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Ten Advantages of Loving a Hero with Retractable Claws with @CynthiaSax #scifi #romance #scifirom

Top Ten Advantages of Loving a Hero with Retractable Claws

by Cynthia Sax

Batu, the hero of Dark Warlord, my contribution to the awesome Alien Alphas box set, has retractable claws. I LOVE Romance heroes with retractable claws. I think they’re extremely sexy and there are some great advantages of loving a hero like this.

  • The ability to extend them…or not

Your hero will only extend his claws when they are needed. When the claws are retracted, your hero might resemble any other male. There are no concerns about accidentally being stabbed. You can hold his hand without worrying. Sexy times are much safer.

  • Going from fully clothed to completely naked in mere moments

But sexy times CAN have an element of danger to them. (grins) There can be the stimulating ripping of cloth as your hero shreds your clothing. A tip of a claw on some delicate bits can be…interesting.

  • Control is a must

Because your hero has control. If he didn’t have control, he would have gouged out his eyeballs and cut off critical body parts years ago. You’re safe in his hands. He has claws and he knows how to use them.

  • Protection

One of these uses is protection. Not many beings will mess with a hero with claws. If they do, he knows how to defend himself and you.

  • That yummy beast vibe

While he’s defending you, he’ll exude that yummy beast vibe. The claws are a reminder that he isn’t completely civilized. There’s a savage side to him.

  • That sexy clink-clink-clink of his claws against a hard surface as he wonders what stimulating thing to do to you

He’ll make his beast side known when he’s contemplating what your sexy times will entail. Nothing builds anticipation like the clink of claws against your bed’s headboard.

  • Longer reach

Don’t try to escape him. The claws give your hero a longer reach. This can be practical around the house also. He can reach the higher shelves.

  • No knife to carve the turkey/ham? No problem!

Your hero always has a set of knives with him. He can help with anything that needs slicing. Your hero is THE guy for helping with meal prep.

  • Very handy during arts and crafts

He’s also very handy to have around during arts and crafts. Having learned control, he can slice fabric into precise squares and cut paper quickly.

  • The best back scratches

At the end of a long day, your hero gives the BEST back scratches. You can lie on your front and relax, knowing your hero is taking care of you.

What are some other advantages of loving A SciFi Romance hero with retractable claws?



Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords. All ready to claim their mates.

Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.

Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker

Publisher’s Note: The stories featured in this collection involve MF and MFM pairings. They include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this box set.

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Frustrated with Tech ~ Read an excerpt from FOR WOMEN ONLY by @KayelleAllen #scifirom #romance

In this scene from For Women Only, Khyff has just walked in the door after a month away working. Like many of us, he’s not the best at using tech, so when his idBot electronic security system greets him, humor ensues. I love this scene because he is so frustrated with tech that’s beyond his understanding, and I know just how that feels!

“Welcome home, Mr. Antonello.”

Khyff flinched at the disembodied android voice. He let out a frustrated sigh. “I am never going to get used to that. IdBot?”

The home security system pinged in response.

“Didn’t I ask you to call me Khyff?”

“Yes, Mr. Antonello. Would you like to know the dates of your requests at this time?”

“No, I would not. Just change the greeting. Call me Khyff.”

“Yes, Mr. Antonello. Greetings and welcome protocols are found in the home security system settings in the main system. Would you like to adjust them at this time?”

“No.” His shoulders sagged. “Remind me later. I’ve been away for a month, okay? I’m a little tired.”

“Yes, Mr. Antonello. A reminder has been scheduled.” Locks activated with an audible click and a slight increase in pressure on his ears told Khyff the flat had been sealed. “Premises secure.”

For Women Only

Antonello Brothers 2

Publisher: Romance Lives Forever Books
Author: Kayelle Allen

When Mehfawni Ruh, a Kin ambassador, visits the capitol planet of the empire, she meets security expert Khyff Antonello, a human. A death in her family forces Fawni to return home, but she can’t bear to part with Khyff and takes him along. Her family demands she cast out the human, or abdicate her future rule.

