Sunday Snippet: Conquest by Jacquelyn Frank #DarkFantasy #BDSM #NewRelease @changelingpress

Melena has power to wield, but is she woman enough to guide Valerian into betraying Vicktor? 


Conquest (Mine to Take 2) by Jacquelyn  Frank

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Genres: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Alternate Universe, Men and Women in Uniform


Valerian sat staring out his window. In his hand he held a missive from the Eastern Plains, where the Moglu rebels were stirring up more unrest. It was hard to subjugate a people when their heroes continued to elude capture. People were looking to the rebels’ leader, Grulon Ni Coro, to free them from tyranny. But in a twist of fate, a stunning unintentional victory, Grulon Ni Coro’s blood sister was now in Valerian’s harem.

He wondered what Grulon would do if he knew his sister Melena was shisha to Valerian — if he knew she was becoming willing and compliant for him. If he knew Valerian was going to strive to make her love him one day. He was unlike his brother in that way. Vicktor felt fear led to ultimate control. Valerian desired domination as well, but on a completely different level. He preferred loyalty to fear.

Valerian folded the missive and snapped his fingers sharply. A servant appeared at his elbow. “Take this and place it on my table, directly in front of my chair.”

“Yes, Sir,” the small female said softly before taking the letter and hurrying to do as instructed.

It did him no good to sit here and mull over things he could not control. Vicktor was not one of those things. Valerian had learned to manage his brother. It took a certain skill to do so. It took a man willing to spend all his time and energy balancing on the precipice between doing enough and going too far.

Valerian sighed and pushed to his feet. His mind would not rest. Why could he not just be satisfied with his life the way it was? What was it he was searching for, anyway? He was afraid one day he would get sick of his brother’s warmongering — or he would get sick of his brother, period.

And do what? What would or could he do? Turn against his brother? Try to become emperor himself? No. He did not want that mantle. It was too heavy. He was his brother’s general, a cunning tactician who had yet to be bested in any undertaking. One day a better tactician, a better soldier, would be brought to bear against Valerian. Oh, what a worthy battle that would be. He longed for that. A worthy battle. What he did now, for his brother, was not so worthy. He invaded the lands of innocent people, killed their men, and enslaved their people. All under his brother’s commands. Were it up to him…

But it wasn’t up to him. What he needed was a worthy diversion.

He needed something fresh and exciting. Something new.

He whistled sharply, and another servant popped up beside him.

“Yes, Sir?” he asked softly.

“Tell Anajou to prepare Melena for my pleasure tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.” The servant hastened off to do as instructed.

Valerian crossed the room to his bed and eyed the room critically for a moment. He wanted to make certain he had everything he needed. He wanted to know he could take his time with his new shisha, the latest lady to join his harem.

He had his favorites. His top three were the harem mothers, the women who cared for and guided all the other shishas — Anajou, Daria, and Hassa, the original three who had begun his harem. The three of them had been a gift from his brother on the day Vicktor’s first child, a daughter, was born. Valerian had not been allowed to keep a harem until that birth five years ago. Even though he had a harem now, none of his women was allowed to get pregnant and give birth until one of Vicktor’s shishas finally gave birth to a son, thus securing the succession of his empire.

Valerian pulled open his top dresser drawer, withdrew a key, and unlocked the chest at the foot of the bed. Unlocked, but did not open it. He knew what was in there. He would access the contents a little later, after Melena had been brought to him.

He smiled to himself when he thought of Melena. She was full of fire and defiance. But now, after spending a day and a night in his company, she was softening. She was confused. She didn’t know what to make of the situation she found herself in. He needed to gain her trust. In order to do that he needed to keep the promise he had made to her to find her sisters and bring them to her in safety… provided they were still alive and could be found. That was his next task. He could tell just how special she was. She could be very important to him. Yet trust was needed on both sides. It would take a lot for him to come to trust her… if she could be trusted. He didn’t know her well enough yet. But she showed incredible promise.

First he must break her down. Not break her will. He wouldn’t want that. Her will was one of the most beautiful things about her. He must break down the walls that stood between them. Walls like her hatred for his people. Her inherent mistrust of men… something she might not even realize she had. He wasn’t sure yet. He needed to break through this idea she had that giving in to him would be the same as losing herself. That was going to be the tricky part.

