I am very excited to share with you my latest release Tangled Redemption, book 4 in my Celestial Surrender series. It is a super-sexy Sci-Fi menage and a story that has been on my mind since Miguel walked on to the page in Tangled Shadows, book 1 in the series. It was an adventure to tell Miguel, Sydney and Jayden’s story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.
Come by my website for a chance to win a copy of Tangled Redemption or a $50 gift card.
Sydney Radnall is no man’s toy, despite fate’s attempt to make her just that. But kidnapping puts her at the mercy of a sadistic Feral commander. Being held prisoner is bad enough, but her Naema blood is powerful. In her current Vampiric company her presence is like ringing a dinner bell.
In an attempt to break her, the commander makes her the pet of two of his lieutenants. Miguel is one of the most dangerous men she has ever met, but she can’t stop the attraction blazing between them. Then there is Jayden, a Vampire who is as surprising as he is sexy. Two Vampires she should not be attracted to, should not want to surrender to, should not trust.
But things aren’t always what they seem. Secrets and lies shadow their connections, making it impossible to see clearly. What are the chances of her finding lifemates while surrounded by enemies? Making the wrong decision could not just shatter her heart. It could cost her life.
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An Excerpt From: TANGLED REDEMPTION
Copyright © TINA CHRISTOPHER, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
When the Feral Vampire strode up to her, a malicious grin curving his thin lips, fangs glistening, Sydney Radnall knew she would never again allow anyone to take her blood. She would die first.
There were three of them. The other two stayed slightly behind, fanning out and blocking the entrance.
Marissa, the young human who had been taken from Parvati at the same time as Sydney, stood beside her. Their shoulders bumped. Marissa’s shook, but she raised her fists as if to fend off the three Vampires with her bare hands.
No way in fucking hell.
Sydney straightened her shoulders, rolled her neck and took a step forward. She smiled.
The lead Feral’s gaze narrowed.
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, but leaped and rammed her knee into his groin. He folded over with a whimper. She grabbed a hunk of his hair and slammed the bottom of her palm into his nose. Cartilage crunched as she jammed the shattered bones into his brain.
Eyes wide he dropped to the floor. Dead.
Sydney panted. She touched the cold synth-metal wall of the spaceship for a second but stopped herself from rubbing her sore hand. The other two Ferals gaped at her. She wanted to smirk, but she’d lost the advantage of surprise.
They recovered and converged on her. Before they had taken even one step the door slid open and Tall, Dark and Dangerous, the man—no, the Vampire—responsible for her kidnapping, strode in.
He appeared to grasp the situation with one look and grabbed the nearest Feral, killing him with a quick twist of the neck. The third attacker froze.
Sydney took a couple of steps back to give herself more room. She would fight to the bitter end.
“Honorable Radnall, what are you planning to do?” His seductive voice slid across her in an inappropriate manner. He was taller than her, something that didn’t happen often. His skin was darkly tanned. Thick dark-brown hair framed his arresting face as if he hadn’t had the opportunity to get it cut for some time. His eyes gave nothing away. With every movement, every inch of his muscular body, he demonstrated he was a warrior.
She had trained with men like him, had been taught by them, but she had never managed to best even one of them.
He crossed his arms before his chest. The final Feral moved against her. Dark and Dangerous gestured and two of the Ferals who had accompanied him grabbed the attacker.
Sydney was not surprised he was the leader. The power of a highly trained warrior and powerful Vampire cloaked him. He raised a brow at her.
Unlike her attackers his eyes were black, not red. The red identified Ferals as Vampires who drained their prey of blood while inducing horror and panic. In one of the few instances of cooperation between the three major species, the Naema Senate, the Vampire Council and the human government had agreed that Ferals were an unacceptable danger. Law enforcement as well as civilians had permission to shoot Ferals on sight without repercussions.
Over the last year or so scattered Feral groups had come together under one leader to smuggle humans as blood slaves, a crime that, if it became public knowledge, would incite another Human-Vampire War. A war far more devastating than the one three centuries ago.
She mirrored his stance. “My parents told me not to talk to strangers.”
His lips quirked. “Miguel Calatrave, at your service, Honorable Radnall.” He gestured to the dead body. “Now, if you would please explain?”
She couldn’t defend herself against his voice. Goose bumps rose in its wake.
Sydney stood even straighter. “They entered with one clear intent. An intent that I won’t allow.”
