Meet BAD KITTY and her two bad boys
Bad Kitty
Chronicles of the Malcolm
by
Teresa Noelle Roberts
(@TeresNoeRoberts)
BLURB:
When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot
of heat.
Most of cat-girl Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank
the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.
The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding from
assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord,
Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.
Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female
never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall
hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.
Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter
of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down.
Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious
arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and
Xia’s seduction.
When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting
back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist.
Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.
Warning: Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a
badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman.
Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules.
Series Blurb:
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien
races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast
preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things
remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient
species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.
Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping
things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and
they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their
own dark pasts.
It’s the perfect time to fall in love!
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien
races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast
preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things
remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient
species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.
Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping
things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and
they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their
own dark pasts.
It’s the perfect time to fall in love!
Plot Excerpt:
We learn why our heroine’s the way she is...
Fourteen Standard
Years Ago, An Alley on Lysander
Xia licked her bloodied right claws with a small, slightly
bristled pink tongue, then made a face. Nastynastynasty nasty. Not only was he a bad man, like her trainer Olo told her, a
man who liked to hurt little girls like her (and most little girls on Lysander
didn’t have claws and fangs to defend themselves like she did, or Olo to teach
them how to do it), he’d been taking some drug that made his blood taste icky.
She’d tasted human blood before. It was surprisingly tasty, no worse than blood
from prey. But this man’s blood was bitter. She had a feeling that if she had
more than that tiny taste, she’d end up getting sick.
She might just get sick anyway. All the blood. This
driftdwell wasn’t her first kill, but he was her first human target, the
closest yet to her own species. The Delebrian hadn’t bled nearly this much.
Besides, he had scales, so she could pretend he was just a snake, ordinary
prey. He’d even tasted a bit like one when she’d cleaned the blood off her
claws and hands. The Blemondian’s blood had been green, so it didn’t seem like
blood she had to think much about. He was prey, like the gingoids she caught in
the alleys when Olo hadn’t given her enough to eat. Human blood was red,
though, just like a felinoid’s. Like hers. No way she could pretend this prey wasn’t
a sentient like her, even if he was a terrible person who hurt other kids. (And
probably did a lot of other bad things too, if someone hired Olo and his team
to get rid of him.)
Besides, this blood wasn’t all from the target.
Olo had said to let him get close, do whatever she had to do
to lure him. Just like the other times, only this one had been on his guard, so
she had to let him touch her. Do things to her. He’d said sickly sweet things
to her while he touched her, but hurt her worse than Olo and the others ever
had when they were trying to make her strong. They’d only hurt her on the
outside, but this was inside and it hurt a lot.
Xia thought she might cry. But tough felinoids didn’t cry.
She was seven. Nearly a grown-up, they told her, although she was still awfully
small compared to Olo and the other adults. But Olo was big even for a Furagi,
and she was a felinoid. It had been so long since she’d seen an adult of her
species that she couldn’t remember how tall they got, but people said they were
on the small side. So she was almost a grown-up, and grown-ups didn’t cry.
X-cerpt:
All too soon, Rahal pulled back from the kiss and moved his
hand from Cal’s aching cock to Cal’s cheek. “Look at me, Viking. I bet those
blue eyes go all stormy the more excited you get. I want to see that.”
Cal gulped and obeyed.
Rahal began to stroke his cock again, the same lazy,
delicious rhythm as he thrust into Xia.
Xia mewled something. It might have been words or just a
nonsensical cry of pleasure, but Cal couldn’t focus on the actual syllables,
just the lilting music of her voice blending with Rahal’s growl-purr and the
rush of his own blood to create an intense erotic tapestry of sound. His balls
pulled closer to his body and his body stretched taut, preparing to explode.
Xia made a sad little noise as if she knew she was about to be
cheated and Cal bit his lip hard in an effort to pull back from the brink.
Rahal finished one last long, luxurious caress, then shoved
gently at Cal’s chest. “Your come has a prior engagement. Otherwise I’d stroke
you until you blasted where my cock and Xia’s cunt meet.”
The bluntly erotic words didn’t exactly help Cal get a grip
on his sanity. But they did propel him back to Xia. “Need you,” he managed to
say.
“Of course you do.” She still sounded chirpy, even though
her body quaked from Rahal’s thrusts, faster and harder now, lifting her off
the cushions with their intensity.
Then she took him in. Her eyes rolled back into her head as
if she was overwhelmed by pleasure. He wanted to do the same but for a few
seconds he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch his cock
plunge into that hot, eager mouth, watch the movements of her hands that were
maybe half the size of Rahal’s, but, oh stars, just as skilled in their own
way.
“Yum,” she sputtered, his cock halfway into her mouth, one
hand on his balls, the other circling his shaft. “Even better than I imagined.”
At least that was what he knew she must have said. It was all a cock-muffled
blur and at that point Cal couldn’t think of anything he’d rather hear, except
the chorus of cries and moans they’d all produce when they came.
At this moment, Cal would testify that nothing in the
cosmos—not the Horseshoe Nebula, not the ten-kilometer-high Falls of Laskar,
not the Sea of Miltas under the light of four full moons—was more beautiful
than Xia’s lovely mouth stretched and distorted as she sucked his dick. Nothing
more beautiful than Xia’s body joining with Rahal’s. He wanted to keep
watching, keep seeing the lush, crazy-lovely spectacle. That talented, slightly
raspy tongue and the occasional hint of those sharp fangs created sensations
unlike anything he’d experienced before. He’d enjoyed plenty of blow jobs in
his life, and they’d all been good—face it, even awkward oral sex from an
inexperienced lover had its merits—but this was remarkable.
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Author bio:
Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in
kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica,
she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and
BDSM-spiced contemporaries were her favorites until she realized science-fiction
romances offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love
that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different species!
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