What’s a better way to celebrate the weekend than a steamy excerpt from a great Romance? A steamy excerpt from a Romance set in SPACE. Join us on this beautiful adventure through Grace Goodwin’s Mated To The Vikens!
“Miss Antonelli, are you all right?”
My eyes fluttered open and saw a familiar face looming over me. It wasn’t one of the men who’d been in bed with me. It was a woman, one I recognized all too well. Her face was pretty, but severe, as if she took her job very seriously. Warden Egara. The woman who worked for them. The alien races who claimed to be protecting our planet from some terrible horde of creatures. “Warden Egara?”
“You screamed. Are you hurt?”
“I…you heard me scream?” God, I’d come so hard that I’d screamed? Who else heard me lose it?
She nodded, but remained silent.
“Sorry.” I looked around and wondered exactly how thin the walls were in this place. The room looked like a medical office, the walls white and the furniture clinical, unwelcoming.
Of course, no one stayed long. The brides and soldiers were processed in different sections of the building. So, there might be a whole squadron of soldiers on the other side of the wall listening to me have an orgasm all over some alien cock. Who heard me scream? Probably everyone in the building. The tingling after-effects of the orgasm still pulsed in my body. My core clenched, eager for the man’s hard cock to fill me once more. My nipples were hard and my skin was soaked in sweat.
I was supposed to be matched to the perfect alien mate with some high-tech program. But that hadn’t exactly been a test. No, that was more like being tossed into a live-stream adult film.
“Was that the test, the matching protocol I read about?”
Warden Egara raised both brows, a slight grin lifting the right side of her mouth. “Yes.”
“What kind of test was that?” I asked.
She looked over me critically, as if still worried about my health. But my question appeared to ease her worry and the intense crease between her brows relaxed. “Intense, isn’t it?”
That wasn’t the only word I’d use. Incredible. Exhilarating. Overwhelming.
I nodded as I licked my lips. My hands were restrained in the testing chair and I wore the ugliest hospital gown ever to grace the female form. Dark gray with little Interstellar Bride Program insignia all over it, I felt like I was in a psych ward, not an alien dating service.
Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she’d grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead.
Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman’s pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of.
Grace Goodwin currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince.