Martian Mating – Book One
Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.
Captain California Sykes’ memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?
Genre: Military, paranormal romance, interracial, sci fi, futuristic, space opera
Heat level: 4
Word count – 30k
Cover art by Fiona Jayde
“Is your weapon charged?”
She turned to see him on his feet, teetering, but standing. “Yes.”
He grabbed her arms, heat from his hands searing through her jumpsuit.
Positioning her behind a support column, he pressed against her, their bodies’ curves and valleys matching perfectly in a way she remembered only too well. His gaze searched hers. “Are you sure you’re with me on this? You can still plead your innocence and catch your flight.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She cupped his cheek, and he clamped his mouth over hers, kissing hard, drilling her head into the back of the column. She willingly submitted to the assault. His mouth sliding over hers was dizzying. Heat flushed up her core, her nipples sprang to attention, and she grasped the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She’d waited so long for this. Too long. A brief taste of his spicy warmth wouldn’t satisfy.
Sykes moaned into her mouth, digging his hands into her hair to fit their mouths tighter. She opened and his tongue delved deep between her lips. Lower, he rubbed his hot thickness against her thigh once, twice, before breaking the kiss and caressing her lips with his fingers as he stepped away. His breathing came out rough, heavy. “Then, stay here, and fire at anything that comes through the door.”
She sank to a squat on rubbery legs, took up position and flicked her phaser on “kill.” Still breathing hard, she willed herself not to look at him. She couldn’t afford the distraction of her desire. “Cal? Tell me you have a plan to get us out of here.” Please, please, please, have a plan.
He made no reply.
Reassurance she wasn’t going to die would have been nice.
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.