When Fawni searches for an alternative, she stumbles upon Khyff’s secret. The cover-up, if exposed, will betray her world to its enemies and bare her family to open shame. Her duty is clear. Yet how can she leave Khyff to suffer in the darkness that binds his heart?

His secret truth is her people’s darkest lie.

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Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She’s a US Navy veteran and has been married so long she’s tenured.

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From obscurity to fame, bullriders never give up. SLAMMED by @Liza0Connor #western #newrelease

Davy is one of the nicest characters I’ve ever written. He loves his parents and they love him dearly. But that doesn’t mean Davy has had an easy life.

Davy and his parents are the poorest people in their small town. They live in a small, weathered, two-room shotgun house on the outskirts of town.

Going to school has always been a torment for Davy. The rich kids bully and prank him continuously. The middle-class kids are afraid to speak to him in fear the rich kids will retaliate and torment them as well.

But despite all the abuse at school, when he arrives home, his parents’ love always strengthen and rejuvenate him into their fabulous son.

As he grew older, he really wanted a girlfriend, but none of the girls wished to be seen with him, due to his poverty. Finally, a mean rich girl named Sherry declared he could date her. (She was mad at her father for refusing to buy her another car, after she crashed the last one.)

She was the meanest girlfriend imaginable and it took over a year for her to let Davy go all the way. (And only because she was really angry at her father again.)

When Sherry learned Davy has left town to compete for a chance to be part of the World Bull-riding Rodeo, she dropped him like a rock and began dating his nemesis: Bobby Conrad. Sherry’s father was so happy, he bought her another car.

Bullriders never give up. Meet Davy Hill. SLAMMED by @Liza0Connor #newrelease Click To Tweet


By Liza O’Connor

Davy’s Saga, Book 1

Contemporary Suspense, Country Western/ Bull Riding

Davy Hill goes from obscurity to fame by riding the rankest bull alive. Coming from a life of poverty, the young cowboy expects his life to change for the better now that he’s a successful professional bull-rider. Yet, with every occurrence of good luck comes an equal dose of bad. He suffers a potentially career-ending injury, a string of betrayals, and much worse. Despite all the brutal slams he takes, he keeps getting up, because he’s a bull-rider and they never give up.


SLAMMED ~ Davy’s Saga, Book 1



Davy pressed the phone hard against his ear as he made a collect call to his parents. He could barely hear the operator over the din of the bar, but he could hear his pa’s reply, “Hell yes, we’ll take the call.”

He didn’t have to ask if they’d watched him on TV. His father’s jubilant response to the operator assured him he had. His smile widened and tears came to his eyes. Damn! This was no place to cry. What if one of the bull riders saw him? He pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath to settle himself, and tried to pretend this was no big deal as he spoke loudly into the phone, “Good news, I’ll be able to pay you back the money I borrowed to get here.”

“You bet you can!” His father replied. “Two hundred thousand. My God, boy, I never in all my life dreamed you could do that. I’m so damn proud of you! Hold on, your mamma wants to speak to you.”

He pressed the phone tighter and huddled next to the wall, knowing how soft his mother spoke. Frustration filled him, when he couldn’t make out a single word she said. He shouldn’t have called from a bar. He should have walked to the Seven-Eleven and called from there.

He couldn’t ask his ma to speak louder. Due to her cancer treatments, she barely had the strength to speak at all and she was probably tired as hell from watching the event on TV. So he just guessed at what she’d probably said and responded to that. “I love you too, Ma. Don’t worry about this changing me. I’ll always be the boy you raised.”


Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.


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Will Claire ask out the Sexy Santa? #1stChFriday from HEY SANTA #romance #alien #scifirom

It’s time for another First Chapter Friday where I share the first chapter or up to 1,500 words from a different story each week. Sometimes, the selection will have a sale attached to it, and other times a new release, or just because it’s a story I love. Happy reading!