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Jacquelyn lives in the Western North Carolina mountain area around Asheville. After a lifetime of striving to be good enough to be published, she has enjoyed the many blessings her fans have rained on her with their loyalty over the years. With four sisters and other family scattered up and down the Eastern Seaboard, and a history of living all across the USA herself, she still always finds ways to give a nod to her native New York in her work.

Jacquelyn lives with her three “children,” a trio of domestic shorthaired cats whose personalities have often inspired aspects of her characters. A former sign language interpreter and substitute teacher, she is a powerful advocate of reading and writing. She is known for her persistent gifts of books to her nieces and nephews, as well as all the other children in her life, in an effort to see them love both as much as she does. She believes there is nothing more rewarding than the imagination and all it inspires, and nothing more tragic than illiteracy.

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#NewRelease – Offered to the Cyborg by Jessica Coulter Smith #scifi #Aliens




Offered to the Cyborg

Series: Cy-Con #2
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Karen Fox
Genres: Science Fiction Romance, Alien Encounters, Cyber Punk

One look in her eyes and he wanted her. One taste and he knew he was never letting her go.


When the Zelranian cyborg’s ship The Sphinx is attacked by a reptilian race called the Meori, Wrylack is the only cyborg left standing. Forced onto the Meori vessel, his skills as a medic are demanded in exchange for his life. But any plans Wrylack may have had to escape died the moment he laid eyes on Shaylee, the human female slave in the Meori med bay. Even injured, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And when the Meori realize they can use her to control Wrylack, they are only too pleased to give her to him.

Shaylee has only known pain and suffering all her life. First on Earth, passed around the foster care system, and later as a slave to one alien after another. No one has ever touched her with kindness, has ever cared what happened to her. When the sexy purple cyborg with the strange eyes and gentle touch says she’s his, Shaylee is almost scared to hope that her life is changing. But the big male isn’t interested in owning her as a slave. He wants a mate!

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The ship grew quiet and Wrylack tried to communicate with his fellow cyborgs, but no one was responding. He feared they’d all been killed, which meant the Meori would come for him next, once they realized he was on board. He could hear the clang of boots coming down the corridor and braced himself. When the doors to the med bay slid open, he stared at the green and gold aliens, with their serpent-like eyes and tongues.

They looked him over, laughing when they saw the scalpel clutched in his hand. Two held ion blasters pointed at him, and he knew there was no way he was taking them out. Not on his own and only armed with the scalpel.

The three Meori in front hardly had a scratch on them, but the ones in back were pooling blood on the floor. Wrylack tried not to smile at the sight. It seemed his brothers had fought hard, even if they hadn’t been victorious. Would they kill him now too?

“The healer thinks to fight us,” the larger one up front said.

Little did they know he could kick their asses, if it weren’t for the unfair advantage of the blasters in their hands. He might be enhanced, but he wasn’t indestructible. Going into a blaster fight with nothing more than a scalpel would get him killed.

“Where’s my crew?” Wrylack asked.

The alien shrugged. “Alive, but incapacitated.”

Why hadn’t they killed everyone? What was it they wanted?

“And your plan for us?” Wrylack asked.

The alien smiled, his pointed teeth showing. “The others will be dropped at Alpha9, for a fee of course, and we’re commandeering this ship. You, however…” The alien looked him over again. “We need a medic. Ours died and since your cyborg brothers did some damage, my crew will need to be tended. Serve us well and you will be rewarded.”

Wrylack could read between the lines. Service would be required regardless, if he wanted to live. He would imagine the reward would be his freedom. What they didn’t know was that the moment he’d laid eyes on them, he’d hacked into the telecommunications system and had the computer send a message to the commanders on Xpashta, with their present location and who had taken command of the ship. It wouldn’t be long before the cyborgs’ other ships were on their way to lend aid. He only hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

One of the Meori gripped his arm tight, making the nerves in his arm go numb and the scalpel fell from his hand, clattering to the floor. Wrylack allowed himself to be dragged through the ship and taken aboard the Meori vessel. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could take on two ships himself, which meant he had to follow orders and stay alive until backup arrived. The ship was much larger than The Sphinx and had probably once been a luxury liner, judging by the artwork on the walls and the dense carpet under his feet. Slave females of all races shuffled down the hallways and gathered in open rooms. Some were dressed in transparent tunics and he knew they were breeding stock. The thought made him ill.

