Be My Guest On Tuesday: Siren Allen and Kiss Me Keep Me

tuesdayIt’s Tuesday again and it’s time for you to meet the next book on your list. My guest today is the sweet and spicy Siren Allen who presents the second installment of her Mechanical Men series. If you enjoy your romance with a sci-fi setting and you always wondered what it would be like to have a man design to please you, that book may be right for you. Even if sci-fi isn’t right up your street, check out her sizzling excerpt. Today is also the last day you can get the book for the bargain price of 0.99cents. Enter her giveaway for a chance to win an Amazon gift card over the next few days. 

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Blurb:

Mechanical men may not have real hearts, but they also can’t break yours. The only thing you have to worry about them breaking is your headboard. But, who needs a headboard anyway?
-Hudson Innovations – Making your life better, one machine at a time.

She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for lust.
The headboard breaking kind of lust.
Gemini Prescott has been burned by love too many times. There’s no way she’s going back down that road again. When she learns of mechanical men, she believes she’s found the perfect antidote to her problems. Mechanical men can’t break your heart. Mechanical men can’t cheat on you with your best friend. A mechanical man is exactly what she needs.

But, something seems to be wrong with her personal robot. He doesn’t follow orders like he’s supposed to. Instead, he has demands of his own. Demands that leave her begging for more. She would return him to the manufacturer, but there’s this thing he does with his tongue that makes him a keeper.

He’s not looking for love or lust.

He’s looking for a way off this planet.

Zain only has one goal: to return to his home-world. Though most of his brethren are enjoying their new life on Earth, Zain has no desire to follow their lead. He doesn’t want to be a pleasure-robot, a slave to whoever purchases him. He plans to leave Earth behind and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way.

Then he meets Gemini.
And everything changes.

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Excerpt

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he scooted closer to her.

“Please, Zain. Lick me now, right now. That’s an order.”

Zain nodded. He was created to follow orders. He swiped his tongue between her folds. Heat flowed over his body. Her taste was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Zain swiped his tongue over her again, then again.

She squirmed. He wanted her to be still. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her body closer to his face and ground his mouth against her center. A shudder rippled through him.

Exquisite.

“But,” she groaned. “You said you didn’t know, how to do, the sex part.”

This wasn’t the sex part. This was so much better. He’d seen this in one of the videos and he’d wondered why anyone would want to do this. Now he knew. And he didn’t want to stop.

He closed his eyes and continued to lick her, consume her. Her moans filled the air, exciting him further. Her fingers slid into his hair, nails dug into his scalp as she held his head close to her.

Her hips lifted up and down, the wetness at her center sliding against his tongue. It was amazing. The more her body moved, the more he wanted her. The more he wanted her, the harder his cock became.

The harder his cock became, the more he wanted to stroke it. He’d never wanted to stroke that thing. However, right now, it needed attention. Her attention.

“Zain, I… this feels so… I’m about to come.”

Come? He’d heard that word before. He searched his database for its meaning. Orgasm. His mate was about to have an orgasm, because of him. Pride filled him. He licked her faster.

When he flicked his tongue across the bud above her center, she jerked and screamed his name. Interesting. He did it again and was gifted with a similar response. It would take him years to learn everything about her body.

And he would enjoy every minute of it. He wrapped his lips around her tiny nub and sucked. He opened his eyes to watch her response. She tossed her head back and screamed. Not because he was hurting her, but because he was pleasuring her.

Why the hell did he feel liquid building behind his eyes? He was not a crier. Even if he were, this was not a crying occasion. Tears were for sadness. Aoki had told him so. He wasn’t sad. In fact, he’d never been happier.

His mouth was on his mate’s flesh. Her body was aroused because of him. She was jerking and gyrating because of him. He was providing pleasure to her. Something he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to do.

This was a happy moment. Yet, he was blinking back stupid tears. Underneath him, her thighs began to tremble. She jerked once, then again. Her essence coated his tongue. Sweet nectar.

He drank it in as her body began to relax. He continued rubbing his tongue over her nub, between her folds. Her hands fell away from him, and still he licked her.

“No more,” she whispered. “I can’t come… again.”

Sure she could.

“Please, Zain. I have to rest.” She smiled down at him.

Fine, he would allow her to rest, just for a moment. Then he would lick her some more. After swiping his tongue over her one last time, he released her thighs and scooted back a little. She patted the bed next to her. He shook his head. He wanted to stay where he was. He wanted to be in position to pleasure her again once she was ready.

