Sam’s New Mission – The Sarran Senator

When Senator Sam Johnson followed his daughter and grandson to Sarran, he was determined to keep a better eye on them than he had on Earth. It took his new Sarran sons-in-law to point the horrible physical and mental abuse Sara was dealing with married to Bradley, an up and coming local politician.

On Sarran Sam expected to be a father and a grandsire and nothing else. But the Sarrans are not a race that wastes talent. They offer both Sam and Michael the chance to become fully Sarran and they both accept, Sam being tapped to advise the Sarran Elders and Michael, although very young, a pair bond with Google_SarranSeriesthe equally psyhchically precocious Naffie.

He also finds a pair bond with Tarin, an engineer of rare talent. When the Elders decide to hold a mixer to introduce the new fems to Warrior Pairs the whole of single Sarran is at the hangar with their only defense being the newly installed Sky Shield, the Sarran equivalent of Star Wars. At the mixing, Tarin and Sam are introduced to Meg, their fem by Snowy, and Midnight, their respective cats.

Before they even had a chance to get to know each other The Zyptz attack during the mixer,  the Elder Council fems are poisoned and Sam must face battle again. Can Sarran beat back the Zyptz again. This time they have also attacked Earth.

Thirsty – The Sarran Plague, Anya meets Jonal

This is a scene from The Sarran Plague where Dr. Anya Forrester first meets one of her alien destined mates.

“Thirsty,” she whispered. A strong, gentle hand lifted Anya’s head. She nuzzled closer, breathing deeply of fresh linen, vanilla and man—definitely man.

“Drink, Pa Mici, drink,” a deep basso voice rumbled.

Anya’s eye caught a snapshot of dark blue eyes, tousled midnight black hair. A thin white scar traced along the outline of a square jaw. Her vision turned fuzzy around the edges. She picked up a slight hesitation between his words and her understanding. His lips moved and she received, a nanosecond later, a weird built-in satellite delay. The hair on his muscled arm tickled across her back. His palm cupped the nape of her neck supporting her head. The thumb stroked downward. She trembled, leaning into the light caress.

The thick fingers of his other hand curved around a filigreed silver tumbler with maroon and gold swirls.

“Please, thirsty,” Anya mumbled, as her lips pursed round the proffered straw.

“Careful, Pa Mici. Lips that shape beg a kiss,” the deep voice murmured.

Sweetness exploded on Anya’s tongue—a mélange of fruit? She didn’t recognize any of the flavors. Her eyes closed. The juice flowed through her mouth and down her throat easing the dryness. Voices in her mind, one here—the basso, the other, a baritone, close by. Their vibrations sang sweet music to her sex. Anya’s skin flushed rose. She reached up and traced a finger along the thin scar. Anya knew she dreamt. Her hero’s face graced  the cover of every romance novel she ever read. He played an American privateer, scarred from a run-in with a British man-of-war, or maybe a Regency Duke, scarred in a duel over his sister. It couldn’t be about a woman other than his sister. After all, this was her dream.

“Your skin is exquisite, Pa Mici. Do you feel us yet? ” His soft mobile lips swept light kisses across her cheek and nibbled at the corner of her mouth.

“Name…my pirate… name,” she insisted, sticking out her lower lip—her mouth in moue.

“Jonal. Rest now,” the voice soothed.

“’Tis such a good dream,” Anya whispered, as she grabbed his arm. “Please, don’t make me wake up.”

The Sarran Plague will be available from Captiva Press late winter, early spring.  In the mean time please enjoy my novel, Shattered Glass, from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com.  Also visit my website at www.ackatt.com.