When they reached medical, Wrylack was shoved inside and he froze at the sight before him. Two human females lay dead, the sheets covering them stained with blood, with a third huddled in the corner, her eyes wide in fright. Blood dripped down her arm and her clothes were torn. Anger welled inside of him and he turned to snarl at the Meori who had dragged him on board.

“You attacked innocent females?”

The Meori shrugged. “When we purchased them, we didn’t realize they wouldn’t be sexually compatible. Their master was raving about how good it felt to fuck them. We stopped a male from mounting the third when the first two died.”

Wrylack was horrified and sickened. Moving slowly, he approached the female in the corner. He knelt in front of her and used his cybernetic eyes to scan her. Aside from some bruising and the bite mark on her shoulder, she seemed to be healthy. All of her organs were in good working order, and he was thankful to note she wasn’t pregnant. Judging by the scarring in her womb, even if the Meori hadn’t been able to breed with her, someone had been successful at some point. The haunted look in her eyes spoke of someone who had lived this life for a while. His heart ached for her, imagining the horrors she’d probably faced as a slave.

Wrylack pulled aside her slave tunic and studied the bite. It was deep and the tissue around it was badly bruised. The Meori who had tried to mount her had likely bitten her to hold her in place. Wrylack hoped she’d fought like hell. No one deserved the fate of being a breeder, especially to the Meori. He stood quickly and rummaged through the cabinets until he found what he needed. With a tube of livron gel in his hand, he sank to his haunches in front of her again. Wrylack squeezed the gel onto his fingers and spread it over her wound. She flinched at his touch, but didn’t lash out at him. He knew the gel would cool the angry wound first, then numb it within minutes. If applied regularly, the wound would seal in a few days.

“My name’s Wrylack and I’m a medic,” he told her. “I’m going to help you.”

“She’s useless,” the Meori said. “No sense in treating her. We’re just going to toss her out an airlock. I can’t take the chance that she would sell right away when we reach Alpha9 and I don’t intend to stay there long. She’s a waste of space.”

Wrylack growled and glared at the Meori. “You’re not tossing her out an airlock.”

The Meori rocked back on his heels. “You seem rather fond of her.”

“She’s a helpless female.” Wrylack wasn’t about to admit that he thought she was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen. Looking into her eyes, he wanted to be her hero. But he was just as much a captive right as she was. But then, if they’d met under other circumstances, how likely was it that she’d have let a cyborg get anywhere near her? Especially him with his strange-looking eyes.

“And females are precious to your people, aren’t they?” the Meori asked slyly. Wrylack wasn’t certain he liked the look on the Meori’s face. “Do what we say, and you can keep her. Consider her your reward for good behavior.”

Keep her? Wrylack hesitated and glanced down at the female. Her hair was black as pitch and hung in long curls down to her ass. The elfin face that peered up at him had eyes a beautiful lavender, a color he’d never seen on a human before. The female’s skin was pale as ivory and had felt soft when he’d administered the gel to her wound. He lowered himself in front of her again, bracing his fist on the floor, and leaning in close. She didn’t shrink away or seem scared of him.

Her gaze met his, steady. When he reached for her, smoothing her hair back from her face, she didn’t so much as flinch.

“Do you know what I am?” he asked.

“No,” she said softly.

“I’m a Zelranian cyborg.”

“Is that why your eyes are so different?” she asked. “They’re beautiful when they glow. Why do they only glow sometimes?”

Her voice was soft and mesmerizing, much like her.

“My eyes are cybernetic, along with my lungs and heart. My eyes glow when I’m doing a scan to check for injuries. I’m different, even from my people. Does that frighten you?” he asked.

Her gaze strayed to the Meori in the doorway before returning to him. There was a question in her eyes that she didn’t seem to want to voice. The Meori had mentioned her previous owner had used for her sex, and the Meori had intended the same. It stood to reason she would wonder if he would hurt her if they were intimate.

“I won’t harm you,” Wrylack assured her. “Unlike the Meori, Zelranians are compatible with humans.”

Her cheeks flushed but she held his gaze.

“If they throw you out of the airlock, you’ll die,” Wrylack said. “Space is cold and your organs will begin to freeze, assuming you don’t die from asphyxiation first. I won’t force you to be mine, but it’s the only way I can save you.”