“Zain, I want you next to me.”

He tore his gaze away from her center to stare into her eyes. She wanted him next to her. He wanted to be next to her. But… he stared at her core once more. He wanted to be right here also.

“How long before you’ll be ready again?” He asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“What can I do to speed it up?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

61mghjndt-l-_sy200_Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. I have no children…yet, wish me luck! My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

I don’t cook, I tried it once, didn’t work out for me. My husband however, loves to cook. Which is one of the qualities that drew me to him. My weekends are spent writing and having sleep-overs for my wonderful nieces and nephews. I don’t know the feeling of motherhood but if it’s anything close to what I feel for my nieces and nephews then I know it is an intense unbreakable bond that can never, ever be severed. Yep, I love those kids that much and more. You can find out more about me on my website ~ http://sirenallen.com.

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Promotional Post: Buck, Naked by Teresa Noelle Roberts

Today I present to your attention the most recent release by the sexy and talented Teresa Noelle Roberts. I haven’t read good science fiction for ages and I think I may treat myself to some of her writing, especially one that doesn’t skip the naughty scenes. Get your copy today.

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BUCK, NAKED

Chronicles of the Malcolm 3

Blurb:

To save him, she must strip him bare.
Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet.
Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.

Time enough to fall in love.

Just as happiness seems within their grasp, Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future. To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.

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Clean, but long excerpt

If you’ve read the previous Chronicles of the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty, you already know Buck’s a little damaged. In this book, we learn he was the victim of some alien medical experiments as a POW, and they’ve had lasting effects–ones that will either make him more than human or destroy him. Aleema may be the only person who can help him, but she’s been warped by the same aliens. This excerpt shows Buck and Aleema’s first meeting and it’s not exactly a “cute meet” to say the least! The combination of attraction and paranoia mark a lot of their initial interactions.

At first glance, Aleema was good-looking, a tall, curvy human woman with black hair brushing her shoulders and skin far darker than Buck’s own fair complexion, though lighter than Mik, who was as close to actual-factual black as a human got without cosmetic mods. Maybe this gig wouldn’t be so bad. Awkward, sure, telling his woes to a complete stranger and a pretty one at that, but at least he’d have something nice to look at while he was getting his head shrunk.

Then he took a second look.

She had human features, human coloring. But her eyes were solid black and when she extended her arms to hug Gan, Buck saw her left hand had webbed fingers like a Seera. She had only five fingers, like a proper human hand, not seven, but it was close enough to a Seera to register as a threat. He reached for his laserpistol before he could stop himself.

The voices in his head screamed no.

Not his conscience, although that was making some noise about the notion of shooting a friend of Gan’s in cold blood, but the voices in his head, the horrors that more often than not prompted him to do stupidly violent things.

This time, the horrors were reminding him of things he’d rather forget about his time as a prisoner of the Seera. The experiments they’d performed on him and other captured soldiers. Stars, the things they did to themselves sometimes, just for fun or curiosity, best as he’d been able to figure out. A Seera scientist never met a natural body that couldn’t be “improved” in some way.

If Aleema was a survivor of a Seera experiment herself, one worse than what he’d undergone or at least leaving more obvious traces, it made sense why Gan wanted them to meet.

Buck was still creepified, but he’d give her a chance.

He could always shoot her later.

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Aleema peered cautiously out the door, checking all directions and, not for the first time, thanking the stars for the irony that the modifications that made her caution necessary also made it easier by improving her field of vision and heightening all her senses. It had been years since anyone other than bored teenagers had messed with her, and the teens had confined themselves to painting rude slurs on her housepod. Her neighbors were used to her odd appearance and as long as she wore gloves and dark glasses or contact lenses, she could move about freely in other areas. She probably wouldn’t get harassed if she omitted the gloves and glasses—she wasn’t the only Seera survivor in Naxos City with some visible effects—but her mods were extensive enough they made people notice her, and that was never a good idea. If people paid too much attention, they might pick up that she didn’t age, even as much as people addicted to vanity regens inevitably did.

Besides, it never hurt to take precautions. Over the long years, a lot of people had tried to kill her. They hadn’t succeeded, of course, but the attempts still hurt. She might heal faster than unmodified humans, but she felt pain just as keenly.

