Let's be sociable!        

She isn’t looking for love, but a determined playboy alien has other ideas!

Year after year, Jath has watched his friends find mates and start families. Now he alone is unmated.

He yearns for what they have: a mate who’ll scream and hurl his clothing down the mountainside, and children who’ll bite and clash horns. But although many females visit his cave, none stay.

Then she arrives, greasy and exhausted, tottering off a grotesque, barely-functional interstellar freighter: Dr. Orana Pasol, a human researcher intent on studying his people. 

One touch, and he knows she’s his mate. 

One stolen kiss, and he knows he can’t live without her.

But she knows nothing of the ways of mating, and only wants to do her research. Males are fun, she tells him, but they can’t be trusted. The last thing she wants is to settle down with one and churn out babies, with or without horns!

“Pretend she’s a wild animal,” advises his friend. “Give her food, and see if she’ll let you touch her.” So he does, but the more he courts her, the faster she runs. And there’s no time to waste: when her research ends, she’ll leave his planet forever!

How can he win the heart of a female from another star system before it’s too late?

Perhaps it’s time for drastic measures …


Jath, the latest volume in the Fated Mates of the Theil series, is now available for preorder on Amazon. It will go live November 15 and be on Kindle Unlimited, at least for awhile.

Amazon US:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09JS65953

Amazon CAN:  https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B09JS65953

Amazon UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09JS65953

Amazon AUS  https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B09JS65953

I should write something bubbly here, maybe something that’ll explain why so many sci-fi romance heroes run around on book covers with their shirts off. And the decapitations. Dear lord, why do so many of them have their heads (or the tops of their heads) cut off?

Well, Jath has his head, at least. All the better leer at you with … 😆

As noted in the author’s note for Jath’s story, the last few years have been “interesting” for many of us. 

I began writing The Commander’s Warrior Mate at my husband’s bedside in early 2019, when he had a surprise illness and a three week stay in hospital/rehab. Immersing myself in Jess and Pryce’s world was a welcome distraction. Thankfully, as the weeks and months passed, my husband learned to walk and speak again. He got home just in time to teach our son how to shave.

Then came the pandemic and lockdown. Our son attended classes remotely, from our dining room table, while I worked on Lem on the opposite side of the room. We both turned the situation into an adventure, becoming ad hoc bird experts (“Isn’t that a yellow-breasted sky screamer?”) and consuming copious amounts of hot chocolate. One day I piled chairs and other furniture in the path to the table, to simulate hitting traffic on the way to school.

I began Jath during this period as well, while wearing ear plugs to block out the shrieks of a few of my son’s teachers. (It didn’t work, possibly because the teachers did whatever they had to in order to grab students’ attention. When one is desperate, evidently yelling is a viable tool.)

The summer brought a lovely reprieve in which the house was once again full of loud, video game-playing teenagers who’d mow through our kitchen like a horde of locusts. When I needed advice on weaponry, wildlife, or wounds, they were eager to help.

Now my son is back to in-person school and I’m delving into Kaub and Jaana’s story. There’s a push and pull between Kaub, an emotionally repressed Theil male, and Jaana, a human researcher who’s quite happy with her life sans males. Things are getting deliciously messy.

I’m grateful to be here, spinning out tales of love, laughter, and chaos.

Thank you for coming along on the journey with me. May your days be filled with joy and laughter.


 

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