It hadn’t occurred to him until that moment that maybe she would prefer death. It saddened him to think she might feel that way, but there was something in her eyes that said she was a fighter.

“I’m Shaylee.” She smiled softly, seeming to accept that she was his now.

“Shaylee.” Wrylack reached for her again, smoothing his fingers down her cheek. “I will treat you well, this I promise.”

If you missed book one, Rescued by the Cyborg, you can get it here!

About the Author

Jess Feb 2018

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and spills over from her professional life into her personal one. When she went on that first date with her husband, she never expected to hear the words /Marry me!’ pop out of his mouth – and judging by the shocked look on his face, he hadn’t meant to say them either. But, being the hopeless romantic that she is, Jessica said yes and they’ve been married since 2000.

Jessica firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world. She’s often gazed at the stars and wondered what, or who, else might be out there. Who’s to say that hunky model on the hottest romance bestseller isn’t really from some far off galaxy? Maybe that blue Martian you saw at Halloween wasn’t really in costume. After all, there’s an awful lot of space out there for us to be the only ones living in it.

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What do you do with a story like that? Chances are, it belongs at Changeling.

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#NewRelease – Valerian by Jacquelyn Frank #BDSM #DarkFantasy @changelingpress

When Vicktor threatens Melena she pushes Valerian to rebel. But Valerian’s not a man to be mastered.


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Genres: Dark Fantasy, BDSM. Alternate Universe

Valerian Jorku is second born heir to a massive throne overseeing the largest country in many lands, a country that is ever growing, thanks to his power hungry brother Vicktor, the emperor. But Vicktor is a cruel master and Valerian grows increasingly restless as he experiences his brother’s brutal nature and its effect on others.

Melena, a newly acquired slave girl he is conditioning to his pleasure, whispers nightly of his responsibilities to the people and how those responsibilities should outweigh his honorable intentions toward a brother who is clearly insane. Should he listen to this woman, sister to a rebel thorn in his side, or should he continue to honor his father’s last wishes and be Vicktor’s silent general, doing whatever he asks, no matter how wrong?

When Vicktor threatens her life and begins to turn Valerian’s women against him, Melena seizes the opportunity to push Valerian further in the right direction. But Valerian is not a man to be mastered. He is the one in control and ultimately it is he who holds all of their fates and futures in his hands.

Available February 23rd at Changeling Press

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Valerian Jorku looked down at his newest captive, Melena, and tried to use the sight of her to soothe his troubled mind. And yet she was the cause of some of his troubling thoughts.

She had said some things to him recently… things that plagued him. Comments about the dictatorial ways of his brother. Vicktor was a savage man. Not that he wasn’t intelligent, for he was frighteningly so. His brother had led his armies into wars that had more than doubled the size of the already vast Jorku nation. Although, in all honesty, it had been Valerian who had led the actual armies. It had been Valerian’s tactical know-how in the field that had allowed him victory. But his brother took credit for both his own achievements and Valerian’s. Vicktor was like that with all things. What was his was his… and what was yours was his, as well.

This was to say nothing of how he treated people as a whole in other ways. Vicktor was a cruel man with a vicious streak in him that ran a league wide. He had never met an enemy he couldn’t defeat, and that made him proud and arrogant, regardless of the fact that it was Valerian who had defeated those enemies. As far as Victor was concerned Valerian was simply a tool which he used with mastery.

Valerian had always known his place and had respected it. It had been given to him by his late father along with a plethora of other graces and wisdom. He had stayed true to his father’s desires long after his death. And one of his father’s desires was that Valerian never rise up against his brother. That he dutifully accept his place as second son and do all he could to support Vicktor’s rule.

His father couldn’t have known what a monster his eldest son would become. He couldn’t have known that, by association, by being his brother’s right arm, Valerian had become a monster as well.

But this woman… this slave… she had spoken simple truths to him, and he had listened as if hearing them for the first time.

Your brother has no honor. You surely must see that,” she had said. “Perhaps by following his dictates you are betraying the people who died at his hand and in his wars. Did you ever think of that?”

He had thought of it. He had thought of it for years. But since she had said as much he had thought of it with constancy he’d never exhibited before. What made her words so special that it was as if he was hearing them for the first time?