Gan was waiting outside, just like he’d commed that he would be, his human husband by his side. A bearded human male, scruffy and scarred, paced back and forth behind them as if guarding the rear. He had the posture of a soldier and was assessing the street for threats even more obviously than she had been. It had to be Buck, the man Gan hoped she could counsel.

Assuming he was Buck, he screamed armed and dangerous. He didn’t have a weapon visible, out of respect for local laws, but she could tell he was carrying. He hid it well, but her vision was keener than most, saw things it wasn’t supposed to notice.

And marling stars, he was attractive, though he seemed to be going out of his way to hide it, with the messy brown hair and untrimmed beard. His faded red clingshirt stretched over a broad chest that a loose olive jacket did little to conceal. She knew from Gan’s coms that Buck’s baggy olive trousers—some planet’s military surplus, she guessed—hid a prosthetic leg, but she wouldn’t have suspected from the way the man moved.

She took all that data in and analyzed it in the short time it took her to walk toward Gan, another blessing and curse of being who and what she was. She wasn’t a cyborg—though people who had the good fortune to be unfamiliar with the Seera sometimes thought she might be one of those rare flesh-machine hybrids—but both her senses and her thought processes ran far faster than the norm.

Which meant that even while she gave Gan a big hug, taking in his pleasant, familiar smell of milk and sunshine, she remained vigilant. Remained aware.

Took in that Buck had noticed her eyes and her hand. Registered that he twitched toward the laserpistol concealed by the baggy jacket, but stopped himself.

Noticed the quick terror that passed over his face and the confused calm that followed it, like an order no one else could hear had squashed his momentary urge toward violence.

Stars, he was like her, as Gan had hoped and feared. The Seera hadn’t gotten as far with him in ways visible to the naked eye, but he’d had a lot less time to adapt to the ways his brain and body were no longer quite his.

With any luck, she could buy him the time he needed.

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Sexy excerpt:

If you’ve read the previous Chronicles of the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty, you already know Buck’s a little damaged. In this book, we learn he was the victim of some alien medical experiments as a POW, and they’ve had lasting effects–ones that will either make him more than human or destroy him. Aleema may be the only person who can help him, but she’s also been warped by the same aliens. Their past experiences even mark their lovemaking, because they’re both used to holding back their super-human strength.

She came screaming, her cries echoing wildly in the cave.

For a second, Buck’s eyes clouded as if he heard pain rather than pleasure. His free hand released her and he looked around wildly. “Who’s hurting you? Oh stars, I’m hurting you. I…what have I done?” His eyes glazed and she could feel him withdrawing. Next stop: Seera-head.

“Exactly what we both wanted,” she managed to say. “That was a good noise. Stay with me, you bastard. Stay with me. And keep fucking me hard.” She clenched even harder, rolled her hips, and scratched down his chest. Her nails were blunt, but she didn’t hold back on the pressure. She knew he could take it.

His wild gaze caught her left hand and grew even crazier. Then he shook his head and his eyes cleared. “I ain’t going anywhere. But you’re goin’ even further out of your mind. And I aim to go with you.”

“No holding back. I won’t even stay bruised for more than a few minutes.”

He rolled her onto her back, still buried deep inside her. Began to drive himself into her hard and fast. Harder and faster than she’d have thought a human man could fuck.

Even though it had been a long time since she’d had sex with another person, she had clear memories. Those memories told her that so much force and speed from such a big, powerfully built man ought to hurt.

It didn’t. It felt like Buck’s passion was sloughing away all the long, lonely years.

Leaving aside fine words and similes, the rapid-fire fucking was pushing all her buttons, including some she had no idea she had, and rocketing her toward orgasm.

Stellar.

She growled deep in her throat, dug her fingernails into his ass.

“Too much?” he managed to ask, though it sounded like he was having trouble making his brain form even that simple sentence.

She wanted to rhapsodize about how perfect it was, but coherent speech wasn’t high priority at the moment.

If the first orgasm had been a nova, this one was a supernova, tearing her apart in a brilliant detonation, reforming her into something softer and saner than she’d let herself be in decades. This time, he yelled something that sounded like a victory cry and came with her.

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Teresa Noelle Roberts 300 dpi-11Author Bio: Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but BDSM-spiced contemporaries, hot paranormals, and sexy science fiction romances have become her favorites.

Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, cooking, hiking, playing in the ocean, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!

She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and three cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.

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