Five interstellar warriors clash with heroines who don’t back down from anything -- especially love.
Roarke’s Prisoner: Starship captain Elise Morrell remembers the eager animal submission she once knew at Captain Michael Roarke’s ruthless hands. She’s determined not to become his toy again…
Stranded: Hawke’s been alone in the alien “Goldfish Bowl” for far too long. When Alex lands in his arms, they both realize they can fulfill each other’s every need -- if they survive…
Chain of Kisses: For years, Prince Admiral Arles of Tor has been obsessed with the woman who jilted him at the altar. Gisel is now a mercenary space captain, and he’s determined to get her out of his system. Too bad she’s also a political liability he can’t afford…
Armored Hearts: Interstellar mercenary Captain Nick Rand is a vampire on the verge of starvation. Lieutenant Zara Tahir is willing to exchange blood for blood -- and maybe kinky games -- but Rand’s still her enemy. Right?
Blood and Steel: Elyn Castel spent decades as the slave of a sociopathic vampire. Cyborg Jarl “Blade” Bladin has killed the vampire, and now he’s is after Elyn. She’s finished if he gets his hands on her. But escaping is easier said than done…
Author Warning: Capture fantasy scenarios involving dubious consent may be triggers for some readers.
Praise for Passionate Prisoners
"This is a collection of five science fiction reads where warriors battle, in more than one way, their feisty captive. They are creative and interesting story with some erotic steaminess and good endings. The collection includes "Roarke's Prinsoners", "Stranded", "Chain of Kisses", Armored Hearts" and "Blood and Steel". They are all short and quick reads that are intriguing. I love the characters, the chemistry and the passion. I enjoyed each on of them but my favorite was "Armored Hearts"."
-- 4 Stars from Mary, Amazon Review
"Another sizzling box set of hunger, passion, and heartbreak. Settle down and enjoy another changeling press masterpiece."
-- 5 Stars from Ken, Amazon Review
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Excerpt from Armored Hearts
If she hadn’t been so sick, she could have made the G.A.E. bastards pay a higher price when they found her in the middle of the camp. Unfortunately, it had been more than a month since her vampire had died, and Lieutenant Zara Tahir was deep in blood sickness.
They surrounded her, a yelling, laughing mob of massive shapes in helmets and black armor emblazoned with Godsson’s halo and planet logo. Those suits gave them enough raw power to take on a blast tank and win.
Even so, Zara hadn’t made it easy for them. Even in her lighter V.S.S. armor, she had the advantage in speed and agility. She’d fought so ferociously she’d triggered a spontaneous nosebleed. Feeling the hot wetness rolling down her upper lip as she spun and kicked, Zara snarled. It had been far too long since she’d tasted vampire blood. Wouldn’t be long before her own immune system killed her.
Not that these fuckers would give it the chance. They were pissed, and they planned to kill her. And worse.
It took all ten of them to get her down, spread eagled, and stripped. Their strength enhanced by their mechsuits, they shredded her light V.S.S. armor like wrapping paper. Hands clamped down on her arms and legs, pinning her to the camp’s packed dirt so painfully, she knew she’d have bruises.
Assuming she lived that long.
“Hold her still!” A man in lieutenant’s armor straightened, reached down to his belt, and clicked something. The groin cup of his armor slid aside, revealing a jutting erection.
Zara bucked again with a desperate wrenching twist that caught her captors by surprise. Snatching a fist free, she plowed it at the officer’s balls. He jerked back and she missed, though so narrowly she felt the brush of his pubic hair against her knuckles. “Shit!” he swore, spinning away. “That’s it, bitch!” To the men around him, he snarled, “Don’t you fuckin’ let her move. I’m going to teach that cunt her place. You can have whatever’s left.”
When he returned a moment later, looming behind the men who held her down, the lieutenant held a pulse rifle in both hands. He aimed the rifle butt at her face.
Knowing the blow would quite likely kill her, Zara sneered. “Go ahead, you cowardly son of a whore.”
The butt flashed as it began its descent…
“What the fuck is going on here?”
At the furious male roar, her attacker stopped dead in mid-swing, his eyes widening behind his faceplate. The whole mob jerked to face the roar’s owner, their body language shouting guilty alarm.
Good, Zara thought. A senior officer. Maybe he’d save her.
Then again, maybe he wanted to be first in line.
She’d heard Godsson had recently decreed that raping enemy female combatants was not a sin. They were, after all, unnatural creatures in daring to resist Godsson’s “holy” plans for the colony. He said it was his warriors’ responsibility to teach them proper submission.
That kind of callous bullshit was exactly why Zara had joined the Falaran Coalition Army. She had no desire to live under any cult leader’s thumb -- especially an asshole who called himself God’s Son.
“We, ah… found an enemy combatant,” the mob’s leader stammered.
“Yes, Lt. Godshammer, I know,” the officer said, his voice steely with sarcasm. “I heard her screaming from the other end of the camp. What, you boys thought you’d commit a war crime or two? Not on my watch. Get the hell away from her.”
“But His Most Holy said --”
“You are not raping that woman, Godshammer.” His tone dropped into a menacing hiss. “Get. Off.”
They let her go and scrambled away with a speed that was almost comical. Without even being told, all ten fell into formation, lining up at attention as if hoping it would save them from their commander’s rage. The lieutenant paused to close his groin cup, fumbling in his haste.
Zara lay in the dirt where she’d been left, too bloodsick to do anything else now that the immediate threat was over.
Boots padded toward her. “Are you all ri…” The officer broke off.
Oh, hell, what now? She looked wearily up at him as he stared down at her.
He was the biggest damn vampire she’d ever seen in her life. It looked as if they’d turned somebody who’d been genetically engineered to begin with. She’d heard rumors that the G.A.E. had hired vampire mercenaries in response to the Falaran Coalition Army’s Vampire Defense Program. Godsson had ranted against vampires being perverts too many times for the G.A.E. to produce them outright, so hiring mercs was the best their army could do.
In any case, the G.A.E. had obviously gotten its money’s worth.