Perhaps it was because she herself was a victim of his brother’s wars. Her country had been dominated by Vicktor’s armies, and now she was a slave. Her sisters were slaves. Her brother was forced into hiding and led a small band of rebels that had no hope of ever making a difference in the fight to regain independence from the Jorku nation.

She wasn’t a slave any longer, he argued with himself. She had been elevated to shisha, a woman of Valerian’s royal harem — an honor among women. And she was also his current favorite… a place of privilege within the harem itself.

From her perspective she was now being made to serve the man who had been the cause of all her family’s misery. Yet she was coming around. She had thought his predilections perverse and cruel at first, but he believed quite strongly that there was great pleasure to be found in pain and more so in the relationship that developed between a master and his shisha. Now she was coming around to his way of thinking. She was beginning to bend to his hand.

It was a war of sorts in and of itself — a far more personal one. One where he would one day be able to show his vulnerabilities to her and not fear that she would use them against him. He craved such a relationship. He craved a place where he could rest his head and speak of his troubles without fear of his brother hearing about it or fear that others would perceive him as weak for it.

He had trained other women, but he had never reached the point of full trust with any of them. He hoped, as he always did, that this would be different. That she would be different.


Jacquelyn lives in the Western North Carolina mountain area around Asheville. After a lifetime of striving to be good enough to be published, she has enjoyed the many blessings her fans have rained on her with their loyalty over the years. With four sisters and other family scattered up and down the Eastern Seaboard, and a history of living all across the USA herself, she still always finds ways to give a nod to her native New York in her work.

Jacquelyn lives with her three “children,” a trio of domestic shorthaired cats whose personalities have often inspired aspects of her characters. A former sign language interpreter and substitute teacher, she is a powerful advocate of reading and writing. She is known for her persistent gifts of books to her nieces and nephews, as well as all the other children in her life, in an effort to see them love both as much as she does. She believes there is nothing more rewarding than the imagination and all it inspires, and nothing more tragic than illiteracy.

Feel free to contact her at or visit her website at and follow her on and

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Intergalactic Brides Vol. 1 (boxed set) by Jessica Coulter Smith #aliens #scifi #RomanceBooks

Three desperate women search for their futures in the arms of an alien.


Publisher: Changeling Press
Genres: Futuristic, Science Fiction, Alien Encounters
Ebook Price $5.99/Paparback $11.95
Containts books 1-3 in the Intergalactic Brides series

Brielle and the Alien Geek: Brielle has waited faithfully for her fiancé to return from Terran Prime, only to discover she’s been engaged to a cheating bastard. Brielle will do anything to ensure her survival — even sign up for a bride exchange on another world. Syl lives in his lab, preoccupied with his experiments. But the moment he sees Brielle, he realizes his life has been missing something after all. But what would a female like Brielle want with an alien geek like him?

Victoria and the Alien Doctor: Victoria will do anything to save her daughter, even if it means bonding with an alien for the rest of her life. Xonos isn’t allowed to treat humans, but it’s been his life’s work to save people, and he isn’t sure he can stand by and watch an innocent child die when he might be able to help. What starts as a simple arrangement quickly turns into something more as Xonos and Victoria grow closer. Love was never mentioned when they struck their bargain, but now she’ll settle for nothing less.

Avelyn and the Alien Daddy: Avelyn’s life was turned upside down the day she lost her baby. When she enters the Terran Station in Las Vegas in search of a job, the last thing she expects is to find her arms full of a screaming alien baby. Since Thrace adopted sweet little Lily, he’s overwhelmed. A nanny is just what he needs! But when Thrace looks at Avelyn, he sees a woman who sets his blood on fire. What’s an alien daddy to do when what he wants most is to have the nanny in his bed?

Available at Changeling Press on February 23rd

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The coffee scorched Brielle’s throat as she gulped the hot brew. Her hand clutched the cup tightly as she watched the men and women exit the space shuttle. She rubbed the back of her neck and then clutched her purse strap as she waited. It had been nearly a year since she’d seen her fiance, and over six months since she’d had contact with him. As a medical doctor, he’d volunteered to travel to the space station on Terran to serve on their medical staff for one year. Why he was coming home two months early, she didn’t know, but she wouldn’t question it. She’d been lonely without Aaron by her side.

A familiar head of sandy hair appeared. She bit her lip, adjusted her clothes and then blew out a breath as she watched him, her heart thrumming against her breast. As he drew nearer, she saw there was a woman clutching his arm. A tall, busty blonde who was grinning from ear to ear. Had they met on the shuttle? Her brow furrowed as her heart slowed its pace. She frowned and looked around, but there was no one else waiting in this section except her.