His nostrils flared, but the flash of rage was gone too quickly for her to be certain. It seemed the Ferals had ignored his orders.
“You will not allow? All right, Honorable Radnall. You have one out of the way. I took care of another. How will you deter anyone from coming in here to drink your or the human’s blood?”
She stared at him. Was he serious? Why would he want her to kill one of his own?
Sydney swallowed and observed the Vampire being held by Calatrave’s men. He’d clenched his jaw. The skin across his face was stretched tight, muscles bulging, making his two keepers struggle to hold him. His red eyes, eyes that proved he had killed humans without compassion, blazed.
She didn’t have much time.
Her chest tightened and she looked back into Calatrave’s jet-black eyes. His expression was impassive.
Her first kill had been self-defense. The next one had to be an execution. The last man she had killed had been a traitor to her country and her planet. A traitor to her species. A traitor to her.
I apologize for the lateness of this post. I’ve been pretty crazed recently…well, more crazed than usual :D…and this morning, having woke up late and I was desperately trying to get ready to go to the EDJ, the reminder about it being my day to post here popped up. Anyone who knows me will have a fairly good idea of what kinds of words were uttered, and I promised myself I’d post when I got home, so here I go!
I think for me the attraction of cyborgs and androids and robots is finding out how they differ from and are the same as we mere humans. I’d love to sit down with the Terminator (as long as he’s not seeing me as a target, thank you very much!) or C-3PO and grill them unmercifully. What are the perimeters of your knowledge? How do you temper your strength when necessary? Do you think, or just react to what happens around you? Do you have forethought (I’d say yes, really) and how do you forecast future events? I guess, as a writer, I’m all about the hows and whys. It’s the equivalent, I suppose, of people watching–and yes, when given the chance I’ll grill people too…it’s just the way I am.
But if I’m gonna have to pick one robotic type character to come visit, hands down it’ll be Data.
I think everyone already knows I’m a big Trekker, and TNG is my favorite. Data is one of those characters whose arc just got better and better as the seasons progressed. We already knew from very early he was anatomically correct and programmed for sex, but as time went by we also began to see that he was, in every sense of the word, the thinking woman’s android. He paints, loves Sherlock Holmes and has a cat. He fights to be accepted the way all the other sentient beings on the ship are and wants to discover what it means to be human. And he’s looking for love. In short, while he’s male and an android, he was given the kind of arc a woman might have in a story set in a different time period.
I’d like to put that hypothesis to him, and hear what he has to say about it. He would be the kind of guest you stay up all night with, chatting and laughing (well, I’d be laughing. Data may just humor me) and trying to set the worlds to rights. Yes, worlds in the plural. After all, if I’m talking with Data, it means we’ve contacted all those other worlds out there…
I can hardly wait!
This is, by far, the post that has pushed me farthest from my comfort zone. I’m not a sci-fi reader, so when I had to come up with my favorite droid I’d like to have stop by for a day, I’m ashamed only one thing came to mind: the Jettsons. I know, it’s a little off the wall, but when I think of what I would most want, all I can think of is Rosie. (Sorry, Bumblebee and Optimus Prime — I suck.)
It always fascinated me to see the way we “would” live in the future. As a kid, I was pretty sure Hanna-Barbera was right on the money. Surely there would be boxes in the wall that spit out your favorite foods and we’d get around in funny cars that both hovered, rolled and flew. We’d all have giant dogs that could almost talk and hopping around space would be no more difficult than slapping a goldfish bowl on your head. But most of all, we’d have Rosie.
Long before the sensual romance covers and my discovery of supremely spicy romance, the idea I could have a robot to do all my chores absolutely set my little heart aflutter. Just thinking about having someone come in and keep my house neat as a pin makes me lightheaded. I could lounge around like Jane and have a perfect figure and perfect hair and zero responsibility. Sure, she was a little saucy, but that was part of her charm. She might mouth off, but she still zoomed around the house getting everything done while Jane lazed the day away.
Imagine my horror when I got married and didn’t get a Rosie as a wedding gift. There were bitter tears, people. Bitter. Tears.
As fiercely sexy as Bumblebee is (shout out to my love of all things Transformers), Rosie is the one who makes me yearn for crazy technological advancements. Forget the flying cars. I want clean socks.
I write Sexy Steampunk and Sensuous Sci-Fi. And I get to make s*** up!
