Sunday, August 28, 2016

TOUR: Descended by Evangeline Anderson

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Book Title: Descended (The Alien Mate Index:3)
Author: Evangeline Anderson
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2016
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#Synopsis:
Unswerving Loyalty, Unquestioning Devotion, Unremitting Obedience. This is the vow of the Imperial Guard for his mistress, the Goddess-Empress.


Nobody said anything about Love.


Kristoff Verrai is assigned to find Charlotte Walker, the new Goddess-Empress, and bring her to be crowned. But she's a Royal and he's a commoner so loving her isn't an option.


Tell that to his heart.


Now Charlotte and Kristoff are on a mission to get her to Femme 1 where the Golden Throne awaits her. But they'll have to dodge assassin-droids, imposters, and the evil Count Doloroso to get there.


And after all that, they'll have to fight the most dangerous threat at of all...the growing love between them.


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Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred, Alien Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
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#Excerpt


***Kristoff, Head of the Imperial Guard has come to swear his vow of loyalty to Charlotte, a regular med student who--unbeknownst to her--also happens to be the Empress of the Galaxy. ***
“Oh!” Charlotte jumped and put a hand to her mouth, her green eyes getting wide.
Again, my body responded unbidden, my skin giving a bright flash of yellow in response to her fear and surprise.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked in a wavering voice. “What does that mean?”
“You mean my skin color?” I could have asked the same thing. It seemed strange to me that I was already so attuned to her that my body changed my skin tone without conscious effort on my part. But then I remembered the blood she had given me—that must be the cause.
Yes, I mean your freaking skin color!” Charlotte exclaimed. “Why does it keep changing?”
“My body is simply reacting to your moods—reflecting your emotions as you have them,” I explained.
“What? That…that’s bizarre! Why?” she demanded.
“Because I am yours, Goddess,” I told her simply.
It was what every Majoran male says to the female he chooses to give his life to and acknowledge as his own personal goddess but my words seemed to bother Charlotte deeply.
“You’re mine? What does that mean?” she demanded. “I don’t even know you!”
“No, but you will. Come…” I led her to the small, padded couch she had behind her food-prep area. Once she was settled, I went to my knees before her once more.
“What are you doing?” She looked at me nervously. “Why do I get the feeling you’re about to propose?”
“Propose?” I frowned at her. “You fear I am asking you to be my bonded mate?”
“Um…I guess that’s one way to put it.” She nibbled her full lower lip nervously and I had to fight to keep my body from flashing orange in response to her emotion.
“Please don’t fear that,” I told her. “Though my life and my chastity are sworn to your service, I would never be a candidate for Royal Consort—my blood is not exalted enough. As I told you before, my mother was only a lesser noble.”
“Um…” She still seemed not to understand. “So then…why are you on your knees in front of me like that? It’s kind of, uh, making me nervous.”
“I know,” I said. “I can tell.”
Feeling the emotions of the Empress, even though none of us is her fated mate, is one of the unique attributes of the Imperial Guards. Most other males of the Twelve Peoples only feel the emotions of their chosen females after they bond. But for us, the ties of loyalty run so deep, we are intimately connected to she who sits upon the Golden Throne.
“Kristoff,” she began but I took her hands in mine, sending a charged tingle through both of us.
I knew well enough what that tingle meant—that the new Empress was a La-ti-zal, a female specially blessed with gifts from the Ancient Ones—and that we were sexually compatible.
I had never felt that tingle with my old mistress but then, she was forty years my senior and desired no one after her Consort had died. It was a shock to feel it when I touched my new mistress, but I refused to let it show on my face, even though Charlotte gave a little gasp.
“My Empress…my Goddess,” I began formally, looking into her lovely green eyes. “I, Kristoff Xander Verrai, am yours to command. My body shall be your shield. My blood is yours to spill, my shoulders shall carry your burdens, and my lips shall keep your secrets. My heart shall beat only for you. I will never leave you or forsake you—I will follow and protect you until the end of my days. Unswerving Loyalty, Unquestioning Devotion, Unremitting Obedience, and…” I paused for a moment, my throat working. “And Unending Love,” I said, though I hadn’t meant to say it. “These are the code and the credo of the Imperial Guard. Until I die, my Lady, I am yours.”
As I said the last words, a mighty surge ran between us—a rush of electrifying power—of a vow given and received. It was a sign that the Goddess of Mercy had heard and acknowledged my oath to my new mistress.
Charlotte must have felt it too because her eyes got wide and she tried to pull her hands out of mine.
“What was that?” she whispered in an awed voice.
“That was me tying myself to your service for life,” I said simply.