Aaron looked up and spotted her. The smile on his face froze for a moment, and she thought she saw a hint of panic in his eyes. He came closer, stopping a few feet away, the blonde still clutching his arm. Brielle looked at the blonde, then her fiance, wondering who the woman was.

Aaron cleared his throat. “Brie. Good to see you again.”

“We agreed I would meet your shuttle when you returned. I was a little surprised when I received the call from the station that you were coming home sooner than expected.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted from foot to foot. “This is rather awkward.”

“Why is it awkward? I know we haven’t seen each other in nearly a year, but–“

“It isn’t that,” he interrupted. “Brielle, this is Melissa.”

Brielle mustered a smile for the blonde. “How do you do? Did the two of you meet on the shuttle?”

“Um, no.” Aaron fidgeted. “I’ve been seeing Melissa for the last four months. Brielle, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to spit it out. Melissa and I are engaged.”

Brie’s gaze bounced from her fiance to the blonde and back again. “I don’t understand. You’re engaged to me. We’ve been engaged nearly two years.”

“I didn’t plan for this to happen; it just did. I met Melissa during a routine exam and things just clicked between us. Hurting you is the last thing I’d ever want to do, but I can’t deny what my heart wants. And it wants Melissa. I tried to contact you, to let you know, but communications have been down since February.”

“We live together!”

He fidgeted again. “About that… I need you to move out. Melissa’s lease is up on her place next week and she needs a place to stay. Since we’re getting married, it only makes sense for her to move in with me. It was my place first, after all. Until you have your things packed, I’ll stay at her place.”

Brie clenched her hands at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. Heat worked its way up her body and she felt color bloom in her cheeks. She bared her teeth at her now ex-fiance, and before she thought better of it, took a swing at the puppy-dog expression staring at her. Her fist connected with his left eye, the edge of his cheekbone bruising her knuckles.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Brielle shook her hand, but felt deep satisfaction at the color now budding around the bastard’s eye.

Two security guards hurried her way, their hands on their weapons, as if they were going to draw on her at any moment. It figured. She was the one getting her heart ripped out, but they would surely take Aaron’s side. Assholes always stuck together.

“Is there a problem?” the first security guard asked.

“This crazy bitch just hit me.” Aaron gave her a furious one-eyed glare. “I want her arrested.”

Brie folded her arms over her chest. “If I’m in jail, I can’t pack my things. If I can’t pack my things, you can’t move your slut into the apartment.”

“There’s such a thing as Goodwill.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare donate my belongings!”

“Arrest her!” Aaron demanded. “I want the bitch locked up.”

The second security guard pulled out a set of cuffs and Brie turned her glare his way.

“Of course you’re going to take his side! Never mind that he’s been engaged to me while shacking up with this bimbo for the past four months! Men! You’re all alike.”

“Not all of us,” a deep voice rumbled behind her.

Brie spun to face the interloper, a sharp retort on her tongue. As her gaze fastened on the light lilac skin stretched across a broad chest, the words died on her lips.

She looked up, captured by dark purple eyes. She’d of course heard of Terrans before, but she’d never actually met one. They tended to shy away from cameras so this was her first chance to see one.

“Captain, this doesn’t concern you,” one of the security guards said. “The woman is human and so is the man she attacked. Your laws don’t apply here.”

“From what I heard, the man deserved what he got. If he were still on Terran, his punishment would be far worse. We value women on my world. To throw one away is a severe crime.”

She heard Aaron gulp behind her.

“But we aren’t on Terran,” Aaron said. “We’re back on Earth, so the rules of your planet don’t apply.”

“That isn’t technically true,” the Terran said, pointing to a sign over their heads. “You haven’t crossed the threshold yet. When you broke up with your fiancee, you were very much still under Terran rule.”

Brie didn’t know why the alien was helping her, but if he wanted to punish Aaron, she wasn’t going to argue with him. Hell, she’d applaud his efforts and help him snap the cuffs into place. Arrogant bastard deserved whatever hand fate was about to deal him. She turned to face Aaron, wanting to see the fear in his eyes.

