It’s Avondia Karon.”
“Lovely name,” Teke said with a nod of approval. “Has a nice ring to it.”
“The last name is French—at least, the pronunciation is French,” she said, frowning. “Not sure about Avondia.”
“Better than his name.” Waroun snickered with a quick nod toward Dax. “Daxtronian Vandilorsk. Sounds like a fatal disease, doesn’t it?”
“It’s a perfectly good Zetithian name,” Ava said. “I’ve heard a few others. They all sound like that.”
“Yes, but would you be willing to tack it on to the end of your name?”
As suggestions went, it wasn’t very subtle. Waroun was beginning to sound like Jack—goading Dax into liaisons with women he didn’t want. Unfortunately, this was the one woman he really did want…
“Ava Vandilorsk,” she said, trying it out. “It wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Too many Vs,” Waroun said. “Lots of species can’t make the V sound.” With another snicker, he added, “You’d be Awa Wandilorsk half the time.”
Dax was about to say it was a moot point since Ava would never be faced with such a dilemma, but something told him he was better off keeping his mouth shut. Her next comment proved it.
“I could live with that,” she said with a shrug. “I’ve heard a lot worse.”
With that, she went back to eating her breakfast. Dax was already finished with his—partly because he hadn’t needed to chew it, but also because the warm, creamy texture had kept him going, thinking that she would feel like that in his mouth if he ever--oh, God. Wincing as he realized that not only was Waroun trying to fix him up with Ava, but Kots was doing his best as well: making her drink water that made her glow and giving her clothes that matched her eyes—not to mention giving him Sholerian cream for breakfast. It was a conspiracy against him. Or for him—he wasn’t sure which—but he disliked being manipulated above all things.
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