The seventh book featured in First Chapter Friday is HEY, SANTA. This story is available now on its own, but is also be available in my LOVE IN A NEW WORLD New Adult Romance box set which released Monday. Enjoy!


by Jessica E. Subject

Chapter One

“You can’t be serious.” Claire mustered the dirtiest look possible for her best friend.

Tiffany held out her hands and air-squeezed the man’s firm rear end from a distance. “C’mon. Look at that ass.”

“Yes, but a Santa Claus? How do I know what he looks like under that suit and beard?” Imagining removing the white hair to find a wrinkled old man, she shuddered.

“Only one way to find out.” Smacking Claire’s butt, Tiffany urged her forward. “Go ask him.”

She planted her feet. Thank goodness she hadn’t worn heels for their marathon shopping trip two days before Christmas. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, sighing. “Because I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life. You’re the Grinch who needs to get laid.”

“I’m not a Grinch,” she snapped. Breathing deeply, she counted backwards from ten. “I’m sorry. This is a very stressful time of year for me.”

“I know.” Tiffany cupped her elbow. “I just want to see you happy at Christmas again. It doesn’t have to be a miserable holiday anymore. That’s part of the reason I dragged you with me today.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, tears welling already. Please don’t let me turn into a blubbering mess in the middle of the mall. While she appreciated her friend’s concern, she coped better on her own. “I…I should go home. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

“No, but you can’t stop living, either.” Wiping the tears with one of the many tissues she kept stuffed in her purse, Tiffany gave her a brief smile. “You don’t need to be alone anymore. Give someone a chance for goodness’ sake. Your parents and brother would want you to be happy. I want you to be happy.”

But happiness no longer existed in her world. Hadn’t since she’d arrived home for the Christmas holidays four years ago. No one came to pick her up at the airport. Instead, she’d taken a cab and been dropped off at a smoldering pile of rubble that used to be her family home. Her parents and younger brother had been asleep when an arsonist set fire to the attached garage. All dead. Her family never made it out. The young punk had been caught and sentenced to serve the rest of his life in prison, but she’d lost everything.

She bit her bottom lip to avoid crying again. Without them, she had very little support. The only person remaining in her life who gave two shits about her was Tiffany, and she’d be married in a few months. Moving on with her life.

Maybe that is what I need to do. But who wanted a damaged woman who’d dropped out of university? Surely, no one worth spending her life with.

“Please, Claire.” Tiffany rubbed her arm. “Will you ask him already? I saw him before he changed into the suit. He’s hot. And he has to be patient since he works with kids. If this doesn’t work, I’ll never get on your case again.”

“Fine,” she grumbled. A bad date has to be better than sitting at home by myself. “This is the last time. No more double dates or trying to set me up with a guy in any way.”

Tiffany held out her baby finger. “Pinky swear.”

After sealing the promise, Claire patted the puffy skin under her eyes. “Is my makeup running?”

“No, you look beautiful, as always.” Grabbing her shoulders, her friend spun her around. “Now, go get him before he’s swarmed by a bunch of kids. And hopefully, soon he’ll fill your stocking with all kinds of Christmas cheer.”

Her cheeks warmed. She wanted more than a night of fucking, though that wouldn’t hurt, either. But Santa? Really? What was she supposed to say? Hey, Santa, I saw you bending over, and I think you have a nice ass. Want to go out sometime?

Andreas blinked, trying to wrap his head around what the sexy woman in front of him had just asked. He’d stared at her miles of long legs showed off by black tights, and her full, glossy lips, but he never expected her to leave her friend and come over, let alone ask him on a date. The only women who ever approached him were already married and concerned about the results of their child’s picture with Santa Claus. Or, the single moms who thought he’d make a great baby daddy. Um, no.

“You want to go out on a date? With me?” he asked.