Her ex-fiance was pale, deathly pale. The spineless coward’s lips trembled when faced with the massive alien at her back. She felt the captain’s heat envelop her as he leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear.

“What do you think his punishment should be? Locked in the dungeons for the next ten years? Forced to work the mining camps?”

“Is there a punishment where his balls are removed?” she asked, staring Aaron down. He reached for his crotch, and if possible, he paled even further. The man was shaking and she loved every minute of it.

The alien brandished a blade, the silver edge gleaming in the sunlight. “He hasn’t broken a law that would yield that punishment, but I will be happy to take on the task. Any man who cheats on his woman shouldn’t be able to procreate.”

The guards began to swear. “Captain, you don’t want to do this. Even your people would frown on such drastic measures. Incarcerate him if you must, but leave him intact.”

He lowered the weapon. “Unfortunately, they’re right. As much as I would love to do this for you, it’s against our laws.”

“Just let the spineless wimp go.” She turned to face the alien once more, looking up to meet his amethyst gaze. “He obviously never loved me, and honestly, I’m not as hurt as I should be. It’s painful to know he’s chosen someone else over me, and my pride has suffered, but my heart isn’t breaking like it should. What does that say about me?”

The alien smiled at her, a dimple flashing in his left cheek. “It means your heart was not engaged because he wasn’t your… what’s that Earth term? Soul mate?”

When she thought of Aaron’s thin frame and pasty skin, compared to the hunky alien in front of her, she couldn’t remember what she ever saw in the guy. Sure, Aaron was usually soft-spoken and cultured, but he was a sissy. Brielle was tired of sissies. She wanted a real man, a man who could make her feel cared for and safe. She wanted strong arms to wrap around her at night, not spindly arms that couldn’t lift a window without assistance.

“No,” she agreed. “We weren’t soul mates.”

“On my planet, you would be a prize for any warrior. Why have you not taken part in the bride exchange? Your family would be paid handsomely if you should decide to take part. I can promise that you would have your choice of warriors.”

“Terran warriors,” she clarified.

He nodded. “And if you’re into sharing, there are those on my planet who would be happy to oblige you, as long as you were accepting two or more males into your bed.”

Brielle’s breath caught in her throat. She could barely imagine holding on to one of these large males, much less two. She’d heard they were rather well-endowed and worried they would split her in two. She opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it shut. A bride exchange? As of this moment, she had no home. Her family wasn’t about to take her in; they lived in a small cabin in the Kentucky hollows. Growing up, she’d shared a room with her three sisters, two of whom were still living at home.

The alien’s smile broadened. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Praise for Brielle and the Alien Geek


LR Cafe’s Best of 2015 Awards
Honorable Mention Winner: Best Science Fiction/Futuristic Book

Winner of the 2016 Darrell Award for Best Midsouth SF/F/H Novella!

“The Intergalactic Brides series kicked off to a great start with Brielle and the Alien Geek. Jessica Coulter Smith shows us that whether they are alien or human, a man in love is a force to be reckoned with. The author laid a foundation with the world of Terran that will keep readers drawn in and enjoying the different layers.”

— 4 Nymphs from Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews


“I liked the hot sex, the characters, the word pictures, along with the made up world of Terran that Smith has fabricated, and I think you will, too.”

— 4.5 Stars from Alberta, Manic Readers Reviews

“Jessica Coulter Smith hit a home run with this sweet, passionate, steamy, and witty story of Brielle and Syl. I loved the story and the dynamics of each character and how they fit together.”

— 4 Stars from Nikki, Sensuous Reviews


Praise for Victoria and the Alien Doctor

“Terran men know how to make a woman feel special, that is evident in Victoria and the Alien Doctor, the second installment of the Intergalactic Brides series. A sexy go-to guy is hard to resist, so I know readers will embrace Xonos. This story can be read as a stand alone with no problem, but because it’s so captivating, you’ll want to read the series from the beginning. “

— 4 Nymphs from Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews


Victoria and the Alien Doctor was incredibly romantic. It’s a story that makes a reader feel good. If you are having a rough day and need a break from stress and the frenetic demands of life, then this is a sweet book to take a short break with. I’m happy I read it.”

— Xeranthemum, Long and Short Reviews


“I like this series. Each is short, but gives us an insight into the Terran world of purple aliens, which Smith has created. There’s some hot sex, some interesting stories, and I think you’ll like these characters.”

