Enter the world of the Forbidden, if you dare.
The Gothe'maran are a harsh warrior people. When they collide with the men and women of Earth and are met with resistance, a war begins that will change the face of both civilizations. Passions collide with tradition and a new way of life must be forged or both peoples will lose the best parts of themselves. Both sides must learn that love is a force stronger than even the staunchest warrior, and sometimes the heart takes you places you never thought you'd be.
Publisher's Note: Forbidden (Collection) includes the previously released E-book Novellas Forbidden, Forbidden 2: Neighborhood Watch, Forbidden 3: Sleeping With the Enemy, Forbidden 4: New Beginnings.
Praise for Forbidden
"This intoxicating book contains an extraordinary love story that will capture the heart of the reader right from the beginning."
-- Frauke, Mon Boudoir
"Ms. Karland does a wonderful job of drawing you into the story. She keeps your attention throughout with the plotline, the paranormal element and the big surprise she throws in along the way. I must say I for one am looking forward to what use she will put her imagination to in the future and would thus, like to recommend Ms. Karland's Forbidden to those of you who like erotic science fiction romance."
-- RogueStorm, Fallen Angel Reviews
Praise for Neighborhood Watch
"With a touch of voyeurism thrown in to get things rolling, so to speak, Marteeka Karland has set up the perfect atmosphere for these three lovers to finally consummate their long overdue relationship. For those readers who are in the mood for a different kind of erotic romance, [this] is exactly the right book to quench that thirst."
-- Courtney Michelle, Romance Reviews Today
"Spicy and intriguing as three strong willed people fight their attraction for each other. I loved how Ms. Karland created a world where the differences between Earth and Gothe'mar are outweighed by the similarities. I cannot wait to read more from this world."
-- Barb Hicks, Sensual Romance
Praise for Sleeping With the Enemy
"It was tightly plotted… and the characterizations of Akahana and Taber were extremely well drawn."
4 Angels! -- Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews
"If you like action, sex, and different cultures trying to come to an understanding with one another after a fierce war, you should enjoy Sleeping With the Enemy."
4 Crowns! -- Scarlet, Realms of Love
Praise for New Beginnings
"This is definitely erotica with a science fiction twist. The story moves along at a fast pace, and the characters... are very realistic, each with their own desires and emotional conflicts. I'm giving this story five angels based on the erotic scenes alone -- you and your significant other will really enjoy reading this book together!"
-- Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Ms. Karland has the ability to weave the fabric of three lives together in a way that is utterly enthralling. Forbidden 4: New Beginnings is sure to give other readers as much reading pleasure as it did me."
4 Cups! -- Susan White, Coffeetime Romance Reviews
"Besides being a sexy as hell story, it also had an element of love that made my heart go pitter-patter. I found Marteeka Karland to be a very inventive writer, with a seriously great imagination, that definitely made me fan."
4 Stars! -- Stacey Landers, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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An Authorized Excerpt
Holding the blood-soaked body of her baby, Anna screamed. Her living room was now a bloodbath. Her husband's body had already been disintegrated, but the bastards who had so viciously murdered both males had yet to do the same with the body of her son. But they were now advancing on her. They'd get rid of the little boy without wasting any effort.
They were the Gothe'maran. Other worlders with the features of humans but a vicious killing streak no dictator on earth, past or present, could ever hope to match.
Part of her mind was conscious of the three men deciding her fate. They would find out that she was incapable of having more children, that they couldn't use her as breeding stock, and they would kill her. Perhaps that would be for the best. She didn't think she could stomach being part of the deplorable process that would bring such monsters into the universe -- her mind and body couldn't survive being brutally raped day after day until she became pregnant only to have the baby taken as soon as it was born.
She'd never even had time to draw her weapon, and her first instinct had been to help the two most important people in her life, not to kill their attackers. Now her main focus was her infant son. Perhaps she should have felt more for her husband, and she was sure she would later, but now she was lost in a mother's grief.
Then, just beyond the three hulking monsters, in her front yard, another man approached through the haze of the smoke-filled air. He wore the uniform of the Gothe'maran, and she thought he was even taller than the giant soldiers before her, but his features, save the midnight hair escaping his helmet, were obscured in the distance. Her gaze froze on his approaching form.
Silently, she pleaded for his aid.