She nodded, her eyes glassy, as if about to cry if he said no. He would hate himself if that happened. But, her expression changed in an instant, her stare hard. “Forget I said anything.” She stepped back. “You’re looking a little green anyway.”

Green? Shit. He thought he’d perfected his appearance. Guess not. Yet, he refused to let the woman leave before he agreed to see her again.

“Wait! You haven’t gotten your candy cane yet. And to get one, you have to sit on my knee and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Anything to get her closer.

She grinned, his cock twitching from her wicked stare. And when she sat on his lap, her soft hair brushing against his cheek, he groaned. No other female specimen compared to her in sex appeal. He stared at her lusty curves, wanting to touch and lick, imagining her pouty lips around his cock. So much time had passed since his last sexual encounter. He yearned to taste her, fuck her until she screamed his name. But so many reasons left him treading carefully around women, least of all to get caught groping someone while on the job.

He feared the authorities looking into his background. One he didn’t have. At least not until five years ago.

“So, you really want to go out with me, not knowing what I look like? This isn’t some dare, is it?” He’d been through that, too, from a bunch of giggling young women. Thankfully, he hadn’t fallen into their trap. He wanted the woman in front of him to be serious.

“Well, you’re the most muscular Santa I’ve ever seen. And your suit is tight in all the right places.” She shifted on his knee. “As long as you’re not old enough to be my father, then yes, I really would like to go on a date with you.”

“Not even close, I hope. I’m twenty-eight.” He tried to ignore his desire to find a quiet corner for a quickie. Frickin’ libido rejected the idea of letting the woman out of his sight.

“Works for me.” Her hip rubbed against his cock. “So, how about dinner?”

“Yes,” he hissed, changing his focus to imagine something fugly as a distraction, like the governor in drag maybe. In his bed. He had to get rid of his hard-on before some mother brought her kid over. With a shudder, he returned his attention to the woman on his lap. “When were you thinking?”

She faced the sign listing Santa’s hours. “You’re done at seven? How about nine? I’ll make reservations at Barnaby’s and meet you there.”

Barnaby’s? Not too chic, yet not a restaurant where he would run into more of the kids who sat on his knee all day. A much better place to get to know the woman in front of him. And maybe he’d have her for dessert.

A family lined up to see him, two screaming kids among them.

The woman on his knee rose. “I should go.”

“Wait.” He grabbed her wrist, but let go at the collective gasp from his elves.

Everyone in line stared. He cringed, waiting for her to slap him.

Shit. He had to save himself. “I don’t even know your name, how to get ahold of you if I’m going to be late.”

Sitting back down, she reached into her purse. Mace? He squeezed his eyes shut. Instead of spraying him, she rolled up his sleeve, pressing something against his skin. He dared to look, opening one eye at a time.

Claire Otton followed by her phone number. “If you get caught up, give me a call.” She stood again, facing him, her cheeks glowing. “Otherwise, I’ll see you at nine. And don’t make any plans for the rest of the evening, either.”

He swallowed the urge to follow her, take her into the closest storage closet or washroom. “Claire, you didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”

Leaning in close, she gave him a breathtaking view of her cleavage. “Stick around,” she whispered. “And you’ll find out.”

Shivers ran down his spine. Fuck, she knows how to send my dick into overdrive. But in an instant, she disappeared and one of his helpers placed a wailing kid on his lap.

Is it nine o’clock yet? Sneaking a look at the kiddie-pool-sized clock on the wall, he groaned. Fuck, only four.

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She doesn’t want a lot for Christmas…

Claire Otton dreads spending another holiday alone. When her best friend convinces her to approach the sexy mall Santa, she takes the chance and asks him out, hoping for so much more.

He’s waiting under the mistletoe…

Although Andreas Castellanos blends in on Earth, he knows he will never belong. But when the gorgeous woman he’d been staring at invites him to dinner, he has a hard time saying no.

All they’re asking for…

Can these two lonely souls find magic together or will their secrets steal their chance of a happy Christmas?

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