— 4.5 Stars from Alberta, Manic Readers Reviews

“Victoria and the Alien Doctor is a wonderfully sweet yet sensual story that will have your heart breaking, rejoicing, laughing, and hoping. I loved this book and Jesica Coulter Smith is an author worth getting to know.”

— 4 Stars from Nikki, Sensuous Reviews


Praise for Avelyn and the Alien Daddy

“This is a love story! …the emotional intensity is well worth the read. When you want a sweet, sexy, alien romance this is the one to pick up.”

— 5 Stars from Redz, Redz World Reviews


“I have quite liked the gentle, sexy men who woo & mate with their women & make a home here on Earth. I think you’ll like this series a lot.”

— 4.5 Stars from Alberta, Manic Readers


“Thrace is on the fence about mixing business with pleasure, though there is no doubt in his mind how pleasurable things would be with Avelyn. He has no idea that Avelyn wants him just as badly. With the ease of breathing, they become the perfect family for Lily and it is so touching. I can’t wait to see what the next story in this series will bring.”

— 4 Nymphs from Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews


“The story is tender, endearing, sensual, and passionate. It is the science fiction version of a story worthy of a Hallmark movie. Absolutely loved it and highly recommend this book.”

— 4.5 Stars from Nikki, Sensuous Reviews


Throwback Thursday – The Adorable Snowman by Stephanie Burke #TBT #PNR #shifters

The Adorable Snowman by Stephanie  Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Cover Artist: Karen Fox

Serendipity Collins is minding her own business, driving along in West Virginia in the worst blizzard in years, when a strange creature appears out of nowhere and she runs him down.

Ta is on a mission to get away from the humans who captured him. He only wants to get back to the gate point to find a way home when he meets her — the mate of his dreams. Now he only has to convince her they are perfect for each other… if they can survive the hunters who are after him and battle Serendipity’s own private fears.

Ta is nothing but determined, Ren is nothing but stubborn, but before the storm comes to an end, maybe they will discover a way to make this fairy tale a reality and melt the ice that encases her heart.

Purchase from:

Changeling Press / Amazon / B&N

About the Author

Have You Been Flashed?

It’s the question Stephanie Burke is asking. Stephanie is a multi-published, multi-award-winning wife and mother of two whose unparalleled imagination causes her no end of trouble. From sex shifting shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, up to sexually confused elemental fey and homoerotic mysteries, all the way to pastel challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.

Stephanie is co-founder of the charitable organization Write 4 Hope, co-creator of the Japanese Culture and Anime Convention Mikomicon, home-school mom, English tutor, an orator on her favorite subject of writing and world building, a sometimes teacher when you feed her enough coffee and donuts, an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching more and varied legends and theories to improve her writing skills.

Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and interracial stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.



#CoverReveal TORCH (Dixie Reapers MC) by @HarleyW_Writer #MCromance #newadult #olderhero #EroticRomance #bikers #IARTG


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PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
GENRES: Contemporary, New Adult,
Silver Fox (older man younger woman)

I branded her. I kissed her. Then I let her go. Now she’s back, and she’s mine.


I was seventeen when my daddy gave me to Torch, who inked me, kissed me, then watched me walk away. I was supposed to return after I graduated, but instead I ran. Now I’m back, ready to face whatever fate awaits me. He’s probably pissed, and rightly so. It was only supposed to be a short separation, but three years have passed. I expected yelling, maybe some public humiliation. It never occurred to me he’d kiss me so deeply, so passionately that I’d be begging for more. He’ll be my first, my last, my only…because I’m his, and he’s never going to let me forget it.


For years, I’ve kept my distance, watching over the girl I claimed as my own. She wears my brand, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she comes home. I remembered a stunning young woman, but it’s a siren who walks back through my door, all luscious and curvy. There may be about thirty years between us, but fuck if I care what people think. I want her. She’s mine, and I’m going to remind her of that. I’ll take her any way I can, as often as I can, and when I’m done, she’ll never again think of walking out the door. Because what she doesn’t know is that she’s done the impossible…she’s claimed the heart of a man who didn’t think he had one. Now that she’s worked her way deep inside, I’ll rain down hell on anyone who tries to keep us apart. No one’s going to come between us, especially not the man who gave his daughter to me – not even if he has the entire cartel army on his ass.


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Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith.

When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

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