The first warrior reached her and yanked her to her feet by her hair, breaking her rapt gaze. Suddenly everything in her screamed at her to fight. Where before there had been a willingness, if not an eagerness, to just get it over with, to surrender to their sadistic handling until she finally succumbed to the arms of death, now she was taken over by an all encompassing need to fight. If she was meant to die, she'd take a few of the bastards with her.
Her gentleness in laying down the tiny body belied her true feelings. Anna didn't just feel the need to defend herself, she wanted to kill. She wanted to do to these bastards what they had done to her family. Never thinking herself capable of killing, no matter how essential, she now drew her weapon and fired into the belly of the assailant holding her up on tiptoe by her hair. Blood splattered from his back, bathing his companions in the black, almost gelatinous substance. She quickly turned to the next-closest attacker and tried to fire, only to find her gun wouldn't discharge a second time. The Gothies had now drawn weapons, and she knew she only had seconds to live.
Glancing behind the warriors, she saw the newcomer within arm's length of them. Without a word, he reached around one man's neck and gave a sharp twist. The crack of snapping vertebrae seemed deafening, and the last Gothie turned to face the newcomer.
The look of surprise and indecision on the monstrous face of her attacker was unexpected. The Gothe'maran were infamous not only for their brutality, but for their extreme control over their emotions during battle. Nothing caused a Gothie to show weakness.
Before the last soldier could decide whether or not to shoot his comrade, a smoldering hole appeared in the exact center of his chest. He gave a howl of rage that turned to extreme agony. The hole grew wider and acrid smoke rose from the wound as it crept toward his throat and lower abdomen. Ash fell from his body as it was consumed by the strange weapon. The stench of burning flesh was almost overwhelming.
The man who had just saved her life stood looking at her with harsh, black eyes. As usual for one of his race, those black eyes gave away nothing of what he was feeling.
Had he not been what he was she might have found him handsome in a darkly masculine way. His face held harsh angles from his straight nose to his chiseled cheekbones and almost square chin. A pale scar ran vertically from just above his left eye, slightly off center down the length of his face. But instead of detracting from his handsomeness, it only enhanced his special brand of dangerous, manly beauty.
He took a step toward her, reaching out with one hand. She retreated two steps, raising her presumably useless gun with unsteady hands. She knew she needed to pull the trigger, knowing that doing so -- if the damned thing fired -- could mean the difference between life and a miserable death. But that same instinct to fire on her would-be killer insisted she not shoot the man before her.
She felt drawn to him. Something inside her wanted to reach out to this man. The man whose people had just slaughtered tens of thousands of her own in a single afternoon, including the two most precious in the world to her. Self-loathing permeated her mind. And shame.
She gripped the gun more firmly and tried to take aim at him, only to warn him off. This man was important to her. She needed him. He needed her. She knew he needed her as surely as she knew she needed to breathe. Confused, she looked away, and her gaze fell to the body of her son. Alex. Oh, my precious Alex!
Grief overtook her once again, and she staggered to his tiny, lifeless body. As she took him in her arms and cried into his little neck, she felt a stillness come over her. Her crying slowed somewhat. This was a terrible tragedy, something that never should have happened and there would be hell to pay for it, but she would survive. She would survive because the man before her would have it no other way. She couldn't help her husband or her son now, but she could help him.
She looked back at him in astonishment. Those feelings were his, not hers. What the hell was going on?
He took a tentative step toward her again just as the medallion on his collar beeped. He pressed it to his throat as he spoke in his own language.
The conversation lasted less than a minute. When he finished he looked at her once more. "I'll find you again," he said slowly, his harsh accent very thick. Then he was gone. But so was the body of her son. Taken right from her arms.
"No," Anna whispered. Then in a gut-wrenching wail, "NO!" She fell to her knees and wept bitterly until she embraced an exhausted sleep.
Sleep was no comfort though. Her dreams were filled with her husband and baby's screams. Several times she woke from her resting place on the floor where her family had perished. Several times she cried herself back to sleep, unable to move from the only place she could feel close to them. She didn't even have bodies to bury. No way to find closure.
It was only later, when she had managed to move deeper into relatively safe UWA territory, she learned the man who had saved her life was the general in command of the forces trying to conquer what was left of the United States of America and the United World Army. He was General Kahn Mak'un. Also known as Kahn the Merciless.