My Tangled series is erotic science-fiction and so far consists of
It takes place in a world inhabited by humans, Vampires and Naemas, a race that is part angel, part demon. These races are just part of the world, aliens if you want, and all have their own gifts and struggles. I just love the idea that I can create whole worlds and races, even spaceships, and let my imagination run wild. I usually have a concept in mind and then the characters come to me. At first just in single words, but the more I think about them, the more they develop in my head. I tend to outline, but that is usually just a sentence or two, leaving me plenty of room to manoeuvre (and get stuck;). The more I write, the more I get to know my characters and the more my worlds come alive.
At the moment I have plans for one more Tangled book, possibly two (a one-sentence character from Tangled Indulgence demands his own story;) and then I want to branch out. In Tangled Shadows we meet a young woman with unusual gifts and an even more unusual heritage. Her story will start a whole new series with new races, characters and worlds…and I can’t wait to get started.
I branched out into steampunk because I love the aesthetics and, once again, the possibilities are endless. You have certain structures in place, but you can twist and turn your history until it works for you and the story. In Rescue by Ruin a young woman has to find a way to protect herself from an abusive man by ruining her reputation. That way she will be cast out of society and become ineligible to marry.
I stuck quite closely to real history and the conventions set up in that world. Of course, the place her ruination is to take place is a dirigible of ill-repute, but that is the fun part-mixing reality and fantasy.
In the story I just finished, Dirigibles Are Forever, Queen Victoria passed a law a few years after taking the crown to give women equal rights. My story takes place nearly fifty years later, but my heroine still has to struggle with men who believe they can do a better job and don’t like having a woman as a supervisor. Obviously this never happened, but it created a new Victorian world for me to play in and mix things up.
I enjoy reading contemporary and (proper) historical stories, but I love diving into a world created by an author even more. I love seeing what challenges and rules they come up with and the torture they put their characters through.
What can I say? It is just so much fun to make s*** up!;)
What do you prefer-reality or fantasy or a mix thereof?
Note: I stole the phrase from Gina X. Grant. When we brainstorm a story and I worry about accuracy or how to move something along she always tells me to make s*** up.
Hello, hello, hello.
Welcome to Darker Temptations and this amazing collection of authors. Well, and my very first post. As this is an introduction, let me just put the kettle on so we can settle down for a good cuppa and a nice chat.
I’m a Brit who likes to travel. I’ve lived in Germany, in England and have (finally? for now? who knows;) settled in Toronto, Canada. I have a tea store in my cupboard and need the ability to boil water to survive. Even when I was in South Africa, with 40C in the shade, I couldn’t do without my obsess—my tea.
Out of all the places I have seen Japan and Alaska are probably my favourite. Japan is an incredible mixture of old and new. Within only a few steps you can see the latest in modern art and then set foot into a temple older than history. Certain experiences and discoveries may find their way into my next futuristic series. Lots of ideas, nothing confirmed yet:). I loved Alaska because of its wilderness. We have nothing like in Europe and hiking for half a day and only seeing two other people is just mind-boggeling;).
I’ve been a romance reader since I was a teen, discovering the genre with Kathleen E. Woodiwiss and Johanna Lindsey and then moving on to every author I could lay my hands on. Of course I had plenty of stories in my head as well and finally started to write them down. Most of those stories will never see the light of day, but they led me to Galen and Nikolai, the heroes of my
first paranormal sci-fi novel Tangled Shadows. It is the first in a planned quartet. The second book, Tangled Hunger, is also available and book 3 is with my beta reader.
I love writing sci-fi. The possibilities are endless. You can reimagine and reinvent whole worlds. That is why I also love writing steampunk. You have certain parameters that should be followed, but you can add in all sorts of cool gadgets and amazing What Ifs. My first sexy steampunk novel,
Rescue by Ruin, comes out November 2nd.
Every reader is also a traveller. By opening a book you enter new worlds and experience whole lifetimes. If you could travel anywhere in time and space, where would you travel to?
At this point in time I would love to see Hawaii (sorry, too much Hawaii Five-O;) and the rainforest before it’s destroyed. I’d love to say I want to meet Elizabeth I or Queen Victoria, but I have to admit I love my creature comforts too much, so I would travel to the future.
You’ve hung in there and made it to the end. Here are the give-away details: I’m giving away a copy of your choice of Tangled Shadows, Tangled Hunger or, if you can wait a little, Rescue by Ruin to a commenter who tells me where and when she would like to travel to.
Thanks for visiting!