“What?” I stared at him blankly. “What are you talking about? You can’t just move in.” I thought about how I had promised my landlady not to have strange men over. And a seven-foot tall, muscular alien with rainbow eyes and skin that could change colors was about as strange as it got.
But Kristoff had a stubborn look on his chiseled features.
“My Lady, I have pledged my life to you,” he said, frowning. “My place is at your side. I will not abandon you.”
“Well then you’ll have to rent your own apartment,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Because there’s no room for you here. I only have, uh, one bed.” I could feel my cheeks heating as I said it but I went on anyway. “And I’m not letting some strange man sleep with me. Also, you won’t fit on the couch.” I indicated my little loveseat which was barely big enough for one normal sized person to stretch out on—there was no way a seven-foot tall alien would fit.
He frowned. “I will sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed, if necessary, but I will not leave you alone. That would not be safe.”
“Why not?” I demanded. “You killed the, uh, assassin-bot thing.” I gestured at the shiny silver jumble on my carpet.
Kristoff’s strange eyes narrowed.
“Assassin-droid. And do you really think that is the only attempt your enemies will make on your life? As long as you live, you’re a threat to those who want power—power which should rightfully be yours.”
“I don’t want that much power!” I exclaimed. “I just want to be left alone!”
He shook his head. “That is one thing you will never be again. The Goddess-Empress must be warded at all times for her own safety and protection.”
“Look here,” I said, glaring at him. “You can’t just decide to move into my home and never leave!”
“Which is why you must come with me to Femme One,” he said. “Only there can you be adequately guarded.”



Descended Excerpt 3 (NC-17)
“In days past,” he said. “There are tales of Empress’s whose Consorts were slain before they were done with their time of needing. In that case, it sometimes happened that the Goddess-Empress would choose one of her Imperial Guards to use.”
“You mean…to use sexually?” I asked. “That sounds like sexual slavery.”
“No—it is a great honor to be chosen so,” Kristoff said earnestly. “But the rules of such servitude are very strict. First, the Empress must have no Consort at the time. And second, though she may use her Guard’s body in whatever way she wishes, he is prohibited from using her in the same way.”
“Uh…I’m confused. If they’re, uh, having sex, aren’t they using each other?” I asked.
“Not necessarily.” He sighed. “I will be more explicit. When I said that the Empress uses her Guard, I mean that she may touch him—she may even, er, rub against him—in order to achieve a release. But he may not touch back or initiate any, ah, intimate behavior.” He cleared his throat. “For instance, the way you put my hand you your breast—that would be permitted. But if I was to caress your breasts, to tease or suck your nipples into my mouth, to circle your stiff peaks with my tongue to make you moan, well, that would be wrong.”
His words sent another one of those tingles through me and I felt my nipple, the one that was nestled in his palm, get tight and achy for some reason.
“Tell…tell me more,” I said a little breathlessly. “What else isn’t, uh, allowed? I mean, what couldn’t you do to me if we were, uh, operating under those rules?”
“My Lady,” he murmured, his breath hot in my ear. “It would also be forbidden for me to slide my hand down your belly to cup your sex.”
“It…it would?” My voice was trembling but I didn’t know why.
“It would,” he assured me, his voice low and intimate in my ear. “And it would likewise be forbidden for me to spread your sweet pussy open and caress your slippery folds, seeking to find your Goddess-pearl and pleasure you by stroking it.”
I could guess what a Goddess-pearl was and for some reason I found his words made me feel hot and tingly all over. What was this feeling? I couldn’t understand it—I had certainly never felt anything like it before. It was strange and it made me feel uneasy, yet I didn’t want him to stop talking.
“Tell me more,” I murmured. “What else…couldn’t you do to me?”
“I could not mount you, of course—could not breed you as you will need to be bred once the needing is past and your Royal Cycle comes to its apex.”
“Oh?” I had my doubts about this whole needing and breeding stuff, but I was still plenty interested enough to want him to continue. “Go on.”
“And I could not taste you.” He shifted restively and I thought I heard a longing in his deep voice. “Could not part the lips of your pussy and pleasure you with my mouth and tongue, no matter how much I might desire it.”
“So that’s…something you, uh, like to do?” I couldn’t believe I was asking him this. But we’d talked about just about everything else—why not?
“All Majoran males do,” he assured me in a deep voice. “What greater pleasure is there than to be on your knees before your goddess, worshipping her pussy with your tongue?”

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